<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043</id><updated>2012-01-28T16:50:20.924-05:00</updated><category term='media'/><category term='choice'/><category term='domestic violence'/><category term='politics'/><category term='race relations'/><category term='gender stereotypes'/><category term='victimization'/><category term='films'/><category term='advertising'/><category term='reproductive choice'/><category term='feminist theory'/><category term='today in double standards'/><category term='sexual violence'/><category term='linkfest'/><category term='activism'/><category term='GLBT rights'/><category term='herstory'/><category term='current events'/><category term='feminism friday'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='Blogswarms'/><category term='women&apos;s health'/><category term='My Antifeminist Childhood'/><category term='white privilege'/><category term='beauty standards'/><category term='male privilege'/><category term='science'/><category term='legislation'/><title type='text'>Unapologetically Female</title><subtitle type='html'>life through a feminist lens</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>530</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-8611975991685935653</id><published>2011-05-18T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T10:59:16.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feminist Lessons from Zombie Marie Curie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGB9OxIGjwg/TdPd301fQoI/AAAAAAAAAnI/4hWuNfQosGc/s1600/Marie+Curie.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGB9OxIGjwg/TdPd301fQoI/AAAAAAAAAnI/4hWuNfQosGc/s1600/Marie+Curie.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Via&lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/896/" target="_blank"&gt; xkcd&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-8611975991685935653?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/8611975991685935653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=8611975991685935653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/8611975991685935653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/8611975991685935653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2011/05/feminist-lessons-from-zombie-marie.html' title='Feminist Lessons from Zombie Marie Curie'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGB9OxIGjwg/TdPd301fQoI/AAAAAAAAAnI/4hWuNfQosGc/s72-c/Marie+Curie.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-8820593503990851975</id><published>2010-10-06T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:56:18.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackass for Girls</title><content type='html'>I found this recent College Humor sketch rather poignant, because it illuminates how although large pockets of society find daredevil dude-pain outrageously humorous, there's very little that's funny about lady-pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1941986&amp;fullscreen=1" width="600" height="360" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1941986&amp;fullscreen=1"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1941986&amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"  width="640" height="360"  allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px 0; text-align:center; width:600px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/videos"&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/pictures"&gt;funny pictures&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/"&gt;CollegeHumor&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-8820593503990851975?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/8820593503990851975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=8820593503990851975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/8820593503990851975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/8820593503990851975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/10/jackass-for-girls.html' title='Jackass for Girls'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-5792995066250970298</id><published>2010-09-22T11:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T11:07:12.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Subverting the Script</title><content type='html'>I babysat for my 19-month-old nephew over the weekend, and I learned that one of his favorite toys at the moment is an adorable "Finger Puppet Theater" featuring a fold-out, castle-shaped stage made of felt and a collection of "medieval"-themed felt finger puppets.  Among these characters are a knight in armor, a dragon, a wizard in a purple gown and pointy hat, and the only female character is, of course, a yellow-haired princess in a pink dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid has just entered the &lt;i&gt;cutest&lt;/i&gt; phase where he'll climb into your lap, act fascinated, and actually sit still long enough for you to tell a couple of stories with the puppets. So, when he did this with me, I suddenly felt like the pressure was on for me to stretch my feminist muscles with some non-heteronormative feminist puppet tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing about this is that when all you have to work with is a knight in shining armor and a princess in a pink dress, it's actually really &lt;i&gt;hard&lt;/i&gt; to subvert the traditional "princess is stuck in the castle tower and needs to be rescued by the knight" cliche. Because when you start to make the puppets "perform" for a little kid, it feels so natural to slip into using an over-exaggerated, super-high and weak-sounding voice for the princess and an over-exaggerated, super-low and heroic-sounding voice for the knight, which would make it so easy to lead right into repeating the same old story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resisted the bothersome urge to follow that sexist script, but I have to admit that the stories I did tell felt &lt;i&gt;super&lt;/i&gt; forced. I had no idea what sorts of voices to use for the characters, since their appearances seemed to suggest what their voices should sound like. After having the princess teach new spells to the bumbling wizard and tame the dragon and rescue the prince, I just felt tired and welcomed the opportunity to switch to playing with choo-choo trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just made me sad, because I know that as he grows, he's going to hear and watch and read hundreds of stories, and he's going to learn all of these sexist tropes that are lurking everywhere, and if his feminist aunt who has a master's degree in women's studies has trouble improvising a few gender-role-subverting stories, what hope do we have of ever thwarting patriarchy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-5792995066250970298?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/5792995066250970298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=5792995066250970298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/5792995066250970298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/5792995066250970298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/09/subverting-script.html' title='Subverting the Script'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-4014514097259981289</id><published>2010-09-17T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T17:55:09.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How is Gender at Work?</title><content type='html'>As you've probably figured out, it's hard for me to consume visual media without thinking about the ways in which gender is at work in what I'm seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, yesterday, I watched &lt;a href="http://www.aetv.com/hoarders/video/?bcpid=44241147001&amp;bclid=605799158001&amp;bctid=606337257001" target="_blank"&gt;an episode of Hoarders&lt;/a&gt; that followed the separate stories of a woman (Robin) and a man (Ken) with &lt;i&gt;terrible&lt;/i&gt; hoarding problems that made their homes completely unlivable. The interesting difference between the two stories was that while Robin was facing the possibility that her home might be condemned and demolished, Ken was being threatened with six months of jail time as  a consequence for the condition of his property. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's not like their situations were identical except for their gender. I wondered if maybe Ken faced incarceration because his &lt;i&gt;yard&lt;/i&gt; was incredibly littered with junk, whereas Robin's problem was contained indoors, and one was just more visible and therefore violated more city ordinances or whatever, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that gender &lt;i&gt;mattered&lt;/i&gt; in how these two cases were handled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not that's true in this specific scenario, we do live in a culture that is quick to punish men through the criminal system and more reluctant to slap women with the same charges. (I should note that this is especially true of white women, and that women of color are often not afforded the luxury of appearing too "fragile" for prison.) In many situations, we assume men are acting rationally and therefore deserve punishment for their actions, and we are quicker to assume that women are mentally ill and in need of social services. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that we should be quicker to send women to jail or that we should stop punishing men who commit crimes, but it's important for us to think about how gender stereotypes act subtly on our social consciousness, affect our actions and reactions to people and events, and result in myriad inequalities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-4014514097259981289?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/4014514097259981289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=4014514097259981289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4014514097259981289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4014514097259981289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/09/how-is-gender-at-work.html' title='How is Gender at Work?'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-4151647419950858202</id><published>2010-09-14T09:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T09:54:28.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Axe Tells Men to Clean Their Balls</title><content type='html'>I refuse to give Axe any accolades whatsoever, but I can't say I'm not amused to finally see an ad campaign implying that men could use a little hygiene of their own "down there".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CtZKL74LgMg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CtZKL74LgMg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't get me wrong. This ad isn't sexism-free, what with the message that men should clean their junk so hot women will want to play with it, but the general absence of male hygiene ads contrasted with the sheer volume of such ads for women has helped to enforce the cultural notion that women are dirty and men don't really have to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, one funny "wash your balls" ad will &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; outweigh the decades of nauseating "freshness" messages we've endured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-4151647419950858202?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/4151647419950858202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=4151647419950858202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4151647419950858202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4151647419950858202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/09/i-refuse-to-give-axe-any-accolades.html' title='Axe Tells Men to Clean Their Balls'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-4350061255278209797</id><published>2010-09-14T00:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:45:06.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>I'm too creeped out by this to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIquQKzKUHI/AAAAAAAAAhg/7jfn96Z50G8/s1600/Vintage+Ad+Ivory.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIquQKzKUHI/AAAAAAAAAhg/7jfn96Z50G8/s640/Vintage+Ad+Ivory.jpg" width="514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/vintage_ads/2178760.html"&gt;Via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-4350061255278209797?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/4350061255278209797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=4350061255278209797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4350061255278209797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4350061255278209797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/09/vintage-ad-of-day.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIquQKzKUHI/AAAAAAAAAhg/7jfn96Z50G8/s72-c/Vintage+Ad+Ivory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-1122641005478347729</id><published>2010-09-13T09:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T09:25:51.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boobs Drive Technology</title><content type='html'>Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of COURSE &lt;a href="http://copyranter.blogspot.com/2010/09/wonderbra-unveils-first-3-d-billboard.html"&gt;the world's first 3D billboard&lt;/a&gt; would have to be for Wonder Bra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TI4lsM0C6SI/AAAAAAAAAh4/BKUpNmZxeIk/s1600/WonderBra3D.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TI4lsM0C6SI/AAAAAAAAAh4/BKUpNmZxeIk/s400/WonderBra3D.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-1122641005478347729?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/1122641005478347729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=1122641005478347729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/1122641005478347729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/1122641005478347729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/09/boobs-drive-technology.html' title='Boobs Drive Technology'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TI4lsM0C6SI/AAAAAAAAAh4/BKUpNmZxeIk/s72-c/WonderBra3D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-7474822096487830396</id><published>2010-09-11T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T22:10:31.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty and the Doofus</title><content type='html'>Last summer, when I was making my way through every episode of 90210, I posted about some &lt;a href="http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/07/okay-i-know-ive-seen-way-too-much-90210.html"&gt;stereotype-breaking&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/07/more-gender-flipped-stories-id-like-to.html"&gt;gender-flipped&lt;/a&gt; scenarios I'd love to see on television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, Dan and I watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0357413/"&gt;Anchorman&lt;/a&gt;, and not only was it &lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt; less funny to me than it was six years ago, but it got me thinking about how annoyingly common this premise is in comedy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely ridiculous, unattractive and/or unintelligent male protagonist actively and creepily pursues and/or sexually harasses a beautiful (but not funny), intelligent female love interest. She is either immediately or eventually (and often without explanation) won over by him and falls deeply and madly in love. They work together to resolve some sort of plot conflict. He remains comically strange and unattractive. She remains beautiful. They live happily ever after. The end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(See Wayne's World, Austin Powers, Anchorman, Zoolander, Billy Madison, Happy Gilmore, and a million others.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ONCE, I'd like to see the gender roles reversed. Can you think of any film at all where a super-quirky, not necessarily beautiful female lead lands a strikingly handsome guy with little to no personality?  The only examples I can think of that come close are the ones where the female character is a robot, alien, mannequin, or mermaid, and she is quirky by virtue of her non-humanness. However, in these movies she is still incredibly beautiful, and the story is still told from the point of view of the male character who falls in love with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just nauseating sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://geekfeminism.org/2010/09/10/geekspiration-of-the-fictional-kind/"&gt;See here&lt;/a&gt; for an example of a similar conundrum.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-7474822096487830396?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/7474822096487830396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=7474822096487830396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/7474822096487830396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/7474822096487830396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/09/beauty-and-doofus.html' title='Beauty and the Doofus'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-8094726554820908033</id><published>2010-09-10T02:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T02:48:02.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Options or Dangerous Double Standard?</title><content type='html'>My Women's Studies students always wanted to conclude that the fact that women are culturally freer to enjoy more "masculine" things (like sports, beer, and action movies) than men are to enjoy "feminine" things (like knitting, Twilight, and Lean Cuisine) means simply that women are advantaged and have more opportunities available to them.  They didn't stop to think that perhaps things associated with women and femininity are so devalued that men are socially encouraged to avoid them at all costs, while activities associated with men are elevated such that it makes women seem "cooler" when they engage in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good example of this is the ability of male comedians to get laughs by pretending to really like "feminine" things. I was reminded of this when watching a Daily Show episode from a couple weeks ago where Lewis Black expresses his disappointment in the film adaptation of &lt;i&gt;Eat, Pray, Love&lt;/i&gt; for its inability to live up to the profound spirituality of the book and has the audience rolling with laughter at the notion that this heterosexual man would actually have any interest whatsoever in this feminine cultural phenomenon. (The video won't embed, but you can watch the segment &lt;a href="http://clatl.com/screengrab/archives/2010/08/19/the-daily-shows-lewis-black-eat-pray-love-rant"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you even imagine this scenario with the genders reversed? A female comedian waxing poetic about the latest Transformers movie with the audience laughing at the complete HILARITY at the idea that she might have enjoyed it? It would just come off as confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most women know from experience that showing off all the ways in which we like what "the boys" like can earn us a little bit of power, because it somehow gives us instant credibility if men know that we know all the rules in football or how to change a tire or whatnot. Growing up, I always felt like "one of the guys" for knowing my fair share about heavy metal music, video games, and Star Wars. I only regret that guys never expended nearly as much energy trying to impress &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; with their knowledge of anything "girly".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-8094726554820908033?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/8094726554820908033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=8094726554820908033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/8094726554820908033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/8094726554820908033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/09/more-options-or-dangerous-double.html' title='More Options or Dangerous Double Standard?'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-6850988794516903189</id><published>2010-08-23T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:47:58.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Objectification, Made Simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/THNAx87GctI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Nfy498T8StM/s1600/Objectification.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="189" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/THNAx87GctI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Nfy498T8StM/s320/Objectification.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://thisisindexed.com/2010/08/dont-let-anyone-shut-you-up/"&gt;Indexed&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-6850988794516903189?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/6850988794516903189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=6850988794516903189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/6850988794516903189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/6850988794516903189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/08/objectification-made-simple.html' title='Objectification, Made Simple'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/THNAx87GctI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Nfy498T8StM/s72-c/Objectification.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-6771663702302169870</id><published>2010-08-16T02:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T02:26:43.