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Last year’s Miss Great Britain apparently included pants: telegraph.co.uk/news/pi…
The UK clearly loses Eurovision every year because it’s putting all its effort into Miss Universe. This year: no pants, but more skirt than Nicola Roberts. [EDIT: Is there a women’s leg of the Upper Class Twit of the Year race? If so, Miss GB 2k11 has got to be the favorite.] I blame the Tories:
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Get to Tanzania already! She kicked all sorts of ass.
No argument from me. Gladiator swag:
Miss Chile, meanwhile, is the most likely to have her outfit appear in a Ke$ha video:
Miss Switzerland has just come from an anime convention, at which she was cosplaying as Switzerland’s favorite mahou shoujo:
Miss Hungary was also at the convention, but she prefers a catgirl series:
I have no comment on her outfit, but Miss Guatemala is better than you.
Miss Croatia has this weird little girl thing going on. She looks like she’s about to demand you buy her an ice cream cone. Either that or she’s off to play tennis in the Hamptons:
I’ll stop now before Screw Rock ‘n’ Roll turns into Perez Hilton.
I don’t often think about being a father because who the fuck thinks it would be a good idea for me to be responsible for other human beings, especially the sort who can’t do anything for themselves, but I suppose some day I’ll probably procreate. You know, like Jerry Seinfeld says, you can make your own people. Then you get to make them hate the things you hate! Why would I pass on that option?
But when I do think such a thing, it does kinda piss me off that if I were to ever have a daughter I’d be making a person that has to grow up and deal with stupid shit like being paid less and having to negotiate all these stupid standards and preconceptions that happen to girls. Like, a brand new person who’s destined to have to put up with all that?
(Not that fathering sons is any better a prospect. I don’t understand boys. And how do you raise some dude not to be an asshole? I don’t even know how not to be an asshole.)
Don’t really know how to write this post without it seeming wanky and performative. Look at me expressing concern for the plight of the female.
“Strength,” in the parlance, is the 21st-century equivalent of “virtue.” And what we think of as “virtuous,” or culturally sanctioned, socially acceptable behavior now, in women as in men, is the ability to play down qualities that have been traditionally considered feminine and play up the qualities that have traditionally been considered masculine. “Strong female characters,” in other words, are often just female characters with the gendered behavior taken out. This makes me think that the problem is not that there aren’t enough “strong” female characters in the movies — it’s that there aren’t enough realistically weak ones. You know what’s better than a prostitute with a machine gun for a leg or a propulsion engineer with a sideline in avionics whose maternal instincts and belief in herself allow her to take apart an airborne plane and discover a terrorist plot despite being gaslighted by the flight crew? A girl who reminds you of you.
I got this Indian squaw; the day that I met her,
I asked her what tribe she with: red dot or feather?
She said, “All you need to know is I’m not a ho,
And to get with me you better be Chief Lots of Dough”
Be honest, Jay. That’s not how that conversation went at all, is it?
BONUS QUESTION: “Girls, Girls, Girls” is a great song, of course, but which is its most racist lyric? So many contenders!