
Opening an article about idols by declaring that I personally don’t believe in idols feels like one of those trite writing devices I spend much of my time bitching about.
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Opening an article about idols by declaring that I personally don’t believe in idols feels like one of those trite writing devices I spend much of my time bitching about.
Continue reading “Shirley Manson: The Icon Madonna Could Have Been”
“Our Nation is unalterably committed to protecting our citizens, routing terror wherever it exists, and building a safer, better world of greater opportunity and freedom for all peoples. We will not rest until we succeed.”
Nicki Minaj and Taylor Swift have fallen out on Twitter.
I know. I’m bringing it up and even I can’t be arsed with the details of an event with a cultural half-life of twenty-six seconds, but feel free to immerse yourself here.
The details aren’t particularly pertinent but I’m sure you’ll know someone you can impress with the resulting insight.
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I’m usually excessively early to parties. It’s because I’m quite socially anxious, and if I arrive before anyone else, I can establish my exits and seating arrangements while simultaneously ensuring I don’t have to walk into a room full of people.
I spent much of my youth standing in empty nightclubs for much the same reason.
I’m putting this here.
I don’t want anyone who knows me – whether in real life, via social media or even just as a distant shape in cyberspace – to say they haven’t heard about this or haven’t had the opportunity to watch it.
If you choose not to watch it, that’s fine. That choice is part of the wider principle that Jon Stewart is articulating in this monologue and one I will defend to the best of my abilities.
Be proactive. Or reactive. Think about it first.
Make it a conscious decision to do jackshit.
Many see football and feminism as mutually exclusive interests, but as someone who writes about both, I can confirm they cross paths more frequently than you might suspect.
And certainly more than either would like.

Tom Hardy has got a hand fork stuck to his face.
I realise it’s been an awfully long time since I’ve been to the cinema to see a mainstream action film (yes, I’m a movie snob, but in my defence I have ‘fessed up to that particular corner of wankery in previous posts) and I fully expected to have missed some developments, but seriously.
Is this a thing now?
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As bad habits go, writing about appalling television sits on the social niceties scale alongside blowing one’s nose on the curtains.
Not only does the act provoke outrage and derision at the time, but everyone feels inexplicably dirty and wrong for a long time afterwards.
Those ‘soft materials’ are located in and around the breast area, in case you’re failing to keep up.
Unlike Metal Gear Solid character Quiet’s boobs on this soon to be released ‘action’ figure.
Continue reading “Hideo Kojima: The word you’re clumsily grabbing for is “Tits””
According to evidence given by sex workers at his trial, it could be suggested that this kind of thing seems to happen quite regularly in the vicinity of Dominique Strauss-Kahn.
Embed from Getty ImagesNeat point, well made, FEMEN.