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet Advice, Social Eating, and Feminism</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;(Cross-posted at &lt;a href="http://unbreaded.blogspot.com/2010/08/diet-advice-social-eating-and-feminism.html"&gt;UNBREADED)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the standard diet tips that are always showing up everywhere? The ones we've all heard a million times, but the magazines keep printing them, and the thin and bubbly morning news anchors keep filling segments with them? Sometimes, I feel like the media is droning out an endless &lt;a href="http://www.losttvfans.com/page/The+Distress+Signal"&gt;Lost-style radio signal&lt;/a&gt; telling us to take the stairs, use smaller plates, and stop eating hours before bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I find the repetition of many of these tips mildly annoying, there's one that I keep seeing that really gets under my skin: the one that advises we avoid eating alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The logic behind this tip is that people who consume most of their food in the presence of others apparently let their self-consciousness about appearing gluttonous get in the way of stuffing their faces. And while this advice may work wonders for some people, it's totally lost on me for a couple of reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I've realized over the years that I'm what you might call a &lt;b&gt;social eater&lt;/b&gt;. For me, food -- especially junk food full of sugar and starch -- is more fun when it's being shared. While I can stay on track with a healthy eating plan with few problems by myself, I often find a way to use getting together with friends as an excuse to stop caring about what I'm putting into my body. Sadly, this has meant that the times in my life when I feel the most fulfilled socially are also the times when I tend to gain the most weight, and rededicating myself to health and weight-loss often means having to isolate myself for a while in order to develop new habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the problem is that I feel like I'm less fun (maybe even less &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;) when I'm ordering a salad instead of fries and drinking water instead of soda. I've never smoked, and I rarely drink, but I imagine the psychological process involved is similar for people who smoke or drink socially. I have this strong feeling that such indulgence is somehow necessary to my good time. Remember that study that came out a few years ago claiming that &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/07/25/health/25iht-fat.4.6830240.html"&gt;people with fat friends are more likely to also be fat&lt;/a&gt;? It made sense to me, because I think people just like surrounding themselves with like-minded people who enjoy similar things.&lt;a href="http://www.unapologeticallymundane.com/"&gt; Katie &lt;/a&gt;and I talk a lot about how there are so many people out there who just don't seem to &lt;i&gt;care&lt;/i&gt; about food the way we do, and we both agree that it's much harder to relate to these people socially. Similarly, I doubt someone who thinks a party isn't a party without alcohol would get a lot of enjoyment from hanging out with me, but if you're always in the mood to get together and consume a large pizza and a tube of raw cookie dough, I'm your girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Those who know me well know that I'm a raging feminist who resents how women in our culture live in a regime in which we are constantly judged by our behavior and appearance and encouraged not to take up too much space. And the "friendly" dieting advice telling us not to eat alone actively counsels us to yield to insecurities derived from societal rules about how much and what types of foods women should be eating. In a culture in which we are are constantly taught that &lt;a href="http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2008/05/eat-like-man.html"&gt;men are entitled&lt;/a&gt; to&lt;a href="http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2007/03/yorkie-its-not-for-girls.html"&gt; rich foods in large amounts&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/03/more-media-messages-telling-me-im-not.html"&gt;women are not&lt;/a&gt;, diet advice that encourages this sort of self-surveillance in women (anyone else read &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michel_Foucault"&gt;Foucault&lt;/a&gt; in college?) serves to further entrench gendered oppression and inequality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem is that my feminist consciousness makes me want desperately to rebel against diet culture, even though I often &lt;a href="http://www.unbreaded.blogspot.com/"&gt;actively participate in it&lt;/a&gt;, and that creates an ambivalence in me about eating that makes me go back and forth between trying to eat really healthfully and wanting to lash out at the diet industry by eating whatever the hell I damn well please, thankyouverymuch. It's not that appetite and/or fatness are inherently feminist, but in our sexist culture, &lt;i&gt;unapologetic&lt;/i&gt; appetite and/or fatness in women is inherently &lt;i&gt;political&lt;/i&gt;. And throughout my life, I have taken a special pride in being able -- &lt;i&gt;in the presence of others&lt;/i&gt; -- to "eat like a man". I don't know that it's ever even really occurred to me to worry that people might think I'm eating too much, but I &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; it when other people know I'm watching what I eat, because it feels antifeminist and stereotypically girly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm interested in hearing what others think about this. Do your individual health goals sometimes end up conflicting with your self-image or your personal politics, and if so, how do you deal with it? Which conventional diet/fitness/health tips annoy the crap out of &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-6771663702302169870?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/6771663702302169870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=6771663702302169870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/6771663702302169870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/6771663702302169870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/08/diet-advice-social-eating-and-feminism.html' title='Diet Advice, Social Eating, and Feminism'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-3953652840077314766</id><published>2010-07-30T07:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T07:47:53.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>American Airlines, 1950:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=VintageAd-VacationPlanning.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/VintageAd-VacationPlanning.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy reads: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;VACATIONS are for Father but... Mother makes the plans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most families planning a vacation is mother's job. Carefully for months on end, she looks for just the right place to give father a good rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Flagship travel brings within her reach many wonderful places never before practical. Long tiring hours "on the road" are the thing of the past. By Flagship the trip is quick and easy. The family arrives rested and ready to enjoy those &lt;i&gt;extra&lt;/i&gt; days of vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So plan to vacation by Flagship this year. You'll find your holiday starts the moment you board the plane.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/vintage_ads/2108092.html"&gt;Via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-3953652840077314766?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/3953652840077314766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=3953652840077314766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/3953652840077314766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/3953652840077314766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/07/vintage-ad-of-day_30.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-5062329437297362833</id><published>2010-07-25T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T17:42:59.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Dolls and the Problem with "Anatomically Correct"</title><content type='html'>One of my friends just shared this short documentary piece on the making of Real Dolls. There's also a super creepy series of photos from the factory &lt;a href="http://caneparidoesitbetter.com/2010/07/08/love-machine/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13080908&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=ff0179&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13080908&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=ff0179&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/13080908"&gt;Honey Pie&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/caisaplace"&gt;California is a place.&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Dolls certainly give us feminists plenty to be bothered about, but when watching this video, the thing that probably bothered me the most is when the guy explained that when he started making these things, he got lots of questions about whether they were "anatomically correct", which is why they ended up with fuckable vaginas. And it struck me -- &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt;, in our culture, does the term "anatomically correct" automatically equal genitals? When someone uses that term, we know exactly what they're talking about. (Sort of like how we know what the term "legal" is supposed to mean, when we're referring to young girls. Shudder.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't "anatomically correct" also refer to working brains? Central nervous systems? Hearts, lungs, bones, pores, blood cells, metabolism, digestion? These dolls, of course, have none of these things, but as long as they're "anatomically correct" in the way that serves the penises of the men who buy them, that's all that matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-5062329437297362833?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/5062329437297362833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=5062329437297362833' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/5062329437297362833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/5062329437297362833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/07/real-dolls-and-problem-with.html' title='Real Dolls and the Problem with &quot;Anatomically Correct&quot;'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-1472759734236786135</id><published>2010-07-24T17:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T17:52:25.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Chatting and the Male Gaze</title><content type='html'>So far, I've seen two of these new iPhone 4 commercials featuring the device's video chatting capabilities, and I'm really struck by how &lt;i&gt;both&lt;/i&gt; of them feature someone who's male reassuring someone who's female that she looks okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/diUjVY8zRJc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/diUjVY8zRJc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-h-tyOpFABY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-h-tyOpFABY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a culture where girls and women spend such large portions of their lives feeling self-conscious about how they look and feeling scrutinized by the male gaze, it's interesting to think about the types of political consequences face-to-face video chatting technology might someday have for women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-1472759734236786135?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/1472759734236786135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=1472759734236786135' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/1472759734236786135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/1472759734236786135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/07/video-chatting-and-male-gaze.html' title='Video Chatting and the Male Gaze'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-1605885345224875833</id><published>2010-07-18T15:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T15:21:28.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Infomania: "Homo-Cidal Maniacs"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://current.com/shows/infomania/"&gt;Infomania&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://current.com/users/bryan_safi.htm"&gt;Bryan Safi&lt;/a&gt; examines 100 years of gay villains in cimema:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lS4c05WPyRY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lS4c05WPyRY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-1605885345224875833?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/1605885345224875833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=1605885345224875833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/1605885345224875833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/1605885345224875833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/07/infomania-homo-cidal-maniacs.html' title='Infomania: &quot;Homo-Cidal Maniacs&quot;'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-7785672635162904334</id><published>2010-07-15T03:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T03:18:21.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More like Stereotypical</title><content type='html'>According to Allstate, "your typical teenage girl" is MAYHEM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HR19XBym6v4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HR19XBym6v4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so are "hot babes out jogging":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q9eqj7xRzk0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q9eqj7xRzk0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-7785672635162904334?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/7785672635162904334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=7785672635162904334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/7785672635162904334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/7785672635162904334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/07/more-like-stereo-typical.html' title='More like &lt;i&gt;Stereo&lt;/i&gt;typical'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-8291939836307964477</id><published>2010-06-26T01:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T01:19:20.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gendered Marketing Compare and Contrast</title><content type='html'>I just saw the Shake Weight for Men commercial for the first time, and I was sort of stunned (although not really surprised) by how different it is from the earlier commercial aimed at women. Everything in these ads -- from the background music and narration, to the types of bodies shown -- communicates messages about "proper" masculinity and femininity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xbsSeVr5NSI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xbsSeVr5NSI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xXHUdvvHTkw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xXHUdvvHTkw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;i&gt;"Look how easy this is, ladies! Anyone can do it!"&lt;/i&gt; versus &lt;i&gt;"It will kick! Your! Butt!"&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;i&gt;"Be strong and build muscle, men!"&lt;/i&gt; versus &lt;i&gt;"Get rid of those problem areas, so you can look pretty in clothes!"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, it's just annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-8291939836307964477?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/8291939836307964477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=8291939836307964477' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/8291939836307964477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/8291939836307964477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/06/gendered-marketing-compare-and-contrast.html' title='Gendered Marketing Compare and Contrast'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-1410934290134975264</id><published>2010-06-25T06:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T06:00:02.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Massive Eyeroll Friday: Charlotte, NC Named "America's Manliest City"</title><content type='html'>(Warning: Out of sheer necessity, this post contains an unprecedented amount of snarky quotation marks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the Mars corporation (which owns about a million trademarked food brands) apparently just conducted its second annual study to determine the &lt;a href="http://www.mars.com/global/news-and-media/press-releases/news-releases.aspx?SiteId=94&amp;amp;Id=2087"&gt;"manliest" city in the U.S.&lt;/a&gt; Aside from consumption of Mars' more "manly" snack foods (Get the hilarious promotional tie-in? Get it?!), the criteria to determine "manliness" included participation in sports and "manly occupations", along with a ton of other activities I sort of thought women were allowed to participate in, too. I guess I was wrong, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read for yourself. (Emphasis mine):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The COMBOS® “America’s Manliest Cities” study ranks 50 major metropolitan areas, &lt;strong&gt;using manly criteria like the number of home improvement stores, steak houses, pickup trucks and motorcycles per capita.&lt;/strong&gt; “We’re excited to release the second installment of the COMBOS® ‘America’s Manliest Cities’ rankings,” said Craig Hall, general manager, Mars Chocolate North America. “Charlotte is NASCAR country so we’re not surprised that they’ve taken over the top spot. After all, COMBOS® has been the ‘Official Cheese-Filled Snack of NASCAR’ since 2002.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several cities made big jumps up the rankings this year – Chicago, Baltimore, Washington D.C. and Philadelphia all broke the top 10 after being in the lower half of last year’s rankings. In addition to cities improving or declining in returning categories, the change in rankings can also be attributed to a &lt;strong&gt;new category this year – manly occupations (fire fighters, police officers, construction workers and EMT personnel)&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manly occupations category was added this year to recognize the hard-working guys that make so many American cities great places to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supporting the theme of manliness, COMBOS® also recently launched its Zone Sweet Home sweepstakes at www.COMBOS.com – an opportunity for guys to win an ultimate Home Theater Zone, Tailgating Zone or Gaming Zone, each worth up to $25,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Manly Study Highlights&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Charlotte, N.C. now has chief bragging rights on manliness thanks to its top 10 rankings in the sports, manly lifestyle, manly retail stores, manly occupations and salty snack sales categories.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;     Chi-town natives have another reason to applaud local police officers and firefighters. Chicago moved up 39 spots in the rankings to No. 7 overall, partly thanks to a strong ranking (No. 3) in the manly occupations category.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Los Angeles, San Francisco, San Diego, Sacramento, Calif., Oakland, Calif. and Portland, Ore. failed to pull themselves out of the basement of manliness as they each remained in the bottom 10 spots of the rankings for a second consecutive year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Tennessee men embrace a manly lifestyle as Memphis and Nashville finished first and second in the “manly lifestyle” category that tracks the number of pickup trucks and motorcycles registered in the city, sports TV viewing habits, fishing and home improvement.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Long known as a city for diehard sports fans, Boston backed up that claim by taking the No.1 spot in the sports category thanks not only to the number of professional sports teams, but the quality of professional sports in the city.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;    The men of Oklahoma City still know how to snack with gusto. For the second year in a row, their city owns the highest purchase rate of salty snacks, such as COMBOS®. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to know that giant corporations are spreading the important message that salty snacks, steak houses, law enforcement, firefighting, construction work, emergency medical training, &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; sports and sports TV viewing, home improvement stores, fishing, motorcycles, and pickup trucks are the purview of men. Since my city happened to take second place in manliness, I guess that means I'll have to move to the girly west coast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-1410934290134975264?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/1410934290134975264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=1410934290134975264' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/1410934290134975264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/1410934290134975264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/06/massive-eyeroll-friday-charlotte-nc.html' title='Massive Eyeroll Friday: Charlotte, NC Named &quot;America&apos;s Manliest City&quot;'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-3755761511113626956</id><published>2010-06-25T00:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T00:06:23.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>In &lt;a href="http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/06/vintage-ad-of-day_18.html"&gt;another&lt;/a&gt; surprisingly gender-neutral ad from the 1960s, a &lt;i&gt;woman&lt;/i&gt; is shown using a power tool right alongside a man. Gasp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=VinatageAdBlackandDecker.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/VinatageAdBlackandDecker.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/vintage_ads/2044327.html"&gt;Via.&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-3755761511113626956?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/3755761511113626956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=3755761511113626956' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Catch the new episodes starting tonight at 10pm on Comedy Central. