Just thought I’d give you guys a heads up that Ms. Magazine now has its own blog! In honor of International Women’s Day, they decided to give all of us the opportunity to check out the latest news via the internet (win!). Ms. began in 1972 with the help of Gloria Steinem and Letty Cottin. Since 2001, it has been owned by The Feminist Majority Foundation.
One of the first posts– Mo’Nique, Bigelow + Oscar: Mixed Feelings– explores the combination of triumph and disappointment felt by women after Oscar night. Many feel that Precious is contributing to wretched stereotypes of black motherhood. Courtney Young also mentions the conflict of race in Hollywood films– a conflict that has multiple dimensions.
Sandra Bullock’s win for Best Actress, worthy as it may be, gives me pause when I consider her recent filmography: The roles that have won her critical acclaim–Crash and now The Blind Side–are ones in which she plays privileged upper-middle-class White women who have brief or long-lasting encounters with men of color. The former film portrays blatant racism, the latter embraces a “savior” narrative, with those needing saving being poor and Black.
The blog post is an adequate query, daring to dig through the endless subliminal messages and ideals that we absorb while watching these movies. Were these nominations and wins a triumph or a setback? It seems this new wave of feminists (myself included) will have to decide for ourselves, and as always: forge ahead.
As promised, we have a few more pictures to share from the smut generator that is Chatroulette. Late Saturday night delivered some pretty interesting characters, although the majority of the people we saw were doing things that we could never manage to blur out.
We ran into some gems, thankfully– there was a group of highly intoxicated and brash British men. That conversation consisted of football talk (my favorite thing about CR– the ability to speak with folks who care about it) and then being called a “ginger jock cunt” by mister loud-mouth when I mentioned I was Scottish (bad move on my part, I know). Then they unleashed one of the oldest taunts in the book– they mentioned William Wallace. I love childish European cultural and racial grudges, if only for their humor. But I digress– I prefer derogatory Cockney slang rather than wee wees. We also decided to let Lord Charles do his thing. Unfortunately, with the webcam focused on him, there were infinite “next”s in store. He did manage to charm a few, and was met with a chorus of “aww”s and hysterical facial expressions. Pictures after the jump– NSFW (kind of), as what kind of Chatroulette screenshot post isn’t?
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As promised, here are some wonderful screenshots from our crazy night checking out Chatroulette. (Check ‘em out after the jump– kinda NSFW!)
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Yes, we know we’ve been absent these past few months. I’m back at college studying for my degree in social work. Peter has been screaming at the television during Glenn Beck, and Charles is (still) sleeping. However, I’d like to share what we’ve been laughing and gawking/face-palming at for the past month or so.
Glenn Beck, Vatican sex scandal, and Stupak after the jump.
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