On the (Rest of the) Net.

WTF?! James Holmes—aka the Batman killer—is hot?! [Jezebel]

How to avoid jail as a pregnant woman. Or really, a woman who could potentially be pregnant at some stage in the future. [HuffPo]

Paul Murray is glad Nick D’Arcy didn’t qualify for the Olympic finals, and I am too. After getting a slap on the wrist for those gun photos—not to mention the infamous assault—he shouldn’t have even been in London. [MamaMia]

Charlie Sheen’s corporate appeal. [Daily Beast]

Was Katie Holmes the innocent bystander in Tom Cruise’s Scientological quest for world domination, as the media makes her out to be, or is there more to her and the divorce?

“I’m convinced that she’s the most fame-hungry person the world has ever seen.” [Vulture]

The psychology of rapists. [Jezebel] 

“Millennial expert” and “voice of a generation” Chelsea Krost isn’t a feminist because she “doesn’t think boys suck” but she can relate to the people whose “feet are in their own feces in Africa”. Nice. [NY Observer]

In the wake of the Herald Sun calling Leisel Jones fat, it seems as a female Olympian you also have to have perfect hair and not be too muscly so as you begin to resemble a man. [MamaMia, Jezebel, ThinkProgress]

Image via Jezebel.

On the (Rest of the) Net.

Kate Upton is fat, apparently. Well, she does like phallic-shaped sugary treats… [SkinnyGossip Warning: This is a pro-ana website and may be triggering for some people]

I write about Channel 7’s bad boys at TheVine.

Sexist video gamers prove just how sexist they really are in response to a critique of sexism in video games. [Jezebel]

Menstruation and MasterChef. [The Conversation]

What an abortion at six weeks really looks like. Completely safe for work and not graphic at all. [This is My Abortion]

Stella Young on how disabled people doing normal things being touted as “inspirational” is a crock. [ABC Ramp Up]

Who knew morning sickness was so fascinating?! [Jezebel]

In the wake of another 13-year-old winning the Dolly Model Comp, Mia Freedman tells why she axed it when she was editor-in-chief. [MamaMia]

I went to the Jersey Shore and all I got was this t-shirt… [Jezebel]

Boys will now receive the HPV vaccine, Gardasil. Yay! [The Conversation]

The Katie Holmes obsession has begun: here, a countdown of her top ten Dawson’s Creek quotes that could double as life lessons for her marriage to Tom Cruise. [Refinery29]

Taiwanese photographer, Tou Chih-Kang, captures dogs in their final moments before euthanasia. Be warned: you will shed tears. [HuffPo]

Images via Por Homme, MamaMia.

My Week in Pictures.

Lady Gaga’s Born This Way Ball from the Monster’s Pit.

Gaga reppin’ it for her Aussie Little Monsters.

The meat dress makes a comeback.

The lucky fans who threw blow-up dolls onstage at Gaga and the thirteen-year-old girl who made her a book of illustrations and musings about why Gaga is an inspiration to her got to go backstage! Next time, I’m taking stuff to throw at her!

All Lady Gaga concert photos by April Bonnick.

I’m on the right track, baby, I went to the Born This Way Ball.

Definitely one of the highlights of my year/life, I finally saw Lady Gaga live in concert on Sunday night. It was terrible weather for it, and we stood out in the rain in skimpy outfits for about 45 minutes, which caused a cold I kicked last week to come back :(. But for Gaga: it was worth it. We bought tickets for the Monster’s Pit, which is the standing room area in front of the stage, and we were at a perfect vantage point to get some Gaga eye candy, as the above photos, taken by my friend April, will attest.

Last week, Mia Freedman wrote of her Sydney Gaga concert experience, saying she walked out mid-concert because she wasn’t impressed that Gaga hid behind her costumes and the set. I will agree with her on this count, but if Mia had’ve stayed, she would’ve enjoyed the majority of it; mid-way through, the concert became very interactive, and Gaga spoke to the fans, had “story time” (see above), and invited some fans backstage! Jealous!

Rock of Ages & Snow White & the Huntsman.

I managed to catch Rock of Ages before it descends into the failed movie-musical abyss, and I liked it. It had nothing on the stage show, which had nothing on stage shows with actual storylines, but it wasn’t wholly unenjoyable.

