[on diversity in media] I think its social responsibility. I think it’s our responsibility to stand up and say what we want. It think if you look at television in the past two years, it’s becoming the decade of the female. Like, all these new shows with female leads. Even if you look at television, as well as cable, as well as films, there’s been a resurgence, as far as the leading woman in Hollywood, which is great. And I think we’re also at the point now…you know, it’s interesting…x
Gelato System by Tom Jueris
Nicki Minaj is not a woman who easily slides into the roles assigned to women in her industry or elsewhere. She’s not polished, she’s not concerned with her reputation, and she’s certainly not fighting for equality among mainstream second-wave feminists. She’s something else, and she’s something equally worth giving credence to: a boundary-breaker, a nasty bitch, a self-proclaimed queen, a self-determined and self-made artist. She’s one of the boys, and she does it with the intent to subvert what it means. She sings about sexy women, about fucking around with different men. She raps about racing ahead in the game, imagines up her own strings of accolades, and rolls with a rap family notorious for dirty rhymes, foul mouths, and disregard for authority and hegemony.
While Beyoncé has expanded feminist discourse by reveling in her role as a mother and wife while also fighting for women’s rights, Minaj has been showing her teeth in her climb to the top of a male-dominated genre. Both, in the process, have expanded our society’s idea of what an empowered women looks like — but Minaj’s feminist credentials still frequently come under fire. To me, it seems like a clear-cut case of respectability politics and mainstreaming of the feminist movement: while feminist writers raved over Beyoncé’s latest album and the undertones of sexuality and empowerment that came with it, many have questioned Minaj’s decisions over the years to subvert beauty norms using her own body, graphically talk dirty in her work, and occasionally declare herself dominant in discourse about other women. (All of these areas of concern, however, didn’t seem to come into play when Queen Bey did the same.)
To my first love, and my last, Dean Winchester. These are the things I want to tell you: the human body is 60% water. The number of neurons in one person is the rough equivalent of the number of stars in a small galaxy. There is 0.2 milligrams of gold in your blood. The heart is an elaborate engine. I love you. [Written by: Nhixxie, Art by: Cloud]
AUTHOR OF THE DAY: Charles Bukowski
Henry Charles Bukowski was born on August 16, 1920 in Andernach, Germany. At the age of three, his family settled in California; they made a home in Los Angeles, which became one of his biggest sources of inspiration. He attended school at Los Angeles City College from 1939 to 1941, then moved to New York to pursue his career. His little success in publishing pushed him into a ten year battle with alcoholism and a resignation from writing, until it threatened his life. When he developed an ulcer, motivation to create struck again. To support his passion, Bukowski took miscellaneous jobs, including a truck driver, dishwasher, elevator operator, gas station attendant and more.
He focused on the grittiness of a poor man’s American lifestyle, intertwined with its hardships of alcoholism, relationships with women, and the grind of a nine to five job.
Bukowski’s writing portrayed a confessional style combined with dirty realism. His legacy lies in his fans, he is one of the most beloved and equally disliked American writers. Although there is nothing educational about Bukowski’s prose, it is undeniably relatable to the every day man. His intimate disclosures of suffering, unrequited love and sex made him extremely accessible and charming. His straightforwardly gritty approach is his weapon; he is an author you either “get” or cannot stand. You either find his choice in topics, sex, alcohol and poverty, either cliche or real. What you see is what you get, in this case.
He began to write at the age of twenty-four, and explored poetry after the age of thirty-five. Bukowski published six novels and over forty-five books in poetry.
Notes of a Dirty Old Man (1969)
Post Office (1971)
Ham on Rye (1982)
Read excerpts from Charles Bukowski here!
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