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/leela" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1003.photobucket.com/albums/af154/iljava/leela-1.png" border="0" alt="Leela Turanga from Futurama Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-2684058118812018537?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/2684058118812018537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=2684058118812018537' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2684058118812018537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2684058118812018537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/06/futurama-returns.html' title='Futurama Returns!'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-2757629566475977730</id><published>2010-06-23T23:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:43:01.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Feminists Have Been Saying All Along!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=PornandDisney.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/PornandDisney.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://stuffnoonetoldme.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html"&gt;Stuff No One Told Me (But I Learned Anyway)&lt;/a&gt;, via &lt;a href="http://www.slashfilm.com/2010/06/23/will-the-academy-awards-move-to-january/"&gt;Slashfilm&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-2757629566475977730?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/2757629566475977730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=2757629566475977730' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2757629566475977730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2757629566475977730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/06/what-feminists-have-been-saying-all.html' title='What Feminists Have Been Saying All Along!'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-2668775390468946680</id><published>2010-06-22T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T11:32:44.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day: "Serious Feminine Derangement" Edition</title><content type='html'>From 1908:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=VintageAdVegetableCompound.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/VintageAdVegetableCompound.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T BLAME HER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For she cannot help it. Women are often cross, irritable, hysteric, and declare they are driven to distraction at the slightest provocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men cannot understand why this should be so. To them it is a mystery because in nine times out of ten this condition is caused by a serious feminine derangement. A remedy is necessary which acts directly upon the organs afflicted, restoring a healthy normal condition to the feminine system, which will quickly dispel all hysterical, nervous, and irritable conditions. Such is &lt;strong&gt;LYDIA E. PINKHAM'S VEGETABLE COMPOUND&lt;/strong&gt;. The following letter serves to prove this fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Mattie Copenhaver, 315 So. 21st St., Parsons, Kans. writes:&lt;br /&gt;"For two years I suffered from the worst of feminine ills, until I was almost driven frantic. Nothing but morphine would relieve me. Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound brought me health and happiness and made me a well woman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FACTS FOR SICK WOMEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For thirty years Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound, made from roots and herbs, has been the standard remedy for female ills, and has positively cured thousands of women who have been troubled with displacements, inflammation, ulceration, fibroid tumors, irregularities, periodic pains, backache, that bearing down feeling, flatulency, indigestion, dizziness, or nervous prostration. Why don't you try it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Pinkham invites all sick women to write her for advice. She has guided thousands to health. Address, Lynn, Mass.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/vintage_ads/2040905.html"&gt;Via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-2668775390468946680?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/2668775390468946680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=2668775390468946680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2668775390468946680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2668775390468946680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/06/vintage-ad-of-day-serious-feminine.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day: &quot;Serious Feminine Derangement&quot; Edition'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-8760289666782782310</id><published>2010-06-22T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T10:50:37.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop: Behind the Scenes</title><content type='html'>One of my students dug up this video a couple of quarters back and showed it to class, and it's too good not to share here. If you ever need to demonstrate to skeptics just how out of control the retouching industry is, this pairs nicely with the Dove &lt;a href="http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2007/07/beauty-standards-run-amok.html"&gt;"Evolution of a Model"&lt;/a&gt; video and the &lt;a href="http://shakespearessister.blogspot.com/2010/06/impossibly-beautiful.html"&gt;Impossibly Beautiful&lt;/a&gt; series at Shakesville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YP31r70_QNM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YP31r70_QNM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-8760289666782782310?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/8760289666782782310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=8760289666782782310' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/8760289666782782310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/8760289666782782310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/06/photoshop-behind-scenes.html' title='Photoshop: Behind the Scenes'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-5582161128013473648</id><published>2010-06-18T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T23:19:51.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=VintageAd-Ecko.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/VintageAd-Ecko.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy reads (emphasis mine): &lt;blockquote&gt;See how much better they are...&lt;br /&gt;Flint Gifts by Ecko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who loves to cook (&lt;strong&gt;male or female&lt;/strong&gt;) is sure to love these wonderful Flint household gifts. They're beautiful, useful, lasting gifts that will be daily reminders of you and your thoughtfulness for years to come. See them and dozens of other Flint Gifts by Ecko wherever fine housewares are sold. See how much better they are!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double-take! People who are &lt;i&gt;male&lt;/i&gt; can love to cook?! And we can buy them cooking utensils and be considered thoughtful?! Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/vintage_ads/2034606.html"&gt;Via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-5582161128013473648?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/5582161128013473648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=5582161128013473648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/5582161128013473648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/5582161128013473648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/06/vintage-ad-of-day_18.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-8534615720997848459</id><published>2010-06-18T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T14:29:26.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Male Privilege: Making Women the Butt of Jokes Since the Beginning of Time</title><content type='html'>While I agree that the tea party folks are totally off their rockers, I'm not all that amused by &lt;a href="http://godhatesprotesters.wordpress.com/2010/06/18/at-the-chicago-tea-party-rally/"&gt;this particular method&lt;/a&gt; of putting them in their place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=ProtesterSuffrage.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/ProtesterSuffrage.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that dissecting an image like this one is what earns me the "humorless" in "humorless feminist", but I can't help but notice when the humor in a joke depends entirely on a gendered power differential and our sexist history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this wouldn't be considered funny if women's suffrage had never been in question, and the fact that the 19th amendment isn't even 100 years old yet makes gags like these especially damaging to women. Not only does the phrase "men's suffrage" carry no similar meaning, but because men are considered the default and women are "other", individual men aren't considered as stand-ins for &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; men. They get a free pass on that burden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/385/"&gt;Remember this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;amp;current=06edc18c.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/06edc18c.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the exact same principle at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-8534615720997848459?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/8534615720997848459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=8534615720997848459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/8534615720997848459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/8534615720997848459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/06/male-privilege-making-women-butt-of.html' title='Male Privilege: Making Women the Butt of Jokes Since the Beginning of Time'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-3708548847391136458</id><published>2010-06-17T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T06:00:04.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>College Undergrads and the Future of Feminist Activism</title><content type='html'>So, I finished up school last week and now possess an MA in Women's Studies. In the two years I spent in my program, I taught Women's Studies 101 six times, which means I had the unique experience of getting to teach about 175 Midwestern undergraduate students some basic feminism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some observations about my students that shed some light on where they stand in relation to feminism. Don't take these as generalizations, as there were exceptions in every class. They're more like trends I noticed over the last couple of years about today's college undergrads who take Women's Studies. I also don't want some of the more pessimistic-sounding observations to come  off as complaints. The vast majority of my students were learning about a  feminist viewpoint for the first time, and some resistance to the ways  in which it challenges what they have believed for most of their lives  is totally natural. However, I think an understanding of where most students are when they first start thinking about these things can be illuminating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They get outraged that their high school history classes never taught  them who Alice Paul was or what women had to go through to get the right  to vote.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are highly invested in individual merit and personal responsibility and tend to ignore systemic causes and solutions to injustice and inequality.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are quick to dismiss still-highly-relevant feminist theory written 10, 20, and 30 years ago on the grounds that "things have changed since then".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When they learn about the ERA, they show outrage that it never passed -- until they realize that it possibly could have meant requiring women to register for the draft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When they read bell hooks' "Rethinking the Nature of Work", they shy away from engaging with her critique of capitalism and instead embrace her claim that women should stop devaluing housework.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They remain highly invested in male chivalry and often refuse to examine the power relations underlying the practice, arguing that it's important for men to be "gentlemen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Despite being able to fully articulate the problems with blaming victims for rape and sexual assault, they still maintain that women should "know better" than to dress like whores and flirt with guys at bars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They can simultaneously be offended by &lt;a href="http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2007/09/bill-maher-hates-you-along-with-all.html"&gt;Bill Maher telling them the only place boobs and food go together is Hooters&lt;/a&gt; and vehement that women who breastfeed in public are "being gross".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They recognize the sexism in breast cancer awareness marketing that objectifies women, yet excuse it as long as the campaigns are making money that goes to a good cause.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They respond most positively to feminist arguments that don't single out men as the cause of women's oppression, and they seem eager to give equal attention to disadvantages experienced by men in our society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;After reading and hearing the words "people of color" and "women of color" in my class, some of them end up using the words "colored people" and "colored women" in their writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They often mix up the words "valorize" and "vilify" -- sometimes to  hilarious effect. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are quick to argue that gay, lesbian, and transgender folks deserve equal rights, but they rarely notice or point out when arguments are heterosexist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When asked to list women they admire, many of them name Oprah Winfrey and Sarah Palin, but most of them name their mothers first.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They maintain, despite evidence that our bodies are constituted and shaped by the social, that women are naturally physically weaker than men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;With the exception of one "LOL" in two years, they don't write in text-speak, but they do tend toward a highly informal, conversational tone in their writing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Has anyone who's taught before seen similar things or had a different experience? Does any of this surprise you? How do you think these trends affect the future of feminist activism?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-3708548847391136458?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/3708548847391136458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=3708548847391136458' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/3708548847391136458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/3708548847391136458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/06/college-undergrads-and-future-of.html' title='College Undergrads and the Future of Feminist Activism'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-4272411092295800827</id><published>2010-06-16T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T06:00:03.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Age and Fertility: A Slippery Slope</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=BousadaandTwins.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/BousadaandTwins.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been in the news that &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/31921390/ns/health-womens_health/"&gt;the "world's oldest new mom" has just passed away&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;MADRID - She devoted years to caring for her mother, who died at age 101. Then Maria del Carmen Bousada embarked on a quest to become a mom herself. She lied to a California fertility clinic to skirt its age limit, and later pointed to her mother’s longevity as a reason to expect she’d be around to care for her kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 66 she had twins, becoming the world’s oldest new mom — and raising questions about maternity so late in life. Now she is dead at age 69, leaving behind boys not yet 3. &lt;/blockquote&gt;Although I'm not surprised that stories like this "raise questions" about appropriate motherhood in our broader culture, it always catches me a bit off guard to hear vehement judgment passed on women for their choices. (If you read any of the &lt;a href="http://health.newsvine.com/_news/2009/07/15/3027737-worlds-oldest-new-mom-dies-leaves-2-toddlers#comments"&gt;comments&lt;/a&gt; on the story, or if you happened to catch &lt;i&gt;The View&lt;/i&gt; yesterday morning, you know what I'm talking about.) There seems to be the general feeling that it's selfish or irresponsible for a woman to have children when there is a possibility that she will not live long enough to completely raise them. But there are a number of problems with using this rationale to support laws and policies that prohibit older women from seeking fertility treatment or becoming pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There's a double standard at work, here. When men die and leave behind small children, we generally don't blame them for fathering children at older ages, nor do we call them irresponsible for engaging in risky activities that may endanger their lives and cut short their time on earth with their offspring. (Instead, we usually just congratulate them on their virility.) The reason? As a society, we just don't hold men responsible for the physical or emotional work of childcare in the way we do women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No matter how you look at it, prohibiting women of a certain age from pursuing their own reproductive decisions is inevitably &lt;i&gt;political&lt;/i&gt; And I hate to use the fraught words "slippery slope", here, but passing judgment on some women really does open the door for all sorts of other restrictions on women's freedom. If there is to be a cut-off age for older women to be able to choose to have children, when should it be? Should it be based on average life expectancy for all women? Should race, region, or socioeconomic status be taken into account, even though these factors have been shown to have significant effects on life expectancy? Would having different standards for different women smack of uncomfortable -isms we would rather avoid, while not doing so would perhaps disadvantage women who are arguably better equipped live longer and raise their children? Why is age and not overall health the determining factor? Shouldn't women be given health screenings before they receive fertility treatment to make &lt;i&gt;sure&lt;/i&gt; they're in tip top health (whatever that means) before they can proceed? And why stop at fertility treatments and in vitro fertilization? If it is so incredibly tragic and detrimental for young children to lose their mothers, why not prohibit older women from becoming pregnant on their own, as well? Why not enforce contraception for all female cancer patients? How about (re)enacting protectionist laws that keep women out of all sorts of dangerous situations that men are free to enter, just so that we can guarantee all children that their mothers will be kept safe from harm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Life is unpredictable. Young mothers die, too. Bousada very well could have lived to be 101 years old, like her mother before her. The fact that she ended up passing away at the still rather early age of 66 does not prove anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Finally, and I hope I don't catch too much heat for this one, but since when is deciding to have children (at any age) &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; a selfish act? Generally, people become parents for totally self-interested reasons, but this selfishness only gets called out when people feel they have a reason to mount their high horses and act as if &lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt; parenting is pure and selfless because &lt;i&gt;they did it right&lt;/i&gt; (in which "right" means "according to societal norms"). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to trust women to make choices about their bodies and their lives. If IVF is going to be available to anyone, it should be available to everyone. When we blame and punish &lt;i&gt;doctors&lt;/i&gt; for women's decisions, it infantilizes women by sending the message that they are unable to make intimate decisions for themselves and their families.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-4272411092295800827?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/4272411092295800827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=4272411092295800827' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4272411092295800827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4272411092295800827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/06/age-and-fertility-slippery-slope.html' title='Age and Fertility: A Slippery Slope'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-7025970001847381397</id><published>2010-06-15T04:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T04:55:34.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>While I'm not entirely sure what's going on in this picture, I &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; guess that you would NEVER see an image of a woman looking quite so uncomfortable holding a baby in an advertisement: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=VintageAdPleasureinPink.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/VintageAdPleasureinPink.