I also saw Snow White & the Huntsman, which I also liked, but both were nothing to write home about, really. You may see a comparison of the two Snow White efforts that came out this year, Mirror Mirror and the Kristen Stewart version, here, but I haven’t decided whether they’re both worth writing about yet.

The stack.

A special Tom-&-Katie-divorce issue of Who came out two days early yesterday. It’s a nice surprise to get my Who fix before Friday. I also picked up a bi-anual copy of Marc Bonnici’s zine, ZINm, which I and a few of my friends contributed to. While the print run is strictly limited, you can head here for some more ZINm goodness.  

Related: Mirror Mirror Review.

Elsewhere: [MamaMia] Lady Gaga & Why I Walked Out of Her Concert.

[ZINm Backstage] Homepage.

On the (Rest of the) Net.

Seven years on from Tom Cruise’s couch-jumping incident and Rich Juzwiack ponders how it changed Cruise’s career and pop culture itself. [Gawker]

Is “ambition” a dirty word for women? [Musings of an Inappropriate Woman]

London takes steps to eliminate street harassment. Or make people more aware of its ramifications, at least. [Jezebel]

Meanwhile, the Rookie girls tell their tales of street harassment.

How male body objectification derailed D’Angelo’s R‘n’B career. [Jezebel]

What it’s like to be a third world woman and how their circumstances can be changed. [NY Times] 

(Religious) men who hate women. [HuffPo]

Image via Celebitchy.

Magazines: Cover of the Week—Tom Cruise Looks Jaxxed Up for His Incarnation as an Ageing Rocker.

Have you seen the trailer for Rock of Ages?

From the looks of it, I don’t think it can compare to the stage version (have you seen Julianne Hough and Alec Baldwin’s hair? So not big enough for the ’80s!), but I am very much looking forward to seeing Tom Cruise play the ageing, prima donna rocker Stacee Jaxx, whom I think he’ll nail.

My friend Clare has a major hard on for Michael Falzon, who played Jaxx in the Australian stage production, and thinks Cruise won’t do the role justice. I, on the other hand, found the character of Jaxx to be completely over the top and irritating, so I think Cruise will be a natural!

Related: Rock of Ages Review.

Image via Celebuzz.

Magazines: Cover of the Week—A Farewell to Feminism.

Ahh, Nicole Kidman. You either love her or you hate her.

In her most recent magazine interview, for W, in which she is featured alongside her co-star in Hemingway & Gellhorn, Clive Owen, she discusses the HBO movie about the tumultuous love life of two of America’s greatest writers. Kidman also had this to say about her marriage to Keith Urban:

“He says I’m raw… He thinks the world is not a great place for me because he fears that I’ll be hurt. He says, ‘That’s my job: I’ll protect you’.”

Yes, because one of the most lauded and famous actresses of our time, who was married to the basket case that is Tom Cruise and played such tortured souls as Virginia Woolf, a war activist (Vietnam) and a mother who has lost her son in a car accident needs to be sheltered from the world. And let me guess? She needs her husband’s approval before she buys anything with her millions and must always have dinner on the table for him (which is a bit hard when he’s currently in Australia for The Voice while she’s fiming Grace of Monaco). Because we’re still living in the time Hemingway & Gellhorn is set, didn’t you know?

Image via Pop Sugar.

Event: Rock of Ages Review.

The last few musicals I’ve been to I haven’t enjoyed. West Side Story, Hairspray… My friends keep telling me I need to stop comparing them to Wicked! Fair call.

So I went into Rock of Ages last Tuesday night with trepidation. I was looking forward to the music and the ’80s campy quality, but I wasn’t expecting a storyline and character development of Gregory Maguire proportions.

And I was right. While the music and the one liners are great, Lonny (to be played by Russell Brand in next year’s big screen adaptation), the chubby, mullet-sporting narrator, admits ten minutes into the production that they should “probably introduce a storyline” to keep the audience invested.

This is where Drew aka Wolfgang von Colt (played by Justin Burford), aspiring rock star and busboy at Dupree’s Bourbon Room on the Sunset Strip (a nod to The Viper Room, perhaps?), and Sherrie, a small town girl looking to make it big as an actress in Hollywood, come in.

