Sianara Ladies……

WOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOO Two more victories today for woman’s rights….

Less than a year after her appointment to Bush’s Family Planning Office, Susan Orr, who I referred to as the Princess of Darkness, stepped down yesterday.

A controversial appointee from the beginning, Orr penned an article in 2000 titled “Real Women Stay Married”, and worked against providing access to information and contraceptives to low income families stating “fertility is not a disease.”

Orr’s largest task while working under Bush was working to enforce the global gag rule of Title X, which restricts government money from aiding PP Clinics and other centers that provide abortions, info and contraception to families in need.
And in OTHER news, LAURA SESSIONS STEPP took leave of her space at the Washington Post today. You may recognize her name from her book, “Unhooked:How Young Women Pursue Sex, Delay Love, and Lose at Both”, or perhaps from the arguments surrounding the concept of “Gray Rape,” a term she coined to help label those less than clear moments in which sex may have been consensual, you were just too drugged out of your mind to remember consenting to it, right?? Yeah, I’m not a fan of her ……”work”…..

She also stated that women don’t like bars, we only think we do, and that we should reacquaint ourselves with the kitchen and make some baked goods, because MEN LOVE baked goods. AND she believes that women can use up their orgasms…poof, one day, NO MORE. And finally, when scientific research showed that 30% of erectile dysfunction sufferers are under age 30, she blamed *agressive* young women, (in truth she’d call them slutty, I’d call them sexually enlightened.)

She pretty much just makes me angry EVERY TIME she opens her mouth. So long ladies!! As my Mom used to say, “Don’t let the door hit ya where the Good Lord split ya!”

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Thursday Hyperlink-tastic Edition

In between my recording for The Little Death, I had an audition today…. for someone I have dreamed of singing for. This is good… This means things are happening, and I’m heading the right direction….. But what to do when you feel you sang your best, and you just might not be what they’re looking for???

EAT LOTS OF TOLL HOUSE CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES!!!

Yes, eating your weight in cookies works both for pre and POST audition stress. I highly recommend it. Matt’s also been low on the iron lately, so I’ve been making bacon in the morning, and batches of cheeseburgers at night… In conclusion, I’m a total lard ass. Yay!

But in other seriousness, maybe I should make a new “dream gig” list…. that could be kind of fun, right?

In other news, I made it a point this week to Pimp my Google so to speak. I’m totally sporting a new “homepage theme” – plaid- way springy and chic. I also added labels to my e-mails (and they’re color-coded) and even MORE exciting, I finally got around to filtering all those annoying e-mails from i-tunes and Jet Blue and stuff…apparently that’s called BACN. Anyways, it’s all going into a separate color coded folder bypassing my Inbox. Translation: more time for cookies!

Ok, on to the Melly Meat:

Apparently depressed women tend to have more sex than “happy” women, yay sex for validation!!! Except the data was collected from 107 (really??) women in Australia, and because the top editors of Cosmo are Satan’s concubine, they will use this data to shame their readers into thinking that they don’t really enjoy sex because it feels good, but because they are depressed, and the only way one could possible feel better about oneself is to buy more expensive shit…..

Check out this new vibe that gets all hot and stuff when you get all ummmm hot and stuff….

This French ad kind of makes me want to NOT shave my legs for a month,”Ladies please use” – fuck you French guy. This article completely embodies sexism in the media. Women subject themselves to heinous amounts of torture in the name of beauty to attain some ridiculous idea of pre-pubsescent hairlessness.. that’s all fine if you’re into it, but the average dude on the street isn’t running off to get his balls waxed, he’s just not… So why do we have to accept the natural state of the male (smelly and somewhat hairy) but pretend that we are not hairy, or have ever sweat/farted/shat ever. Equality, bitches.

I usually hate the WaPo, but this article on the F word was actually kind of great.

And speaking of WaPo, Laura Sessions Stepp
is at it again…and as much as I’m real glad she’s “reclaiming” the kitchen, I kind of wish she’d stay in it and shut the hell up…perhaps close her head in the oven while she’s at it.

Also, a great interview via Gizmodo with a guy who created his robot girlfriend/wife?? and hopes to start a new sexuality. It’s kind of amazing…. I also completely disagree with this article…perhaps because I’m a Geek Girl, and my computer is totes my other bf. I remember when Matt got his new ‘puter for Christmas, and there was one day we spent lounging around in bed with three laptops!!! Most relationships wouldn’t be able to bounce back from something like that. We’re strictly monogamous with our notebooks now, but man, we were a couple of crazy kids then!

And finally, for really realz now, there was a time in my life that I thought I wanted to be an academic, so I kind of related to this. I read a paper today forwarded by my friend/musical collaborator David T. Little (who has a kick ass blog post out today via the NYC Opera on his soldier songs – READ)…. anywhoo, this paper read like any normal academic paper… great thesis… lost of bullshit, head drop, snore snore, until I read this:

The essay you have just seen is completely meaningless and was randomly generated by the Postmodernism Generator. To generate another essay, follow this link. If you liked this particular essay and would like to return to it, follow this link for a bookmarkable page.