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy reads: &lt;blockquote&gt;Sero designs in DACRON&lt;br /&gt;A poised performer -- the distinguished Bristol collar -- in an exclusive checkpoint pattern that swings with sophistication. The pink of perfection -- deftly tailored with Sero's distinctive "long-point" collar and neat, trim body lines. In no-iron Sero-press of 65% Dacron Polyester 35% combed cotton. Also available in blue and gold as shown.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/vintage_ads/2018629.html"&gt;Via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-7025970001847381397?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/7025970001847381397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=7025970001847381397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/7025970001847381397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/7025970001847381397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/06/vintage-ad-of-day_15.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-9111735717721401109</id><published>2010-06-14T13:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:01:25.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TBZr7w_hoNI/AAAAAAAAAco/O3MWBvKkrF8/s1600/Vintage+Ad+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TBZr7w_hoNI/AAAAAAAAAco/O3MWBvKkrF8/s400/Vintage+Ad+007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it? If you don't buy your man these products RIGHT NOW, he's going to cheat on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Now, dare to give him what he really wants -- 007, the bold new grooming aids that make any man dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;There's a 007 gift set for every assignment. The arsenal includes007 After Shave, Hair Tonic, Spray Deodorant, Cologne, Shave Cream, Talc and Soap. Each has a license to kil... women.&lt;br /&gt;Give him as much as you dare. But hurry. If you don't, someone else will.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/vintage_ads/2022061.html"&gt;Via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-9111735717721401109?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/9111735717721401109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=9111735717721401109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/9111735717721401109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/9111735717721401109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/06/vintage-ad-of-day.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TBZr7w_hoNI/AAAAAAAAAco/O3MWBvKkrF8/s72-c/Vintage+Ad+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-2568060078178032749</id><published>2010-03-22T09:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T09:21:03.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where We Put Our News: The Politics of Information Placement</title><content type='html'>A bunch of my Women's Studies 101 students just wrote papers in which they examined the differences between popular men's and women's magazines and analyzed how magazine content sends messages about gender roles. They overwhelmingly took notice of the fact that men's magazines contain a disproportionate amount of news and current events, while such content is rarely found in women's magazines, and they were especially good at explaining how this is problematic in that it makes news more accessible to men than to women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday, I was reminded of another place that men tend to see the news and women don't. Public restrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=Newspaper_Swingframes.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/Newspaper_Swingframes.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time a guy I knew told me that it's incredibly commonplace for men's public restrooms to have the day's newspaper displayed somewhere within them. That it happens most often in restaurants, that it's typically the front page or the sports section displayed, and that it's usually placed right above the urinals. I was sort of shocked, because I wondered why men get to read the news while they're in the loo and we ladies have to stare at the boring inside of a stall door with no opportunity to enrich our minds with current events. Dan guesses the newspapers are there to encourage men to keep their eyes front and off each other's junk -- to provide a welcome distraction to ease the tension of an uncomfortable situation. And although I guess that's understandable, isn't there something sort of &lt;i&gt;political&lt;/i&gt; about the fact that men have this extra, built-in opportunity to learn more about the world around them than women do? That, through no real effort of their own, they have this extra couple of minutes of absorbing pertinent information? Doesn't there seem to be some sort of age-old stereotype at work about men caring more about the news than women? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it tradition, stereotype, or mere distraction, it reeks of privilege to me. Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-2568060078178032749?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/2568060078178032749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=2568060078178032749' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2568060078178032749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2568060078178032749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/03/where-we-put-our-news-politics-of.html' title='Where We Put Our News: The Politics of Information Placement'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-7417828929801662416</id><published>2010-03-16T10:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T10:10:33.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Called Out</title><content type='html'>This commercial came on last night when I was watching TV, and I started bitching to Dan about how terrible these ads are for sending the message that girls should aspire to be lifeless mannequins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oJhZTxRULL8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oJhZTxRULL8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Dan reminded me that I was in the middle of watching America's Next Top Model, which pretty much has the exact same premise. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-7417828929801662416?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/7417828929801662416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=7417828929801662416' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/7417828929801662416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/7417828929801662416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/03/called-out.html' title='Called Out'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-1236302845907208485</id><published>2010-03-11T11:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T11:03:57.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More media messages telling me I'm not a "real" woman:</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=HisandHersPizza.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/HisandHersPizza.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no &lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt; I'm picking the veggie lover's over the meat lover's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Via &lt;a href="http://contexts.org/socimages/2010/02/27/lovers-special-pizza-deal/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+SociologicalImagesSeeingIsBelieving+%28Sociological+Images%3A+Seeing+Is+Believing%29&amp;utm_content=Google+Reader"&gt;Sociological Images&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-1236302845907208485?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/1236302845907208485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=1236302845907208485' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/1236302845907208485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/1236302845907208485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/03/more-media-messages-telling-me-im-not.html' title='More media messages telling me I&apos;m not a &quot;real&quot; woman:'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-2164520618653070924</id><published>2010-03-10T01:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T01:27:21.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Body for Everybody?</title><content type='html'>First of all, Victoria's Secret, don't even think about co-opting the language of loving your body when your models likely starved themselves in order to feel comfortable prancing around in your undergarments in your commercials. And secondly, the notion that these images depict "a Body for &lt;i&gt;everybody&lt;/i&gt;" is downright offensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z8pIvp97Q6U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z8pIvp97Q6U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-2164520618653070924?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/2164520618653070924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=2164520618653070924' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2164520618653070924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2164520618653070924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/03/body-for-everybody.html' title='A Body for Everybody?'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-5092097408805844915</id><published>2010-02-05T21:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T21:11:04.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At least I'm only a day late this year.</title><content type='html'>I think it's become a tradition for me to forget my "blogiversary" every year. It was yesterday. It's been a great four years! Thanks to anyone who still puts up with my sporadic posting and poor attention to comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-5092097408805844915?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/5092097408805844915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=5092097408805844915' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/5092097408805844915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/5092097408805844915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/02/at-least-im-only-day-late-this-year.html' title='At least I&apos;m only a day late this year.'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-4300768285082883815</id><published>2010-01-24T15:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T15:22:40.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Betty White = Awesome</title><content type='html'>If you didn't see 88-year-old Betty White receive her Lifetime Achievement Award from The Screen Actor's Guild last night, you missed out. Hopefully, these YouTube clips stay online so you can all enjoy it (the Betty stuff starts at 2:50 in the first video clip, and her hilarious speech starts around 4:50 in the second one): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4cfocV_trw8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4cfocV_trw8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kEX-swSIkHU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kEX-swSIkHU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-4300768285082883815?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/4300768285082883815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=4300768285082883815' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4300768285082883815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4300768285082883815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/01/betty-white-awesome.html' title='Betty White = Awesome'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-7466414316444997824</id><published>2010-01-24T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T01:10:33.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>White guys, white guys, white guys.</title><content type='html'>Even though I agree with the &lt;a href="http://bitchmagazine.org/post/screenshot-why-it-may-not-matter-whether-a-woman-ever-hosts-late-night"&gt;feminist critiques&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://womenandhollywood.com/2010/01/15/the-late-night-dick-wars/"&gt;late-night TV&lt;/a&gt;, we still DVRed and The Tonight Show all this week, because the drama ended up making for some really interesting television and provided endless fodder for good comedy. Not only were the jokes especially funny, but Conan made a big deal about all of the amazing guests who were coming on the show in what might be (and was eventually confirmed to be) its last week on the air. As we watched it night after night, I couldn't help but notice a pattern in these guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=ConanScheduleLastWeek.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/ConanScheduleLastWeek.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. With the exception of a Cirque du Soleil performer (who didn't speak) and Joss Stone (who also just performed), it was white guys, white guys, white guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't do much to trouble the stereotype of the late night TV boys club, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-7466414316444997824?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/7466414316444997824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=7466414316444997824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/7466414316444997824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/7466414316444997824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/01/white-guys-white-guys-white-guys.html' title='White guys, white guys, white guys.'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-5672906323062970247</id><published>2010-01-21T10:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T10:41:24.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>The classic man-loves-car-more-than-you story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=VintageAd-CarLove.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/VintageAd-CarLove.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy reads:&lt;blockquote&gt;"The Eternal Triangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think Ralph's new love would have been curtains for me. I mean, it was all he talked about. Well, I learned to live with it. As it turned out, I think his Charger R/T really brought us closer together. He's taught me how to shift the 4-speed syncromesh. He lets me pick out the stereo tapes. And clean the vinyl buckets. It's not all bad. He even mentioned marriage once."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-5672906323062970247?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/5672906323062970247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=5672906323062970247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/5672906323062970247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/5672906323062970247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/01/vintage-ad-of-day_21.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-6591396494836553574</id><published>2010-01-17T20:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:54:14.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>Another one for the "here's why you can't catch a man" files:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=VintageAd-BadBreath.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/VintageAd-BadBreath.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-6591396494836553574?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/6591396494836553574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=6591396494836553574' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/6591396494836553574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/6591396494836553574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/01/vintage-ad-of-day_17.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-6814855754453170366</id><published>2010-01-14T02:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:27:41.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Problem with Using Female Orgasms to Sell Condoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://adweek.blogs.com/adfreak/2010/01/durex-china-ad-explores-a-world-of-orgasms.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+Adfreak+%28adfreak%29&amp;utm_content=Google+Reader"&gt;Via AdFreak&lt;/a&gt;, I just saw this (not safe for work) Durex condom ad from China which consists entirely of orgasm noises:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T1j4P7ZsujY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T1j4P7ZsujY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the problem with using female orgasm noises to sell &lt;i&gt;condoms&lt;/i&gt; is the fact that a great deal (possibly even the majority) of women do not achieve orgasms from activities (i.e. penis-in-vagina intercourse) that involve condoms. Some do, sure. And maybe a great deal many others make similar pleasure-evoking noises during intercourse even if what they're feeling isn't exactly an orgasm. But somehow, I feel like this ad perpetuates the myth that this one over-valorized sexual act is THE (one and only) way to pleasure a woman. Or that it contributes to the idea that the act that is generally considered the most pleasurable for men drives all women absolutely bonkers with orgasms, reinforcing this idea that it's the only thing anyone ever needs to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I just dislike the ad for the way it takes the sounds of women's pleasure and uses them to communicate to men: "See what you can make women DO if you use our product?" Depictions of women experiencing sexual pleasure are rather hard to come by in the media, and I'm amazed by how this ad was able to take something that could have been progressive and manage to make men the actors and women the objects of their action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-6814855754453170366?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/6814855754453170366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=6814855754453170366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/6814855754453170366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/6814855754453170366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/01/problem-with-using-female-orgasms-to.html' title='The Problem with Using Female Orgasms to Sell Condoms'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-2382323897242094855</id><published>2010-01-14T01:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T01:16:43.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidarity for Practical Laziness!</title><content type='html'>In a discussion on the politics of housework in one of my classes today, my professor was naming off a list of house chores that always seem to be assigned to women. And when she got to bedmaking, she barked, quite bluntly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I would argue that no one really &lt;i&gt;has&lt;/i&gt; to make the bed, anyway. What a waste of time for something you just get back into and mess up again. Pointless!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I knew right then and there that we were going to get along just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-2382323897242094855?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/2382323897242094855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=2382323897242094855' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2382323897242094855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2382323897242094855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/01/solidarity-for-practical-laziness.html' title='Solidarity for Practical Laziness!'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-2765239280814788837</id><published>2010-01-14T00:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T00:37:47.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>Because without that morning facial, your husband may not even come home at night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=VinatageAd-MorningFacial.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/VinatageAd-MorningFacial.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-2765239280814788837?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/2765239280814788837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=2765239280814788837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2765239280814788837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2765239280814788837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/01/vintage-ad-of-day_14.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-4859612410910879336</id><published>2010-01-08T14:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T14:24:26.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=VintageAd-PearShape.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/VintageAd-PearShape.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To women with pear-shaped bodies: Feel bad about yourselves! Your body is weird and unnatural! So weird and unnatural that you need extra padding to balance out your disgusting figure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-4859612410910879336?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/4859612410910879336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=4859612410910879336' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4859612410910879336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4859612410910879336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/01/vintage-ad-of-day_08.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-3949870947472526510</id><published>2010-01-07T15:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:56:48.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=VintageAd-BlowinherFace.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/VintageAd-BlowinherFace.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-3949870947472526510?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/3949870947472526510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=3949870947472526510' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/3949870947472526510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/3949870947472526510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/01/vintage-ad-of-day.