An article that sums up just about every thought I ever had on the woman (it's Salon, so make with the Day Pass):
I'd always found what happened to Monica Lewinsky very sad on a personal level. It was as if she became a burlesque embodiment of all of the nightmare fears of my own phylum: the young urban woman.Even at my age, I worry about the unspoken flip side to the gloss of Sex And The City and Living Single.What if all our potential bosses never saw past our sexuality or took us seriously? What if our professional aims -- even when backed up by experience and ambition -- were ridiculed? What if we were made to pay for youthful indiscretions with early-onset spinsterhood? What if unseen forces monitored everything we put in our mouths and then called us fat? What if men liked us just because we gave head? What if someone snapped our picture as we stumbled, hung over, to get tampons on Sunday morning? What if by exhibiting sexual confidence in our 20s we had inadvertently barred ourselves from a future that included fulfilling work and love and kids if we wanted them?
What does it mean when Kelis, a woman who became famous for her uncontrollable colored afros and burning-bed anthems, poses like a typical Herb Alpert sexpot on her second album?Yeah, really. That's what I was thinking when I saw the album cover. I'm off to listen to my Wanderland mp3s.
And to just be completely random, I still love the hell out of Girlfight. Fighting tomboy power!
"My favorite part of my body is my brain. I think no matter what my body looks like I wont be satisfied unless I know how to use it."Michelle Rodriguez is the shit! As is Karyn Kasama. I hope she can make another film unlike Leslie Harris who did another fave. Posted by Candicissima at December 29, 2003 02:38 AM