Invisible Identities, Part 1: Invisible to Whom?
Before I begin, I’d like to make a note on policing and culture. I’m going to go ahead and assume many of you are American. Please keep in mind that American experiences of race don’t apply everywhere. (What I’m particularly concerned with for the purposes of this post is that I’ve encountered a lot of sentiment to the effect that it’s more okay to question and deny the identities of lighter coloured non-white people. This is inappropriate in the Australian context, not least because of Indigenous notions of race. (Well, it would be if there was more respect paid to Indigenous notions of race.)) I can’t get more specific than that, simply because I am unaware of all

Shocker: “The Biggest Loser” promotes unhealthy weight loss practices
Apparently contestants on The Biggest Loser are pushed to exercise for six hours a day(!), dehydrate themselves until they urinate blood, and push their bodies to extreme limits, sometimes causing them to pass out or be otherwise injured. Two contestants were taken to the emergency room on the first episode of the current season. Gawker summarizes the Times article thusly: The winner of season one “dropped some of the weight by fasting and dehydrating himse

SYTYCD Top 12
There just have to be some SYTYCD fans that read Feministe, no? At least a couple? Well, such is my hope because I’m tired of watching these episodes and not having anybody to talk to about them. So, let’s get started! Last night, the top 12 dancers danced their little hearts out with two dances for each couple. The pressure is definitely on to see who will make the top 10 (which we find out tonight! AHHHH!). I think the fact that last week’s dances were only okay, coupled with the desire to make the top 10 made for an incredible night. Ellenore & Ryan – I think they had the best night. They had the

Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better…
So apparently women can do silly and not-so-silly things and still call themselves feminists. News. Flash. Yes, you can still call youself a feminist while you take your husband’s name, bake chocolate chip cookies for his office party and use your looks and sexuality to your advantage. Yes, you can call youself a feminist while you profess to enjoy the company of men more than women. Yes, you can call yourself a feminist while you… giggle (I must have missed the NOW meeting where they revoked all the gigglers’ membership cards). I’m

And this is why both sinks are set at a constant trickle and everything I own is covered in hair.
Something to file under Research On Things We Already Know: Science proves cats are evil.