On the (Rest of the) Net.

ICYMI: Navigating popular culture as a feminist.

The freezing, hungry reality of NHL “ice girls”. [Mother Jones]

What it’s like to work at Playgirl. [Medium]

Orange is the New Black‘s second season dropped on Netflix last weekend, and Sady Doyle explains that it’s not just a “knitting circle” show for women:

“I mean, there is a knitting circle. But they have an alarming tendency to shiv people.” [In These Times] 

What a difference 40 years makes: Seventeen magazine then and now. [Shameless Magazine]

Is Miley Cyrus proving that sex doesn’t sell anymore?

“The old adage that sex sells meant a lot when you literally had to buy into an artist or performer. You couldn’t read Madonna’s Sex book without purchasing it, or watch Deep Throat without going to the cinema. True, music videos have always been free at the point of access, but they once acted as adverts for a purchasable product; now people can watch ‘Wrecking Ball’ as many times as they want, with no interest in the Miley album itself. They can tweet about what she means for feminism till they’re blue in the face, but with no real interest in the end project, there’s no guarantee that all publicity is good publicity.”

I would argue that Miley’s selling a different kind of sex than your Britneys and even Madonnas once did; she’s portraying a crazier, more aggressive and perhaps more authentic sexuality than we’ve seen amongst female pop stars in quite awhile, barring Rihanna and her IDGAF attitude. [Vice]

Slenderman shows that “adolescent intensity, obsession, fantasy, derangement, illness and yes, sometimes violence, are not the exclusive domain of boys.” [The New Republic]

And if you’re after even more linkage, check out The Conversationalist‘s hosting of the 73rd Down Under Feminist Carnival, featuring links from yours truly and many other feminist musings.

The Seventeen Magazine Project


This one came to my attention via daily e-newsletter I Heart Daily, as well as Girl with a Satchel, and I thought it was such a novel idea that I just had to check it out.

The premise of the blog is to track Pennsylvania teen Jamie Keiles’ “final month of high school, my prom and my graduation,” while hopefully prompting her readers to think “critically about beauty, media and the role they play in our society… If I can foster a discussion that broadens someone’s view even slightly I’d be satisfied.”

Those are some big ambitions for someone so young, and I have to applaud Keiles for coming up with this social experiment, much less expanding it to a global audience.

The actual blog is updated daily, with posts ranging from prom preparations, manicure advice and trying the “tribal trend” to original pieces on depictions of race in Seventeen, for which Keiles actually crafted her own statistics and pie charts, and relations between adults and teens.

My favourite post is “The Opposite of Tanning”, in which Keiles takes Seventeen’s advice on which is the right swimsuit for you (“I took bathing suit inspiration from a photo of Annalynne McCord… Like her, I wore a ruffled top and frilly bottom. Unlike her, I refused to pose for a photo like I was in the midst of a spontaneous frolic”), reading The Purity Myth by Jessica Valenti, and ignoring Seventeen’s call to “take some beach time to flirt with boys on adjacent blankets, but the beach I go to is mostly middle aged Jewish men”.

Keiles comes across as witty, snarky and savvy. How many 18-year-olds do you know who read “feminist prose” (á la Kat in 10 Things I Hate About You) and attend Conan O’Brien gigs (“The opportunity to see this show came to me at the last minute, and I wasn’t going to turn it down just because no one wanted to go with me. Not sure if this makes me lame or awesome, but I’m excited either way”)? I know I certainly didn’t do those things at that age.

I bet many Seventeen readers don’t either.

Related: Is There Really a Beauty Myth?