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This week has been so majorly overwhelming. What is the weekend anyway? The weekend is a myth, existing in a realm of 9-5 employment in a universe far, far away from this one.

This week I moved from Perth’s version of Mordor to Salter Point, which is right by the Canning River. The location is beautiful, and I have a room big enough to do cartwheels in. I’ve also started up a HUGE life changing project, the details of which I can’t reveal right now but you’ll find out soon enough. Needless to say, I am a walking zombie and Angry Princess Bitchface has been making quite a few appearances. I somehow managed to rustle up a Sunday Hustle for this week, and Lady of the Week shall be returning as per usual as of Monday.

Zoe Saldana (that blue woman in Avatar) speaks up about fame and mental illness. (Jezebel)

Scarlet over at Early Bird Gets the Worm says nay to girl-hate! WORD. (Early Bird Gets the Worm)

Speaking of girl hate- Mean Girls Memes! Nyak, nyak, nyak.

Source: Mean Girls Memes

Have you tried online dating before? Venturing into the cyber-world of courtship is one of the most frustrating, hilarious and uncomfortable aspects of the world-wide-web. I wonder if Tim Berners-Lee (that’s the Grand Poombah of the Web, FYI) envisioned that his baby would be connecting would-be casanovas with unsuspecting young ladies? I feel as though online dating is only socially acceptable (and only just!) within the 25+ crowd and the gay scene. But what’s it really like? Tyla from Feministe dishes the dirt. (Feministe)

…online dating has also given me the chance to date outside my comfort zone. Okay, to be fair, getting approached by a man in real life almost always puts me outside my comfort zone, and I very rarely give out my number. But anyway, online dating has allowed me to look at a man I might not be interested in based on a short meeting in real life, notice all the awesome things we have in common, and eventually, give out my number. He likes Scrabble? One point. He likes this random, obscure book that I’m obsessed with? Two points. He likes cheese? Five points. Oh my god, he works for NPR?! That’s like a million points. Yes, a million. Come on! He could be the next Ira Glass! No? A girl can dream.

Confessions of a real life shopahollic. I think it’s fairly safe to say that no one believes they earn enough. “I have SO MUCH money!” says absolutely no one! Thank you GFC! But if there’s one thing I can say I learned from the GFC, it’s that plastic cards are not toys. Interest rates are a bitch. And absolutely nothing is so delightful that it’s worth paying off interest. Not convinved? Read Rachel’s post over at XOJane.com my new favourite web-haven! (XoJane)

Source: Breafast at Shabby Chick Diva's

Rick over at Mamma Mia interviews a real-life escort. Intrigued? You should be. Delicious Dalliances is an escort service run by women, for women. Yes, that’s right. A lesbian and bisexual escort service.

Having taken its 100th reservation, Delicious Dalliances is amassing a profile of how clients use the service. Some just once, never to return. They try it out and retreat back to the ‘normalcy’ of their families. Other might come back twice. Or three times. Others have become regulars.

They’re driven to exploration, not necessarily because they are lesbians, but because they have had urges they could not explain. A spark. A thrill at the thought of a same-sex experience. Questions. Fantasies. Some strong, some dull. But still there.

The ongoing IRL battle for girl-gamers. (Gender Across Boarders)

Source: Xbox Extreme

Women! Wikipedia needs you to edit more

pages, promises Wikilove in return. (The Guardian)

Scarlett talks about why she prefers older men, and the effect the media is having on body objectification. The majority of females will raise their hand when asked if they love feeling bootylicious. Who doesn’t love waking up with their hair GHD perfect and skin a glowing canvas of baby-flesh as you gaily trill to the tune of ‘I feel pretty, oh so pretty’? But what exactly does being ‘hot’ even mean? I know good looks are a form of social capital and blah blah blah, but I feel a pretty face will only get you so far. (Early Bird Catches the Worm)

I was taken aback recently when a coworker praised me for being close friends with a man who’s not super attractive. Unlike the two who ranked me, I don’t make friends in terms of looks. If anything, I find it easier to be myself around and make friends with men I don’t find attractive.

But my so called “ugly” friend has an awesome personality; anyone would agree. And that makes him attractive. And at the end of the day, it’s what’s on the inside that counts.

Women with fake moustaches. Nyak, nyak, nyak.