While Sherrie is the most vapid character I’ve seen in a musical for a long time ever, her representation is typical of women in the male-dominated rock music industry at the time: just a piece of ass.

This is all mega rock star Stacee Jaxx sees her as, and acts accordingly. Jaxx seems to embody guys like Bret Michaels from Poison, Steven Tyler from Aerosmith and perhaps Jon Bon Jovi (but he just seems too nice!), as the quintessential egomaniac douchebag who forgets where he got his start (hello, Bourbon Room!). The role is a good one, and I can really see Tom Cruise excelling in it in the film version, however I thought Michael Falzon overplayed the role. If he’d just kicked in down a notch and acted like he took himself more seriously as the best front man to ever walk the earth, I think the character would have been more effective.

In fact, if the production itself employed this tactic, I would see nothing wrong with it.

But all in all, the costumes were fab, the majority of actors killed it, the set “broke down the fourth wall”, both literally and figuratively and, of course, the music was pure ’80s hair rock and power ballads.

It’s the best thing going in Melbourne at the moment and, since the last musical I saw at the Comedy Theatre, Avenue Q, for a while.

Image via Crikey.

Magazines: Katie Holmes in Who—Do Celeb Bodies Makes Us Feel Better About Our Own?

 

The first thing I noticed when I flipped open to the Katie Holmes story in the latest issue of Who were her stretchmarks. But I was really glad they weren’t pointed out to me: I’m not a fan of body-shaming (though, admittedly and ashamedly, I sometimes succumb to it).

But, looking at Katie’s faded stretchmarks on her taut and toned abs, it made me feel better about my own. (Also, it proves the naysayers wrong: Katie was pregnant with Suri; the Cruises didn’t order her in from some Scientology farm.)

Who, however, does do their fair share of scrutinising, comparing Katie’s current bikini body with her bloated stomach in a shoe store in early May.

As I said above, I don’t like to see others’ bodily “shortcomings” pointed out to me; I’m perfectly capable of noticing them myself, and promptly ignoring them. My own bodily “shortcomings”? It’s touch and go.

The one thing I dislike about myself is my skin. It’s very susceptible to scarring and marking, and my acne scars, stretchmarks, spider veins and cellulite will attest to that. Bad skin runs in my family. But, after several years of struggling with my skin, especially on my upper legs and face, I’ve come to terms with it. You hide the areas you’re not a fan of and flaunt your best assets. I’ve embraced the ’50s silhouette in summer, and mostly wear A-line skirts that end just at the knee or mid-calf. For my money, I think I look better in clothes than I do out of them.

However, I think the only way you can become comfortable with your body is to walk around in your underwear. Or better yet, naked. Frequently. I do this all the time, and I love my body more for it. It helps you understand what you look like in all your glory, and better revel in yourself when it comes time to get naked with someone new. I can’t recommend this enough.

But back to celeb bodies. One the one hand, it would be a horrible thing to be subjected to as a person in the public eye. You would have to have a very thick (yet supple, and wrinkle/scar/pimple free, and perfectly tanned, and…) skin to deal with the scrutiny of celebrity life. But on the other hand, in this day and age, people don’t get into music/TV/film without being well aware what they’ll be subjected to. It’s not fair, but it’s a fact.

And the celebs who are open about their body struggles—Kate Winslet and her weight woes, Khloe Kardashian’s inadequacy when compared to her sisters—or even just celebs who refuse to conform to the skinny-mini stereotype—Kate Winslet (again), Pink and her baby body on the beach—give us someone to hold up as a beacon of hope when we don’t all look like the one-size-fits-all cookie-cutter mould.

While Katie still looks slim in her beach holiday photos (attention is drawn to her protruding—and, in one case, inverted—shoulder blades), her stretchmarks are what I’m looking at. And they look beautiful.

Related: Skinny-Shaming VS. Fat-Shaming.

My Name’s Scarlett, And I’m a Fat-Shamer.

Is There Really a Beauty Myth?

Who Condemns Baby-Body Bullying…

The Hills Have (Dead) Eyes.

Elsewhere: [MamaMia] These Are the Un-Retouched, Un-Fake Breasts of a 33-Year-Old Woman Who Has Breast Fed Two Babies. God Bless You Kate Winslet.

[MamaMia] What a Human Body Looks Like After a Baby.