Monday, June 15, 2009

The Billboard That Has Everyone Pissed Off

The billboard that is pissing everyone off
I first saw this ad in the back pages of Ms. where they print ads they deem to be sexist and demeaning to women. Now the ad has been turned into a giant billboard on Houston in Soho.

Pretty much every feminist website/blog/twitter/ I read is up in arms about it. I mean, it's not the prettiest/least offensive thing I've seen walking down the street, but I've seen much worse. What about all those ad campaigns for vodka brands that would show older men having sex with two women at once, or those ads on the other side of the street on Houston that showed two women flirting with each other and grabbing each other in a homoerotic capacity only to have the series end with them ending up in a sexual situation with a guy. Why didn't people complain about those? Remember those ads with Vincent Gallo and multiple women? There was one right over a subway entrance with him buttoning up his pants while a very young model was kneeling over, reapplying her lipstick, using his belt buckle as a mirror.

In my personal opinion, this ad is maybe a bit too much for a giant ad viewable by all foot and motor traffic, but as a feminist this ad doesn't seem to present any more of an offensive role for a woman than anything else I've seen. In dissecting it, I would note that the female's body is in an active rather than passive role, showing her to be taking a consensual part in the sexual activity rather than being a victim. I would also note the fact that the ad features multiple men, rather than multiple women. Whereas, so many ads be they for vodka, Axe cologne, etc. show one much older man with two or more younger women. The ad also promotes a sense of androgyny and the men all look identical, making them perhaps the same as any expendable unidentifiable female model.



What do you think? Is this more degrading to women than anything else in advertising currently?

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Diane Birch review

Venus just posted my Diane Birch review, I wrote it in one evening a good month ago, so I'm afraid to peek at it and see how it turned out. Writing music reviews is such a clumsy process, not like reviewing theater and film where you have some sort of plot and chronological set up to analyze, music is so abstract.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Music Reviews

My recent reviews for Venus (I also have a Joan of Arc review in the print version this month):
  • Tori Amos
  • John Vanderslice

    When I was 15 I started writing music reviews for a local Minneapolis paper and my life goal was to be a music writer. However, nowadays my interests are more on the other areas of the arts and writing personal essays. I still love music, but it's not my raison d'etre the way it was when I was a high school student.
  • 6/4/09 01:21 am
    Went to Tea Lounge after work to get writing done, but wound up just reading my copy of the new Cat Power biography instead, liked reading about her arriving in NYC at the same age as I did and going to all the same bars and venues I went to.

    My coworker coincidentally was also there (Brooklyn is a small town) and she sat by me along with some guy she was with, we made plans to celebrate the end of the semester. I was overly exhausted and not excellent social material at all. Walked hone in the pouring rain listening to the Chromatics cover of "Running Up That Hill" a song I associate with long late night summer walks through eerily quiet Brooklyn streets, I felt strangely happy and at peace.

    advice?

    Two women at work told me they had some very important life advice for me, I said yeah what is it? They said: Make sure you marry rich. Just don't let the guy know you're marrying him for his money. But before you date a guy make sure you find out how much money his family has.


    Ugh.

    I can't believe anyone is that old fashioned.

    weirdos

    I woke up at 1 pm today! Crikey! Though I ran into my coworker at the Tea Lounge while I was writing and wound up staying up until 3 am. While I was there this creepy middle aged overweight dude kept trying to talk to me and asked me if he had talked to me on the Q train earlier, and then tried to give me advice about my laptop, and scolded me to be more careful when I was setting down my beer. He was looking at bikini babes on Myspace (you do know that those aren't real people, right?). I just kept ignoring him, and when I was typing something about female ejaculation I saw him looking at my screen so I put my arms over it and said "Excuse me?"
    He then said "Oh fine, alright already." And moved down a seat and started talking to some young blonde French girl named Simone. Surprisingly she gave him her phone number, accepted his offer to walk her home, and left with him. I was shocked, don't they have creepy men in France? Why would someone in NYC do that? This is a big city, you can't trust strangers.
    If you're going to risk your safety as a woman the guy could at least be devastatingly handsome, and terribly charming to the point where your rational sense gets momentarily turned off, not some middle aged, grey haired shlub. If I hear of any girls named Simone that went missing in Park Slope I'll be sure and tip the authorities off about the guy.

    Thursday, June 4, 2009

    our very public lives

    So weird. I'm sitting in the tea lounge fixing my resume, and maybe like an hour ago I wrote a twitter about how a woman with a shaved head in the cafe had a tattoo of the world on her head.

    Then some guy comes and sits by me and is clicking away on his laptop. He says "Excuse me?" I ignore him, because I always ignore strange men when they try and talk to me. He says it again so I look over at him, he says "Where is the woman with the tattoo of the world on her head?" I say "What?" And then he turns his laptop around to show me the screen and shows me that he's reading my twitter.
    FREAKY!
    I said, wow, how did you find my twitter?
    He says, I searched the phrase 'tea lounge.'
    It's still weird that in the dark (the lights are all turned out in here) he could recognize me from my teeny tiny photo in which my bangs are covering half my face.

    Amazing.

    I guess it's the price I pay for documenting my life online. People are bound to find me.

    I hope he doesn't start following me on there.