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Who remembers friendship bracelets? I was the friendship bracelet queen back in primary school, frequently plaiting away at multi-coloured yarns and lovingly securing them around the wrists of my girlfriends. We were ‘blood sisters’, child warrior body guards against armies of scary boys, and even formed our own juvenile version of a secret society. We marked each other’s bodies in a way that would probably worry most parents, and shared everything.  A good gal pal will take the edge off a rough day, whinge with you about your boss, help sabotage mortal enemies and doesn’t care what you look like when you wake up.  The relationships between girls is something of an enigma; we have an unmistakeably special bond that we search for in potential partners, yet we don’t label our friendships as a form of romantic love.

Building and maintaining supportive relationships is something that’s hardwired into the female brain. Studies show that women thrive emotionally and physically from these relationships. They help release stress, provide a shoulder to cry on, and provide inspiration for multi-million dollar franchises.

A few weeks ago, Rachel Rabbit White made a post about the BFF. She even used one of my little anecdotes about my relationship with a certain BFF who shall forever remain unnamed. Can you guess which one is my story?

The basic gist of the post is that everyone’s a little bi – whether it’s a phase you go through, a transitional period or stepping stone to full-blown lesbian, or the start of a sexually fluid identity. Or perhaps you choose to not abide by any label, seeing your attractions as far more personal as opposed to deeply sexual.

Frankie likes people.

This is hardly a new concept. Freud called it ‘polymorphous perversity’. Poly what now? To illustrate this point, University College, London did a study on the brain activities of various hetero and homosexual couples. Participants were shown images of their significant others, and photos of their same sex friends. When looking at the fMRI scans, guess what they found? That’s right – same neurological responses. Which means, romantic love, regardless of a person’s sex, and friendship love have very similar chemical reactions in the brain.

However, it appears that women displayed more of this brain activity than men. So is female sexuality much more fluid than mens’? You can bet your rainbow party pants it is, according to a study by Lisa Diamond. In her book Sexual Fluidity: Understanding Women’s Love and Desire, Diamond studied 100 women over a decade and found a trend amongst females to have a far more sexually diverse orientation.

Whether sexual or not, sometimes close female bonding is treated sexually. Sometimes it’s implicit, sometimes it almost smacks you in the face with a strap-on. Here are some subtle and not so subtle examples of the complex BFF relationship.

Emily and Spencer from Pretty Little Liars

Emily tries to seduce Spencer with her Cher impersonation.

The BFF relationship is central to the plot of Pretty Little Liars. One of the main characters, Emily, has a hidden infatuation for Alison (who is murdered in the first episode. The whole show revolves around her untimely death). In flash-backs we see Alison tease Emily with her coquettish double entendres, secretly making out with her, pushing her away and pulling her back in with teenage nonchalance, buying her gifts, basically playing favourites with extra tongue involved. Whilst I think Alison just knew she was smokin’ hot jail-bait and was probably just using Emily as an experiment, I get major vibes from Spencer. And the girls where PURPLE friendship bracelets. Need I say more?

Tracy and Evie from Thirteen

This early 2000s independent drama chronicled the kind of relationship many young teenage girls have – the friend who is a bad influence. Evie one of those enigmatic girls you meet who possess some sort of hypnotic power over all she comes into contact with. But Evie is bbbbad to the bone, introducing the faunish Tracy to the hard and fast world of juvenile deilinquincy. Think acid trips, older boys, shop lifting and bullying. Evie is in fact so bewitching, the completely moon-struck Tracy ends up locking lips with her and almost having a jail-bait three-way tryst with her neighbour. The thing is, Tracy doesn’t really care about the money she steals, the boys she kisses or the clothes she wears. She’s eagerly searches for signs of approval whilst mirroring Evie. Although the girls are only thirteen and I don’t want to be responsible for objectifying minors, there’s some fairly subtle and not so subtle sexual undertones that underscore their relationship, blurring the line between friendship love and romantic love. Not so black and white anymore, is it?

Regina George and the Plastics

Photo via Starpulse.com

Queen Bee Regina’s character is in the same vein as Evie from Thirteen. With enough charisma to charm the panties off any girl who so merely as breathes the same oxygen as her, Regina has an undeniable influence over all of her peers. Even Cady confesses that although she secretly loathes Regina, she still yearns for her acceptance. There’s something about this blonde paragon that causes the world to fawn at her feet.  She even manages to get her obedient cohorts to dress up as elves and perform a sassy Christmas repertoire. I mean, hello? Is this not sexual finesse? Regina can get a girl (and a boy) to do anything.