If you are in need of a good paper, follow this link. Yay for postmodernism!!!!

Werd

Bin the bunny….. women for/against porn

Melly’s gonna talk about porn now. Women in porn, women who hate porn, women who love porn, etc. As a woman in this day and age you can’t leave your house without being bombarded with sex, (in New York it’s cleverly disguised as a lifestyle promoted by American Apparel) it’s sort of just inevitable.

This week I found myself at Lucky Cheng‘s a drag bar in the Lower East Side. I was there to watch a drag show with my bf, his MOTHER, sister and 16 year old niece. An evening with those parameters has the potential to be quite awkward, no? But by the end of the night, after many orgy bowls of liquor were consumed, Matt’s sister was crowned with the title of Whore, after winning a catwalk and lap dance competition, and his mother was wearing a balloon hat with two gi-normous cocks on it. Stunned, we bundled up and headed home, but not before our drag queen host begged me to sing karaoke Barbara Streisand and Celene Dion covers, which I was only able to do with the help of Matt’s mom, affectionately dubbed as “Mama Bear” by our host “Japanese Fucking Bitch.” Yeah, so I’m feeling a little more confident about sharing my views of porn and the culture that surrounds it.

If you read this blog than you must be aware of the less than conservative opinions I have towards sexuality. I think it’s great that the younger generation of women are taking their sexuality in their hands, even if dumb bitches like Laura Sessions Step will link their efforts to the rise of erectile dysfunction in college aged men. Women in our media are using pornography as a tool for enhancing our sexuality. You may not know that I LURVE sex-blog writers like Violet Blue, and Tracie Egan aka Slut Machine. It’s so refreshing to hear women that like sex talk about sex, since there’s entirely too many frigid women yapping incessantly about the values of abstinence education.

In the days where the “rabbit” is becoming a household product, you have to admit that porn has done something for the sexual emancipation of women. Some porn is good, some is not so good. I admit, I only watched my first film in October, and was fairly catatonic throughout most of it, but whatevs. As a woman who is very much at the helm of her sexuality, I find pornography, and it’s related accoutrement’s incredibly empowering. I’ve taken three of my girlfriends shopping for their first toys. One is single, one is married, one had never (prior to her purchase) had an orgasm. As a GGG lover, I’m happy to dress up like a pirate and throw coleslaw at you while reciting the Bill of Rights if that’s what does it for ya, but I may ask that you do a little something for me, and that confidence in sexuality has been largely influenced by the adult entertainment industry.

Last year I was the lead in Yoav Gal’s electronic opera Venus in Furs, which was adapted directly from Leopold Sacher von Masoch’s (ie MASOCHIST) novel. Basically, I played a cruel, beautiful and intelligent woman who enters into a contract with Mascoch, and agrees to be his lover and indulge him in his fantasies of being dominated by a strong woman. I wore fur coats and a corset while whipping him and tying him up, hence the title Venus in Furs. Not exactly a production to bring the folks to. However, this opened up the door for me to explore my own feelings about the psychology behind the willingness to be dominated, and then the reverse, that of the Sadist. Oddly enough the novel ends with Wanda wishing to be the submissive to another man, and the arrangement with Masoch, well, it just didn’t do it for him anymore.

S&M culture has been on my mind recently because of Ensemble de Sade, which basically stemmed from Matt reading a lot of de Sade at the time that I was working up another Venus in Furs production. S&M relations extend far outside the boundaries of the bedroom. They are simple expressions of power present in the smallest of interactions, and it’s this philosophy that we took with us when we started planning our concert series.

So bringin’ it back to porn. A gay male friend of mine (whom you may have seen in the ball gag at the de Sade concert) mentioned that in one of his undergrad courses on gender theory a professor asked what the definition of pornography was, and a girl responded “The physical representation of the objectification of women in the media.” to which he replied, “Then what the hell have I been watching?” Yeah, he’s totally right, and while some of porn does a tremendous disservice to women (more in that it teaches young boys that they can basically crawl on top of a woman and hump her like a jackhammer), it’s opened the door for a lot of women and men to explore their sexuality. And to be clear, I’m anti the objectification of women, BIG TIME, but I don’t think I need to align my sexual preferences with the vanillas in order to be a good little feminist. In fact, I couldn’t disagree more. Isn’t that what feminism is all about, equality on all fields? In and out of the bedroom?? Is it possible for women to “reclaim” pornography??

So here’s the link that started my rambling. I’m not entirely sure how I feel about this video…..It’s been circulating around on various feminist blogs. Mine was deposited into my Google Reader via Feministing, and came with the following disclaimer: If you hate playboy you’ll love this, if you love playboy you’ll hate this… and if you’re on the fence, it’ll get the wheels turning… Well, I’ve been thinking about it ever since, so, I guess in a way it’s doing it’s job.