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-94352889073229748</id><published>2010-01-05T18:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:39:42.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, look.</title><content type='html'>Some people can make "top ten" lists of notable women and not resort to &lt;a href="http://www.feministing.com/archives/019430.html"&gt;including horses&lt;/a&gt;! Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kotaku: &lt;a href="http://kotaku.com/5438346/the-ten-most-influential-women-in-games-of-the-past-decade/gallery/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+kotaku%2Ffull+%28Kotaku%29&amp;utm_content=Google+Reader"&gt; The Ten Most Influential Women In Games Of The Past Decade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty awesome. Just avoid the comments section unless you want to be schooled by a bunch of assholes on what makes one "influential" and on what sexism is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-94352889073229748?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/94352889073229748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=94352889073229748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/94352889073229748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/94352889073229748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/01/oh-look.html' title='Oh, look.'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-7884984135494773884</id><published>2010-01-04T19:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T16:58:28.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Grade 'A' Pink"</title><content type='html'>When I see this subway ad photo &lt;a href="http://shakespearessister.blogspot.com/2009/12/assvertising_31.html"&gt;a reader sent in to Shakesville&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=SpikeTVFootballAd.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/SpikeTVFootballAd.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can picture is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/S0eqLMXKFVI/AAAAAAAAAcc/xdhC8UX8sbU/s1600-h/Hustler+Meat+Grinder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/S0eqLMXKFVI/AAAAAAAAAcc/xdhC8UX8sbU/s320/Hustler+Meat+Grinder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424491385464690002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've come a long way, baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-7884984135494773884?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/7884984135494773884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=7884984135494773884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/7884984135494773884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/7884984135494773884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2010/01/grade-pink.html' title='&quot;Grade &apos;A&apos; Pink&quot;'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/S0eqLMXKFVI/AAAAAAAAAcc/xdhC8UX8sbU/s72-c/Hustler+Meat+Grinder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-6327450905557798116</id><published>2009-12-31T10:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:15:41.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=VintageAd-FloorScrub.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/VintageAd-FloorScrub.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting lives of fencing aside, at least we know floor-scrubbing still for &lt;i&gt;women&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-6327450905557798116?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/6327450905557798116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=6327450905557798116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/6327450905557798116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/6327450905557798116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/vintage-ad-of-day_31.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-8541702361731955814</id><published>2009-12-29T15:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:53:54.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not just Fail. Super Fail.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=GenderSignFail.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/GenderSignFail.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Via &lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2009/12/28/gender-sign-fail/"&gt;FailBlog&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-8541702361731955814?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/8541702361731955814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=8541702361731955814' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/8541702361731955814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/8541702361731955814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/not-just-fail-super-fail.html' title='Not just Fail. Super Fail.'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-7488520075145391953</id><published>2009-12-29T15:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:37:56.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=VintageAd-PreciousPlaything.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/VintageAd-PreciousPlaything.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused. Which is the object, here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-7488520075145391953?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/7488520075145391953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=7488520075145391953' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/7488520075145391953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/7488520075145391953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/vintage-ad-of-day_29.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-8274293412260126178</id><published>2009-12-26T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T15:41:07.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Linkfest!</title><content type='html'>Feministing: &lt;a href="http://www.feministing.com/archives/019430.html"&gt;AP nominates two horses for "Female Athlete of the Year"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hathor Legacy: &lt;a href="http://www.feministing.com/archives/019430.html"&gt;Gendered Holiday Expectations?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jezebel: &lt;a href="http://jezebel.com/5434604/your-boyfriend-sucks-the-worst-fictional-dudes-of-the-decade/gallery/"&gt;Your Boyfriend Sucks: The Worst Fictional Dudes of the Decade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f-bomb: &lt;a href="http://thefbomb.org/2009/12/the-prince-is-safe-now/"&gt;The Prince is Safe Now&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racism Review: &lt;a href="http://www.racismreview.com/blog/2009/12/26/the-blind-side/"&gt;"The Blind Side": Sandra Bullock, White Women &amp; Racism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-8274293412260126178?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/8274293412260126178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=8274293412260126178' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/8274293412260126178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/8274293412260126178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/linkfest_26.html' title='Linkfest!'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-1563736095553130754</id><published>2009-12-26T14:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T14:30:00.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day: Christmas Edition</title><content type='html'>Did anyone else get their dream gift for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=VintageAd-ChristmasIroningBoard.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/VintageAd-ChristmasIroningBoard.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-1563736095553130754?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/1563736095553130754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=1563736095553130754' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/1563736095553130754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/1563736095553130754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/vintage-ad-of-day-christmas-edition.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day: Christmas Edition'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-4703597963956530601</id><published>2009-12-24T20:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T21:18:33.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Days of Christmas Memories</title><content type='html'>Last year, I counted down the days to Christmas with clips from 12 of my favorite Christmas specials. I dropped the ball on doing this again 12 days before Christmas, so as a special treat, here they all are today! Happy Holidays, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day One: A Claymation Christmas (1987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H5m9_LXNOYM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H5m9_LXNOYM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Christmas Eve on Sesame Street (1978)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mXMI04sr7Yk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mXMI04sr7Yk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: A Chipmunk Christmas (1981)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0sfhL2wcNJU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0sfhL2wcNJU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: Mickey's Christmas Carol (1983)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZGGLghQR2gE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZGGLghQR2gE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: ALF's Special Christmas (1987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gWenVxa3Bu0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gWenVxa3Bu0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6: Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (1964)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8xqACmJvqaU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8xqACmJvqaU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7: A Muppet Family Christmas (1987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l_7BHZBdJsE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l_7BHZBdJsE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8: A Garfield Christmas Special (1987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AleGmgVXaf4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AleGmgVXaf4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 9: A Charlie Brown Christmas (1965)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4Hv9YmhGpw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4Hv9YmhGpw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 10: Pluto's Christmas Tree (1952)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nVfk9Way40s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nVfk9Way40s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 11: How the Grinch Stole Christmas! (1966)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P_GwSN_tNN0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P_GwSN_tNN0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 12: Pee Wee's Playhouse Christmas Special (1988)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5DVkhG0id98&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5DVkhG0id98&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-4703597963956530601?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/4703597963956530601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=4703597963956530601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4703597963956530601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4703597963956530601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/12-days-of-christmas-memories.html' title='12 Days of Christmas Memories'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-4335481973217336192</id><published>2009-12-23T11:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T11:56:23.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>Because women don't understand technology, and need it "explained" to them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=Harmon-Kardon.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/Harmon-Kardon.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-4335481973217336192?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/4335481973217336192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=4335481973217336192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4335481973217336192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4335481973217336192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/vintage-ad-of-day_23.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-6239389396226461910</id><published>2009-12-23T11:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T11:09:23.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feminist Flashback: "The First Feminist Slasher Film" on Degrassi High</title><content type='html'>It's not every day you hear the word "feminism" this many times on a TV show without poking fun at it. And in 1990, after a decade of backlash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GCLE5NFPpxM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GCLE5NFPpxM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_66J_Ffxk8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_66J_Ffxk8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NV__vc7Tr38&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NV__vc7Tr38&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-6239389396226461910?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/6239389396226461910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=6239389396226461910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/6239389396226461910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/6239389396226461910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/feminist-flashback-first-feminist.html' title='Feminist Flashback: &quot;The First Feminist Slasher Film&quot; on Degrassi High'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-6439860806176721467</id><published>2009-12-21T15:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T15:15:50.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Little Star</title><content type='html'>Just found out from &lt;a href="http://shakespearessister.blogspot.com/2009/12/rip-alaina-reed-hall.html"&gt;Shakesville &lt;/a&gt;that Alaina Reed Hall, who played Olivia on Sesame Street, has just passed away after a battle of breast cancer. I have to say the news made me tear up immediately, and I went straight for this song from &lt;i&gt;Follow That Bird&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ic2uNkHIMCU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ic2uNkHIMCU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-6439860806176721467?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/6439860806176721467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=6439860806176721467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/6439860806176721467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/6439860806176721467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/one-little-star.html' title='One Little Star'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-1951246541371833075</id><published>2009-12-21T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:49:38.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Linkfest!</title><content type='html'>The Angry Black Woman: &lt;a href="http://theangryblackwoman.com/2009/12/21/picture-yourself/"&gt;Picture Yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The F-Word Blog: &lt;a href="http://www.thefword.org.uk/blog/2009/12/setting_boundar"&gt;Setting Boundaries in 15 Words or Less&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muslimah Media Watch: &lt;a href="http://muslimahmediawatch.org/2009/12/tavakoli%E2%80%99s-triumph-scores-in-chadors/"&gt;Tavakoli’s Triumph: Scores in Chadors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sociological Images: &lt;a href="http://contexts.org/socimages/2009/12/21/gender-technology-and-toys-r-us/"&gt;Gender, Technology, and Toys R Us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakesville: &lt;a href="http://shakespearessister.blogspot.com/2009/12/army-gets-tough-on-pregnancy.html"&gt;Army Gets Tough on Pregnancy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyranter: &lt;a href="http://copyranter.blogspot.com/2009/12/after-six-put-yes-in-polyester.html"&gt;After Six put the "yes" in polyester.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(This was going to be a Vintage Ad of the Day, but copyranter beat me to it, and with a priceless title.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Posts on Disney's The Princess and the Frog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racialicious: &lt;a href="http://www.racialicious.com/2009/12/21/open-thread-the-princess-and-the-frog/"&gt;Open Thread: The Princess and the Frog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feministing: &lt;a href="http://www.feministing.com/archives/019389.html"&gt;The Princess and the Frog: A Feminist Fairytale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, finally, Chocolate Cake. From &lt;a href="http://epicute.com/2009/12/21/for-goodness-cake/"&gt;EpiCute: The Cute Food Blog&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=chocolatecake.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/chocolatecake.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-1951246541371833075?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/1951246541371833075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=1951246541371833075' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/1951246541371833075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/1951246541371833075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/linkfest_21.html' title='Linkfest!'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-2993913751656556919</id><published>2009-12-20T17:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:26:35.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Erasure and The Problem With Christmas Cards</title><content type='html'>This is my first Christmas as half of a married couple, which means that the majority of the Christmas cards coming to our house are addressed like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Mr. and Mrs. Daniel [Last Name]"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is &lt;a href="http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/03/and-while-were-on-topic-of-marriage.html"&gt;something I've written about before&lt;/a&gt;, and the way it makes me feel is still exactly the same. After getting the mail one day this past week, I started a text message conversation about it with &lt;a href="http://unapologeticallymundane.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: I just think it's such a tasteless tradition to address people that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie: I'll bet the people doing it think the opposite, if that helps.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure she's right, and the last thing I want to do is seem ungrateful for getting Christmas cards from our friends and family, but I can't help feeling sort of like Maude does in the first minute of this clip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QAo_theHx88&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QAo_theHx88&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maude: I want to be &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;, Walter. I want my own identity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter: You want your own identity? I'll give you your own identity. Here! Your button for the convention. Now, please. Stop being a pain in the fedlock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maude: (looking at nametag) "Hello. My name is Mrs. Walter Findley." Mrs. Walter Findley.  Walter! How come &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; button doesn't say "Hello, I'm Mr. Maude Findley?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter: Because that's not who I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maude: (waving nametag) And this, Walter, is not who I am, either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-2993913751656556919?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/2993913751656556919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=2993913751656556919' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2993913751656556919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2993913751656556919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/erasure-and-problem-with-christmas.html' title='Erasure and The Problem With Christmas Cards'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-7307546781722976666</id><published>2009-12-20T15:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:43:11.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Linkfest!</title><content type='html'>The Gay Gamer: &lt;a href="http://thegaygamer.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-it-with-nintendos-inability-to.html"&gt;What is it with Nintendo's inability to animate skirts?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IEEE Spectrum: &lt;a href="http://spectrum.ieee.org/at-work/education/math-quiz-why-do-men-predominate"&gt;Math Quiz: Why Do Men Predominate?&lt;/a&gt;: (Via &lt;a href="http://feministphilosophers.wordpress.com/2009/12/18/gender-and-math-another-explanation/"&gt;Feminist Philosophers&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor What If...?:&lt;a href="http://professorwhatif.wordpress.com/2009/12/20/what-if-santa-brings-out-the-fat-haters/"&gt; What if Santa brings out the fat-haters?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuff white people do: &lt;a href="http://stuffwhitepeopledo.blogspot.com/2009/12/enjoy-white-guilt-redemption-fantasies.html"&gt;enjoy white-guilt redemption fantasies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awards Daily: &lt;a href="http://www.awardsdaily.com/?p=16855"&gt;2009: Women Owned the Movies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-7307546781722976666?