Brittany and Santana from Glee

Fan girls all over the Glee-verse spammed the shit out of Tumblr when their OTP Brittana became a canon pairing.  From back-up dancers, to pom-pom wielding besties, to cuddle buddies, and now to scissor sisters, they illustrate perfectly the BFF paradigm, wherein friendship love and romantic love intertwine. Brittany and Santana definitely built up one giant gay crescendo with their pink-linking performances. It’s obvious that the girls love each other despite their respective snarkyness and endless blonde moments, but they’re hesitant to put a label on their relationship. They see other boys, they sleep with other boys, but as sure as these teens will break out into a randomly choreographed song and dance routine about homework, so too do Brittana ultimately end up together.

So, what do you think? Does the media sexualise the BFF relationship, or just merely mirror back these already existing undertones? Is it a case of the chicken or the egg?
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  • The Class Boundaries of Veronica Mars – S. E. Smith over at This Aint Livin’ talks about the class politics of Veronica Mars. This post resonates particularly with myself right now. I was particularly stunned by the North vs. South class system in Perth. For those not in the know, North of the river = upper class, bourgeois society. South = bogan. Guess where I live!
  • Aw, man. Beat me to it! It totally wanted to write a post on breaking up with friends (something I recently had to do myself). I mean, is there a correct etiquette for cutting a non-romantic relationship out of your life? What do you say instead of ‘we can still be friends’ ?
  • The Princess Letters Project – This one’s really special. Did you love princesses growing up? My best friend did, and always tortured me with playing princess games. Luckily, I had a brother who taught me the important life lessons, like how to climb trees, race toy cars and fight like only little sisters can. I think indulging your inner princess is a must for all girls. Eat more cake! Play dress ups! It’s harmless fun. But this whole ‘some day my prince will come’ message might be potentially damaging. I partially blame Taylor Swift.
  • Self-professed Wordsworth and Proactive Pimp Alexandra Franzen has a lesson for you in modesty. Might have to stop describing myself as a wordsworth wunderkind.
  • I wish, oh how I wish, I wasn’t such a middle class foodie and had the guts to commit to the Live Below the Line challenge. Props to those (like fellow UNSWer and freelance writer Rachel Hills) who are taking the plunge and living on a shoe string budget.
  • My favourite zinester and all round bad ass grrrl Amber talks about girl hate in online forums, negative reactions to her tattoos, and reclaiming otherwise offensive insults.

I think that before someone does something seemingly innocuous like posting online about another person, it would be absolutely imperative to first examine where those bad feelings are coming from. Because once that action is taken, it cannot be changed and it can be destructive not just for the friendship (or pretendship, a term that I recently learned through the partner of a friend) in question, but for the communities that all involved parties belong to. Besides that, it’s a downright embarrassing situation to be in. I’d rather deal with it in a productive manner; by talking things out, and preferably not in a public forum, because that’s where the drama begins.

  • I love the tumblrverse. It’s addictive and there’s so much pretty! But sometimes, all the images of fashun models and the hoardes of girls who idolise their jutting collar bones and knobby knees gets a bit too much. However, skinny bashing is just as damaging. It’s like no body weight is good enough! Too fat? Too Thin? Reminds me of that scene in Mean Girls where The Plastics are all like ‘OMG EW!’ when Cady says she has fire crotch bad breath. Jetta knows what I’m talking about. Whilst I can’t personally relate to ever hating being called thin, it’s interesting to hear what it’s like for our fast-metabolism friends.
  • Speaking of Tumblr, Rhiannon from Fuck Yeah Women Artists has started a debate about whether  posts on Tumblr can be considered a form of artistic creation. I say yes. As informal and digital as it may seem, just as curators in galleries organise and archive collections by artistic movements, or artists, or themes, or periods etc, so too do Tumblr users organise and archive their content. This is done through the use of tags. It makes it simpler to locate images of a particular theme, or images of a certain person or thing. It’s the 21st Century way to cordon off sections of a person’s very own digital gallery.

Happy Sunday!


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