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/7307546781722976666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=7307546781722976666' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/7307546781722976666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/7307546781722976666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/linkfest_20.html' title='Linkfest!'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-2334004701118668193</id><published>2009-12-19T17:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T17:54:17.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=creepybraad.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/creepybraad.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What weirds me out almost as much as the giant super-imposed man-face is that the copy in this ad &lt;i&gt;makes absolutely no mention&lt;/i&gt; of it. The male gaze at its ever-present best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-2334004701118668193?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/2334004701118668193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=2334004701118668193' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2334004701118668193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2334004701118668193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/vintage-ad-of-day_19.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-8288570405485677215</id><published>2009-12-18T09:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T09:24:10.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>"Empire Grenadier speakers blend with any decor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=speakers.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/speakers.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when your "decor" consists entirely of naked woman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-8288570405485677215?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/8288570405485677215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=8288570405485677215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/8288570405485677215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/8288570405485677215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/vintage-ad-of-day_18.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-5198179852900672768</id><published>2009-12-18T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T00:24:15.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soda: Then and Now</title><content type='html'>Then: "A Light Refreshment"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=PepsiLite.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/PepsiLite.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now: LIQUID FAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-F4t8zL6F0c&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-F4t8zL6F0c&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-5198179852900672768?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/5198179852900672768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=5198179852900672768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/5198179852900672768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/5198179852900672768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/soda-then-and-now.html' title='Soda: Then and Now'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-6053213060500459018</id><published>2009-12-17T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T00:11:06.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Linkfest!</title><content type='html'>Fat a Lot of Good: &lt;a href="http://www.fatlotofgood.org.au/?p=274"&gt;fat photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hathor Legacy: &lt;a href="http://thehathorlegacy.com/two-and-a-half-men-men-men-men-manly-men/"&gt;Two and a Half Men, Men, Men, Men, Manly Men&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sociological Images: &lt;a href="http://contexts.org/socimages/2009/12/16/a-sociology-of-dirt/"&gt;A Sociology of Dirt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jezebel: &lt;a href="http://jezebel.com/5426296/photoshop-of-horrors-hall-of-shame-2000+2009/gallery/"&gt;Photoshop Horrors Hall of Shame: 2000-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diary of an Anxious Black Woman: &lt;a href="http://diaryofananxiousblackwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/moving-yet-sloppy-portrayal-of-harlem.html"&gt;Moving Yet Sloppy Portrayal of a Harlem Girl: My Review of Precious (Spoilers)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(This post is a couple of weeks old, but it's new to me and too good not to include.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-6053213060500459018?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/6053213060500459018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=6053213060500459018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/6053213060500459018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/6053213060500459018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/linkfest_17.html' title='Linkfest!'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-5356863377273383909</id><published>2009-12-16T16:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T17:08:12.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When "Too Much Treble" is Thinly Veiled Code for "Too Girly"</title><content type='html'>I caught NBC's a capella singing group competition "The Sing Off" for the first time last night, and this group was totally my favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A2CcQ74L8HY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A2CcQ74L8HY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;loved&lt;/i&gt; this performance and was totally won over by this kick-ass all-female group, which is totally rare in a capella, only to be surprised and saddened when the judges told them they really needed to work on their low end, and that their performance was "too treble". Especially since the judges seemed to completely flip over the all-male groups that may have had lower voices but were all over the place and less in tune. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as a flute player and a soprano who majored in music in college and got a music degree before moving into Women's Studies, I have my fair share of experience in the music world, and I am all too familiar with the hierarchy set up in most musical ensembles in which lower voices are always, &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; favored over higher ones. The idea at work, which does have some musical validity, is that the lower voices (bass voices in a choir, low brass in a wind band, basses in an orchestra, etc.) provide a tonal foundation to the sound and make it seem fuller and more resonant. I'm down with that. I get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;i&gt;problem&lt;/i&gt; with this is that, more often than not, those higher voices in musical groups are disproportionately sung or played by female musicians, which, when coupled with the higher sounds of the voices and instruments themselves, contributes to a culture within the music world in which higher instruments/voices are coded "female" and are therefore devalued, and lower instruments/voieces are coded male and are therefore celebrated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads to a climate in which female singers are told that they are "a dime a dozen" and that there are always too many flutes, and that brass bands and brass choirs are distinguished, percussion ensembles are awesome, and flute choirs and woodwind ensembles are a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much more I could say about this and so many more examples of how this plays out in the music world, but I just had to put it out there that there is a &lt;i&gt;whole&lt;/i&gt; lot of subtext to telling an all-female singing group that they sound "too treble".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-5356863377273383909?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/5356863377273383909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=5356863377273383909' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/5356863377273383909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/5356863377273383909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/when-too-much-treble-is-thinly-veiled.html' title='When &quot;Too Much Treble&quot; is Thinly Veiled Code for &quot;Too Girly&quot;'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-7447196660148029099</id><published>2009-12-16T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:38:38.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Linkfest!</title><content type='html'>Bitch Blog: &lt;a href="http://bitchmagazine.org/post/ill-have-a-blue-christmas-without-you-making-my-doctors-appointments-for-me"&gt;I'll have a blue Christmas without you (making my doctor's appointments for me)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women &amp; Hollywood: &lt;a href="http://womenandhollywood.com/2009/12/16/cross-post-an-open-letter-from-one-of-your-51-percent/"&gt;Cross-Post: An Open Letter from One of Your 51 Perecent by Ashley Van Buren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bits &amp; Pieces: &lt;a href="http://cathyzielske.typepad.com/my_weblog/2009/12/ne-dis-jamais-jamais.html"&gt;Ne dis jamais jamais &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (a lovely post from one of my favorite scrapbookers)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-7447196660148029099?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/7447196660148029099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=7447196660148029099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/7447196660148029099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/7447196660148029099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/linkfest.html' title='Linkfest!'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-6159247339992762961</id><published>2009-12-10T08:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:37:52.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprons and Toolbelts</title><content type='html'>Apparently, the people we bought just bought our house from were the Mail-Order Catalog Queen and King of Central Ohio, because our mailbox is stuffed with them daily, giving us the opportunity to peruse them and consider purchasing everything from American Girl dolls, to fruit baskets, to hunting gear. Yesterday's catalog came from a company called &lt;a href="http://www.epersonalizedgifts.com/Gifts"&gt;epersonalizedgifts&lt;/a&gt;, and flipping through the "gifts for kids" section, I noticed all sorts of crap like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=ApronToolbelt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/ApronToolbelt.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what they did there? Clever trick. It's pretty much the exact same product, sold at the exact same price, only the pink version (the one with the girl's name stitched on it) is a "crayon &lt;i&gt;apron&lt;/i&gt;" and the bright blue and red version (intended for boys) is a "crayon &lt;i&gt;tool belt&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, people? Is this really necessary? Will it really damage a little boy that much to call his little crayon apron an &lt;i&gt;apron&lt;/i&gt;? Does a little girl really require hers to be pink and have some ruching? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing, catalog! If you're going to market a diaper bag to a male parent, you don't need to call him "Mr. Mom", implying that there's something inherently mother-(i.e. &lt;i&gt;woman&lt;/i&gt;)-ly about carrying one. You can call him Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-6159247339992762961?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/6159247339992762961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=6159247339992762961' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/6159247339992762961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/6159247339992762961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/aprons-and-toolbelts.html' title='Aprons and Toolbelts'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-5209651914654499780</id><published>2009-12-06T08:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T08:47:13.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=sealtestjpg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/sealtestjpg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best comment on this ad at the &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/vintage_ads/1521468.html"&gt;Vintage Ads&lt;/a&gt; LJ Community:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;60% creamier than a T-bone? How creamy is that? None creamy, that's how much.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also enjoyable:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What the hell size scoop do these people have?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-5209651914654499780?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/5209651914654499780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=5209651914654499780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/5209651914654499780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/5209651914654499780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/vintage-ad-of-day_06.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-6666827430204335056</id><published>2009-12-05T17:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T17:10:13.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New York Senator Diane Savino speaks on the Marriage Equality bill:</title><content type='html'>My friend Erin shared this awesome video today on Google Reader:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dCFFxidhcy0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dCFFxidhcy0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I commented that the only thing that bothered me about it was that there wasn't thunderous applause every time she made an obvious point. Instead, there was only nervous laughter at her jokes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-6666827430204335056?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/6666827430204335056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=6666827430204335056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/6666827430204335056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/6666827430204335056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/new-york-senator-diane-savino-speaks-on.html' title='New York Senator Diane Savino speaks on the Marriage Equality bill:'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-6710166471814672243</id><published>2009-12-05T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:01:01.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>For when you want a whole &lt;i&gt;poolful&lt;/i&gt; of men leering at you: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=Tanning.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/Tanning.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-6710166471814672243?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/6710166471814672243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=6710166471814672243' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/6710166471814672243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/6710166471814672243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/vintage-ad-of-day_05.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-3951134839140963857</id><published>2009-12-04T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:01:01.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>My friend Colleen shared this on Google Reader recently, and I believe the only word for it is "EWWWWW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=apricots.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/apricots.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-3951134839140963857?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/3951134839140963857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=3951134839140963857' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/3951134839140963857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/3951134839140963857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/vintage-ad-of-day_04.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-4940873873909180354</id><published>2009-12-03T00:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:08:13.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>Forget the &lt;a href="http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/06/vintage-ad-of-day.html"&gt;Nipple Bra&lt;/a&gt;. How about an inflatable one you blow up with a straw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=InflatableBra.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/InflatableBra.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-4940873873909180354?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/4940873873909180354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=4940873873909180354' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4940873873909180354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4940873873909180354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/vintage-ad-of-day_03.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-2238794755499489341</id><published>2009-12-02T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:43:57.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As Seen on GraphJam:</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=periodgraph.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/periodgraph.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-2238794755499489341?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/2238794755499489341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=2238794755499489341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2238794755499489341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2238794755499489341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/as-seen-on-graphjam.html' title='As Seen on GraphJam:'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-8585349387307132118</id><published>2009-12-02T10:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T10:09:35.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=MenOnlyPipe.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/MenOnlyPipe.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's "for men only", why does &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; get to use it?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-8585349387307132118?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/8585349387307132118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=8585349387307132118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/8585349387307132118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/8585349387307132118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/vintage-ad-of-day.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-6840256305120047203</id><published>2009-12-01T14:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:11:39.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleveland, Akron and Summit County Pass Inclusive Municipal Non-Discrimination Ordinances</title><content type='html'>Go, Ohio! As reported by &lt;a href="http://www.equalityohio.org/"&gt;Equality Ohio&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Last night, Cleveland City Council voted 21 - 0 to protect against discrimination in employment, housing and public accommodations based on gender identity and expression.  Akron voted 10 - 2 to do the same based on both sexual orientation and gender identity and Summit County voted 11 - 1 to pass a countywide ordinance protecting against discrimination in employment, housing and public accommodations based on sexual orientation and gender identity.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all the advocates and coalitions who have worked long and hard to see these much needed protections finally included in municipal law!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We encourage Cleveland, Akron and Summit County citizens to thank their councilpersons.  You can find Cleveland councilpersons' contact information at &lt;a href="http://www.clevelandcitycouncil.org"&gt;www.clevelandcitycouncil.org&lt;/a&gt;.  Akron councilpersons' contact information at &lt;a href="http://www.akroncitycouncil.org/Find_your_Councilperson/"&gt;http://www.akroncitycouncil.org/Find_your_Councilperson/&lt;/a&gt; and Summit County councilpersons' contact information at &lt;a href="http://www.co.summit.oh.us/council/index.htm"&gt;http://www.co.summit.oh.us/council/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-6840256305120047203?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/6840256305120047203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=6840256305120047203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/6840256305120047203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/6840256305120047203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/12/cleveland-akron-and-summit-county-pass.html' title='Cleveland, Akron and Summit County Pass Inclusive Municipal Non-Discrimination Ordinances'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-4493205309695326455</id><published>2009-11-29T21:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:33:36.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Care About Ending Sexual Assault, Girlcott Method Products</title><content type='html'>If &lt;a href="http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/11/when-female-vulnerability-is-best-way.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; didn't already guarantee that I will never, ever buy a Method product, then &lt;a href="http://shakespearessister.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-get-letters_25.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; sure as hell does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despicable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-4493205309695326455?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/4493205309695326455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=4493205309695326455' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4493205309695326455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4493205309695326455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/11/if-you-care-about-ending-sexual-assault.html' title='If You Care About Ending Sexual Assault, Girlcott Method Products'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-149648877298738030</id><published>2009-11-25T11:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:25:22.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Fox: Not So Fantastic for Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=fantastic-mr-fox.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/fantastic-mr-fox.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a sneak preview of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0432283/"&gt;Fantastic Mr. Fox&lt;/a&gt; last night, and I watched it from three different points of view, all of which are probably too intertwined in my own consciousness/psyche/whatever to really separate, but for the purposes of this post, I'm going to pull them apart. I viewed this film:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As a lover, since childhood, of every single thing ever written by the amazing and wonderful &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roald_Dahl"&gt;Roald Dahl&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. As a longtime fan of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0027572/"&gt;Wes Anderson&lt;/a&gt;, which I've been ever since &lt;a href="http://www.unapologeticallymundane.com"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt; introduced me to Bottle Rocket back in the 90s, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. As a feminist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was only the first two, I might be inclined to say this is one of my new favorite movies of all time. It is delightful, adorable, whimsical, hilarious, creative, and the perfect amount of weird. It is so incredibly Roald Dahl and so incredibly Wes Anderson at the same time that the fangirl in me wants to do cartwheels over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm also a feminist. And especially after just spending the last two weeks teaching college undergrads in my Women's Studies 101 class all about the representation of female characters in pop culture, hitting on everything from &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/1991/04/07/magazine/hers-the-smurfette-principle.html?sec=&amp;spon=&amp;partner=permalink&amp;exprod=permalink"&gt;The Smurfette Principle&lt;/a&gt; to the &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/blogs/monkeysee/2008/09/the_bechdel_rule_1.html"&gt;Bechdel Test&lt;/a&gt;, I can't help but be a little devastated that this movie completely and utterly 100% &lt;i&gt;drops the ball&lt;/i&gt; when it comes to female characters. If you go see it, you'll know what I mean. It's just disappointment after disappointment, and when there's a tiny glimmer of hope in one or two spots, the rug is immediately pulled out from under any possibility of redemption. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Dahl is partly to blame, since the original book didn't have much in the way of female characters, either. But if you look at his body of work, &lt;i&gt;plenty&lt;/i&gt; of his stories have interesting and adventurous female characters. (Matilda and the BFG are two of my favorites.) I'm more disappointed that Anderson, in building an entire full-length feature around a short children's story and in interpreting and developing Dahl's characters and creating characters of his own, didn't think give a second thought to girls. What's funny is that if this had been one of Anderson's regular live-action films, I wouldn't have been surprised or let down by its failure to inspire my inner-feminist. I never necessarily expect that from him. But you know as well as I do that this film is &lt;i&gt;different&lt;/i&gt;, because unlike Rushmore and unlike The Darjeeling Limited, children are inevitably going to see this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lots and lots of kids at the sneak preview, and I'm sure there will be lots of lots of kids who will see this movie, and even though everyone seems to think that ANIMATION = CHILDREN'S FILM, if I had kids, I wouldn't let them see it. It's not good for girls, who will be disappointed yet again that they only get to see themselves as housewives, caregivers, and love interests, and it's not good for boys either, for whom it will be reinforced that action and adventure are for them only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-149648877298738030?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/149648877298738030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=149648877298738030' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/149648877298738030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/149648877298738030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/11/mr-fox-no-so-fantastic-for-girls.html' title='Mr. Fox: Not So Fantastic for Girls'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-599955226725591347</id><published>2009-11-22T14:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:12:05.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad(s) of the Day: Secretary Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=Typewriter.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/Typewriter.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=KellyGirls.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/KellyGirls.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-599955226725591347?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/599955226725591347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=599955226725591347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/599955226725591347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/599955226725591347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/11/vintage-ads-of-day-secretary-edition.html' title='Vintage Ad(s) of the Day: Secretary Edition'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-971364990249070223</id><published>2009-11-21T02:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T02:32:44.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Female Vulnerability is the Best Way to Sell a Message</title><content type='html'>Via &lt;a href="http://adweek.blogs.com/adfreak/2009/11/get-naked-say-the-pervy-scrubbing-bubbles.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+Adfreak+(adfreak)&amp;utm_content=Google+Reader"&gt;AdFreak&lt;/a&gt;, a commercial in which "pervy scrubbing bubbles" watch you bathe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C_g2vTFert4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C_g2vTFert4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ad caused me severe discomfort. And not in the "I'm so convinced not to spray soapy chemicals in my shower, now" way, but in the "I am so fucking pissed they had the nerve to prey on women's vulnerability to the oppressive male gaze to try to sell me a product way".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-971364990249070223?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/971364990249070223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=971364990249070223' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/971364990249070223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/971364990249070223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/11/when-female-vulnerability-is-best-way.html' title='When Female Vulnerability is the Best Way to Sell a Message'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-9121535756218859651</id><published>2009-11-20T18:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:37:35.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day:</title><content type='html'>"Men who genuinely love women fantasize about being smothered in sofa-sized breasts and pillowed in marshmallow thighs. Pert is okay but pneumatic is heaven. Not for them the bite-size morsel. They revel in handfuls, fistfuls, and armfuls of lusty lady. Of course, millions of men don't like women very much. They only tolerate us emaciated, depilated, and deodorized. Men who count your calories and stand over you with a stopwatch while you do sit-ups invariably claim to be doing it for your own good. Baloney! They're simply closet woman-haters -- flesh-fearing, fat-baiting misogynists. They don't lust for me. The repugnance is mutual."&lt;br /&gt;--Vanessa Feltz, "Who Says Fat Isn't Sexy?" &lt;i&gt;Redbook&lt;/i&gt; (of all places!) December, 1993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(quoted in &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Revolting-Bodies-Struggle-Redefine-Identity/dp/1558494294/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1258760217&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Revolting Bodies? The Struggle to Redefine Fat Identity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; by the amazing Kathleen LeBesco)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-9121535756218859651?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/9121535756218859651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=9121535756218859651' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/9121535756218859651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/9121535756218859651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/11/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day:'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-911771282922269708</id><published>2009-11-19T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:57:26.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=CigarPower.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/CigarPower.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text reads: &lt;blockquote&gt;A cigar brings out the caveman in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a man-size feeling of power in smoking a cigar. Because cigars give you a psychological lift along with flavor and satisfaction. You needn't inhale to enjoy them . . . and no other pleasure so great costs so little. Try a few cigars today and  . . .&lt;strong&gt;Get that good &lt;u&gt;cigar&lt;/u&gt; feeling!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, yeah. So only men can smoke cigars. And when they do, they become "cavemen", in which "cavemen" means men in business suits with clubs and women dressed in animal prints at their feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-911771282922269708?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/911771282922269708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=911771282922269708' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/911771282922269708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/911771282922269708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/11/vintage-ad-of-day_19.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-130416132305567570</id><published>2009-11-10T19:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T19:45:10.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>Perfect for when your culture makes you wear restrictive dresses and deems it inappropriate for you to ever open your legs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=DeSotoSeats.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/DeSotoSeats.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;BLESS DE SOTO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for making seats that let you step out like a lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a relief to step out, instead of having to crawl out, of your car. No more hiked up skirts. No more popping runs. The '59 De Soto's new Sports Swivel Seats let anyone -- tall or short -- slip in and out in one easy motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a woman, you'll appreciate De Soto interiors, too. They're as smartly styled as your own living room. And everyone will like De Soto's magnificent ride... roominess... and power. See the fashion leader of the year at your De Soto dealer's today. Try the new swivel seats yourself!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-130416132305567570?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/130416132305567570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=130416132305567570' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/130416132305567570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/130416132305567570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/11/vintage-ad-of-day.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-3405492580444350391</id><published>2009-10-21T09:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:07:43.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>The pants that will hold up, even if women are glaring at your head and chewing on your knee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SlacksAd.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/SlacksAd.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text reads: &lt;blockquote&gt;Yes, the PFL (Pressed for Life) finish on your Harris slacks will keep them neat and natural at all time . . . no matter how strenuous  the "action" . . . The easy-care fabric, of course, is 65% DACRON polyester and 35% combed cotton, a power-packed combination for durability and good looks. Popularly priced at 7.00 - 10.00 at leading men's and boy's stores.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-3405492580444350391?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/3405492580444350391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=3405492580444350391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/3405492580444350391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/3405492580444350391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/10/pants-that-will-hold-up-even-if-women.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-2184345127754031928</id><published>2009-10-09T07:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T07:54:56.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KATIE!</title><content type='html'>A birthday cake for the &lt;a href="http://unapologeticallymundane.com/"&gt;bestest best friend&lt;/a&gt; a girl could ever have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;amp;current=KatieBirthdayCake.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/KatieBirthdayCake.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I added the candles myself with my mad &lt;strike&gt;Photoshop&lt;/strike&gt; MS Paint skillz.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, okay. You can also have some .gifs (Get it?!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Birthday_hero.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/Birthday_hero.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Birthdayanimation.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/Birthdayanimation.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Boy_blows_candle.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/Boy_blows_candle.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;amp;current=birthd_001sm2.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/birthd_001sm2.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Dinosaur_with_cake.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/Dinosaur_with_cake.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;amp;current=One_candle.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/One_candle.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Red_sun.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/Red_sun.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Surprise_in_cake.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/Surprise_in_cake.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-2184345127754031928?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/2184345127754031928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=2184345127754031928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2184345127754031928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2184345127754031928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-to-katie.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KATIE!'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-3793187307740624327</id><published>2009-10-09T07:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T07:11:24.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Save Like it's 1492"</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=Staples.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/Staples.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it? It's a Columbus Day sale at Staples! Where you can "Discover a world of savings!" just like Columbus "discovered" a new world that was already "discovered" and inhabited by people! Thanks, Staples!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-3793187307740624327?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/3793187307740624327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=3793187307740624327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/3793187307740624327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/3793187307740624327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/10/save-like-its-1492.html' title='&quot;Save Like it&apos;s 1492&quot;'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-902250568309851637</id><published>2009-10-06T14:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T14:57:36.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Suffrage: School House Rock Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3dPF0SGh_PQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3dPF0SGh_PQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-902250568309851637?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/902250568309851637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=902250568309851637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/902250568309851637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/902250568309851637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/10/fun-with-suffrage-school-house-rock.html' title='Fun with Suffrage: School House Rock Edition'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-908085882711109666</id><published>2009-10-05T22:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:56:55.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who takes a charter bus to a casino, anyway?</title><content type='html'>Since Ohio voters are about to decide whether or not to allow casinos into our state, I keep seeing this commercial, which uses some interesting maneuvers to try to make casinos seem less scary to folks who don't want that nasty gambling riff-raff around their homes and families:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rG9SXR3TOe4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rG9SXR3TOe4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subtext: See?! Friendly, college-educated white women like to go to casinos! Casinos are friendly and fun for all! Whee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-908085882711109666?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/908085882711109666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=908085882711109666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/908085882711109666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/908085882711109666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/10/who-takes-charter-bus-to-casino-anyway.html' title='Who takes a charter bus to a casino, anyway?'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-2573192170678096495</id><published>2009-10-05T10:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:10:24.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=Rideability.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/Rideability.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-2573192170678096495?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/2573192170678096495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=2573192170678096495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2573192170678096495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2573192170678096495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/10/vintage-ad-of-day_05.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-900682057535191064</id><published>2009-10-04T22:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:11:01.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I need one of these!</title><content type='html'>To protect the daily apple I throw into my bookbag on the way out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=AppleCozies.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/AppleCozies.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they pretty? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://redvelvetgirls.typepad.com/my_weblog/2009/10/fall-dressings.html"&gt;Via Red Velvet Art&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-900682057535191064?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/900682057535191064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=900682057535191064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/900682057535191064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/900682057535191064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/10/i-need-one-of-these.html' title='I need one of these!'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-1911746520671489831</id><published>2009-10-03T07:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T07:34:17.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Race and GraphJam</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=song-chart-memes-japanese-populatio.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/song-chart-memes-japanese-populatio.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because apparently, the average person could never &lt;i&gt;be&lt;/i&gt; Japanese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-1911746520671489831?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/1911746520671489831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=1911746520671489831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/1911746520671489831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/1911746520671489831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/10/race-and-graphjam.html' title='Race and GraphJam'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-5872308139143279437</id><published>2009-10-02T11:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:14:03.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=IroningBoardAd.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/IroningBoardAd.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text reads: &lt;blockquote&gt;"You're a Dear, Thoughtful Husband!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're always seeking some way to make my work lighter and easier. And this Rid-Jid Ironing Table will help wonderfully. I've wanted one for months. It not only makes my Christmas happy but my ironing will never be a task any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And it's so strong, and so convenient. It can't creep or crawl, and never has to be lifted to put on and take off circular garments."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-5872308139143279437?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/5872308139143279437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=5872308139143279437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/5872308139143279437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/5872308139143279437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/10/vintage-ad-of-day.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-9183294763331796586</id><published>2009-09-30T22:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:25:14.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Two Women = All Women</title><content type='html'>Overheard on TV:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jay Leno: (To Julia Louis-Dreyfus) You and my wife have something in common. You both love to travel. Women &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; to travel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-9183294763331796586?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/9183294763331796586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=9183294763331796586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/9183294763331796586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/9183294763331796586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/09/when-two-women-all-women.html' title='When Two Women = All Women'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-852431491393613590</id><published>2009-09-17T12:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:06:20.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amen, GraphJam. Amen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=AxeGraph.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/AxeGraph.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://graphjam.com/2009/09/17/song-chart-memes-boy-axe/"&gt;Found here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-852431491393613590?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/852431491393613590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=852431491393613590' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/852431491393613590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/852431491393613590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/09/amen-graphjam.html' title='Amen, GraphJam. Amen.'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-4356776134514086324</id><published>2009-09-17T01:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:01:04.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Quite Dead</title><content type='html'>So, my month-long absence from blogging was totally unplanned.  And what with school starting back up and preparing to move, it probably would have been a lot longer, but I made the mistake of telling &lt;a href="http://www.unapologeticallymundane.com"&gt;my best friend&lt;/a&gt; just today that I would start blogging again when she finally decided to unleash her newest blog upon the world. And since she has already fulfilled her end of the bargain, here I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://www.lostandlonelyleftovers.com/"&gt;www.lostandlonelyleftovers.com&lt;/a&gt; and feast your eyes on some "delectable dishes, callously discarded". (And don't forget to keep your cameras ready to capture abandoned food photos of your own to submit.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-4356776134514086324?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/4356776134514086324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=4356776134514086324' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4356776134514086324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4356776134514086324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/09/not-quite-dead.html' title='Not Quite Dead'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-5768884432469629146</id><published>2009-08-14T23:58:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:29:02.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling the Illinoise</title><content type='html'>I'll be off to Chicago to visit the in-laws through next week, so expect no blogging until next Thursday at the earliest. To fill the void in the meantime, you should be visiting my best friend Katie's blogs (&lt;a href="http://unapologeticallymundane.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.donuts4dinner.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-3830-NY-Public-Transportation-Examiner"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) and clicking on ALL of her pages and ads in order to thank her for surprising me with (drumroll):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/"&gt;www.unapologeticallyfemale.com&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best. Unbirthday present. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to update any bookmarks or feeds just yet, since the "unapologeticallyfemale.blogspot.com" address redirects to the new one. I'll let you know if I ever overcome my laziness and make the big switch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-5768884432469629146?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/5768884432469629146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=5768884432469629146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/5768884432469629146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/5768884432469629146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/08/feeling-illinoise.html' title='Feeling the Illinoise'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-4520157836288234400</id><published>2009-08-14T01:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T01:22:12.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>Evidence that the marketers of &lt;a href="http://thehathorlegacy.com/someone-should-ax-axe/"&gt;Axe&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://shakespearessister.blogspot.com/2008/02/assvertising-part-nineteen-in-ongoing.html"&gt;aren't&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://contexts.org/socimages/2008/05/22/gender-difference-in-the-linking-of-sex-and-food/"&gt;doing&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.feministing.com/archives/006811.html"&gt;anything&lt;/a&gt; new or original: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=Mennen.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/Mennen.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text reads: &lt;blockquote&gt;Brace yourself! She's giving up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mennen Skin Bracer has the fragrance that can tame any dame -- even pretty Miss Mennen! It comes on manly... goes on cool, soothing, refreshing. Mennen Skin Bracer is more than just a good fragrance. It's a great feeling. If you want to be right on Target, try Mennen. Mennen's got what women want!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-4520157836288234400?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/4520157836288234400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=4520157836288234400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4520157836288234400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4520157836288234400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/08/vintage-ad-of-day_14.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-3425951079880434392</id><published>2009-08-14T00:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:53:18.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If one more "financial expert" tells me to just cut out my daily latte, I'm going to scream.</title><content type='html'>I mean, I know Starbucks is popular, but geez. Do they really think everyone in the world goes there every day? I already get by on two, maybe three lattes a year. Does that mean I should be a millionaire?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-3425951079880434392?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/3425951079880434392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=3425951079880434392' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/3425951079880434392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/3425951079880434392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/08/if-one-more-financial-expert-tells-me.html' title='If one more &quot;financial expert&quot; tells me to just cut out my daily latte, I&apos;m going to scream.'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-2517704039886231174</id><published>2009-08-13T10:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:12:47.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feminist Singalong: "Sister Suffragette"</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QUhwA-C-ACg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QUhwA-C-ACg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-2517704039886231174?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/2517704039886231174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=2517704039886231174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2517704039886231174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2517704039886231174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/08/feminist-singalong-sister-suffragette.html' title='Feminist Singalong: &quot;Sister Suffragette&quot;'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-4850217552077586149</id><published>2009-08-11T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T07:00:05.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Problem with "Man Caves"</title><content type='html'>Since Dan and I have been house-hunting this summer, we've been spending more time than usual lingering on channels like HDTV and the DIY Network, which means that I've been seeing lots of commercials for the DIY show &lt;a href="http://www.diynetwork.com/man-caves/show/index.html"&gt;Man Caves&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;Guys need an exclusive space to hang out in their homes -- a refuge where they can enjoy what they love, whether it's a soundproofed basement used as a rock 'n' roll lounge and adorned with limited edition guitars; a room where diehard ski fans can chill out with a roaring fireplace and alpine atmosphere; or a lush golf-lover's paradise, featuring a state-of-the-art virtual reality driving range, media center and top-notch equipment storage space. Because DIY Network understands there's an environment for every guy that makes him feel fulfilled, we recruited licensed contractor Jason Cameron and former NFL great Tony "The Goose" Siragusa to offer amazing ideas for the ultimate Man Caves. In each episode of this awesome DIY Network series, Jason and The Goose create a man cave solely for one lucky guy, plus offer ideas and expert do-it-yourself instruction to help homeowners everywhere construct their own personal hangouts.&lt;/blockquote&gt; Here are a couple of tastes of what the show has to offer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m_hApjWtDJc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m_hApjWtDJc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g6smIKUFyi4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g6smIKUFyi4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept of a man cave in a home is a sexist concept in itself. Born from the "Men are from Mars" school of thought that men need their own special space to flee their nagging mates and decompress by watching sports, playing poker, drinking beer, and smoking cigars, its perceived necessity derives from the traditional notion that the home (and all the work within it) is entirely the woman's domain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons I find this show disappointing is that I'm usually so impressed with how gender-friendly DIY-themed home improvement shows tend to be. Do you ever notice how many of these shows portray female carpenters and contractors and designers doing things that many girls are never socialized or encouraged to learn to do? And they are typically shown with such little fanfare that it sends the message that women doing this work is nothing out of the ordinary at all, and that just about anyone can take on the tasks they demonstrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show, however, reinforces the idea that men and women are separate species or exist on entirely different planets, and that they therefore have different needs, different interests, and different roles to play. It also operates covertly under the assumption that all of this is somehow natural and not a product of our culture and socialization. And even though this type of entertainment is incredibly popular (see the numerous relationship advice books and magazine articles and the  countless "Battle of the Sexes"-themed games, quizzes, reality shows), I find it pretty lazy and irresponsible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-4850217552077586149?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/4850217552077586149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=4850217552077586149' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4850217552077586149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4850217552077586149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/08/problem-with-man-caves.html' title='The Problem with &quot;Man Caves&quot;'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-7181417974926789912</id><published>2009-08-11T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:18:07.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, toymakers. No, really. Thanks a lot.</title><content type='html'>Little girls everywhere, upon visiting the beach for the first time: &lt;blockquote&gt;"But my globe taught me the ocean was &lt;i&gt;pink!&lt;/i&gt; No fair. I wanna go home and play Barbies!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=girl-globe.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/girl-globe.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via&lt;a href="http://feministphilosophers.wordpress.com/2009/08/08/feminisms-goals-have-now-officially-been-achieved/"&gt; Feminist Philosphers&lt;/a&gt;, who have &lt;a href="http://feministphilosophers.wordpress.com/2009/07/27/just-for-girls/"&gt;been&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feministphilosophers.wordpress.com/2009/07/29/pink-guns-for-breast-cancer/"&gt;on&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feministphilosophers.wordpress.com/2009/07/30/kleenex-for-men/"&gt;fire&lt;/a&gt; lately when it comes to calling out &lt;a href="http://feministphilosophers.wordpress.com/2009/08/04/gendered-diy-tools/"&gt;unnecessarily&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feministphilosophers.wordpress.com/2009/07/31/gendered-chocolate/"&gt;gendered&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feministphilosophers.wordpress.com/2009/07/28/can-this-be-real/"&gt;products&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-7181417974926789912?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/7181417974926789912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=7181417974926789912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/7181417974926789912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/7181417974926789912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/08/thank-you-toymakers-no-really-thanks.html' title='Thank you, toymakers. No, really. Thanks a lot.'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-4132174653400956882</id><published>2009-08-10T18:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:41:47.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Ad of the Day</title><content type='html'>Apparently, the "sexy librarian" look has been popular a lot longer than I thought. Here, it's being used to sell Hanes' stockings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/?action=view&amp;current=HanesMysterce.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/trrrracey/HanesMysterce.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text reads: &lt;blockquote&gt;You can read about women who are unforgettable, disarming, and a not-so-quiet sensation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or, become one by wearing new MYSTRECE. If you dipped your legs in liquid chiffon, you'd get the fit, the look, the utter cling of MYSTRECE. And for pennies more, you get that Hanes exclusive: No run can grow past the nude heel and demi toe.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me what it is about clingy stockings that makes a woman "disarming" or a "sensation", because I don't really get it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/vintage_ads/1285625.html"&gt;Via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-4132174653400956882?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/4132174653400956882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=4132174653400956882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4132174653400956882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/4132174653400956882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/08/vintage-ad-of-day_4848.html' title='Vintage Ad of the Day'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-2900863079767766193</id><published>2009-08-10T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:30:00.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>T Mobile customers apparently don't care what kind of phone servive they use.</title><content type='html'>All they know is that they find Catherine Zeta Jones wildly attractive. And that's good enough for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X6bP0xPy-i4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X6bP0xPy-i4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vVvhMOBXbp8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vVvhMOBXbp8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-2900863079767766193?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/2900863079767766193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=2900863079767766193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2900863079767766193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/2900863079767766193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/08/t-mobile-customers-apparently-dont-care.html' title='T Mobile customers apparently don&apos;t care what kind of phone servive they use.'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504469498403243043.post-1986067733185469122</id><published>2009-08-10T02:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T02:47:19.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>G4 Special Promotes Gaming Boys Club</title><content type='html'>I had the supreme misfortune to catch &lt;a href="http://g4tv.com/thefeed/blog/post/697364/New-G4-Special-Looks-Deep-Into-Booth-Babes.html"&gt;this special&lt;/a&gt; on G4 over the weekend and found myself unable to look away from the train wreck. Nothing sends the message that video games are a "Boys Only" club like this shit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GegLelf3r_U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GegLelf3r_U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I mean any disrespect to the women who take these jobs, (if anything, the TV special shows some of the realities of what they really have to put up with at trade shows) but it completely amazes me that the practice of "booth babes" is an accepted and encouraged part of the video game industry. The fact that marketers can so overtly and unabashedly use women's bodies to promote and sell their products to men who surely know that most of these women have little to no interest in gaming &lt;i&gt;or&lt;/i&gt; in talking to and taking pictures with them just doesn't make any logical sense to me. The whole institution, including the fact that they are so eagerly referred to as "booth babes", seems so archaically sexist -- like it doesn't even belong in this century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men's disproportionate involvement in gaming culture really is a vicious cycle. Industry leaders can claim all they want that women just aren't interested in gaming, but as long as they write mostly male-centric games, patronize women when they do condescend to write games for them, and sexually objectify them at every possible opportunity, they will continue to alienate them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe we should just turn the tables. How about this? The next time I go to a mostly female-attended convention, like, say, a scrapbooking and crafts expo, I fully expect and demand scantily clad male "eye candy" to feign interest in the latest paper design, coquettishly demo the cutting tools, pose for pictures, and give me free swag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504469498403243043-1986067733185469122?l=www.unapologeticallyfemale.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/feeds/1986067733185469122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6504469498403243043&amp;postID=1986067733185469122' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/1986067733185469122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504469498403243043/posts/default/1986067733185469122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.unapologeticallyfemale.com/2009/08/g4-special-promotes-gaming-boys-club.html' title='G4 Special Promotes Gaming Boys Club'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16772379845428202751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnZQHuzevEY/TIeL-nl9-vI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CrUPmm24kXk/S220/IMG_0175.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
