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POLL: Who’s Right About Miley – Sinead O’Conner OR Amanda Palmer?

October 4, 2013


When Miley Cyrus said her “Wrecking Ball” video (in which she cries into the camera, before getting it on with a wrecking ball and a sledgehammer) was inspired by Sinead O’Connor‘s classic and subtle “Nothing Compares 2 U” video (that title is pre-texting!), O’Conner wrote an open letter to Miley, warning her that’s she’s being used as a cog in the sexist machinery of the music biz. Musician/arteeest Amanda Palmer then wrote an open letter to O’Connor warning her of that poopoo-ing female artists’ choices is actually not very feminist. Read the letters and then take the poll below!

Here’s an excerpt from O’Connor’s letter:

Nothing but harm will come in the long run, from allowing yourself to be exploited, and it is absolutely NOT in ANY way an¬†empowerment of yourself or any other young women, for you to send across the message that you are to be valued (even by you)¬†more for your sexual appeal than your obvious talent….

I¬†repeat, you have enough talent that you don’t need to let the music¬†business make a prostitute of you. You shouldn’t let them make a fool of you either. Don’t think for a moment that any of them give¬†a flying fuck about you. They’re there for the money‚Ķ we’re there for the music. It has always been that way and it will always be¬†that way. The sooner a young lady gets to know that, the sooner she can be REALLY in control….

Whether we like it or not, us¬†females in the industry are role models and as such we have to be extremely careful what messages we send to other women. The¬†message you keep sending is that its somehow cool to be prostituted ‚Ķ its so not cool Miley ‚Ķ its dangerous. Women are to be¬†valued for so much more than their sexuality. We aren’t merely objects of desire. I would be encouraging you to send healthier¬†messages to your peers ‚Ķ that they and you are worth more than what is currently going on in your career. Kindly fire any¬†motherfucker who hasn’t expressed alarm, because they don’t care about you.

And excerpt from Palmer’s letter:

Miley is, from what I can gather, in charge of her own show. She’s writing the plot and signing the checks, and although I think it’s tempting to imagine her¬†in the board room of label assholes and management, I don’t think any of them masterminded her current plan to be a raging, naked, twerking sexpot. I¬†think that’s All Miley All The Way. Now, would these men ARGUE with her when she comes into the room and throws down her treatment to hop up naked¬†on the proverbial (and literal) wrecking ball? Of course not. Sex sells. We all know it. Miley knows it better than anyone: swinging naked on a big metal¬†ball simply gets you more hits than swinging on a big metal ball wearing clothes. We’re mammals. LOOK BOOBS! And even more tantalizing: LOOK¬†HANNAH MONTANA BOOBS! But none of this means that Miley is following anyone else’s script. In fact, what I see is Miley desperately trying to write her¬†own script; truly trying to be taken seriously (even if its in a nakedly playful way) by the standards of her own peers….

I want to live in a world where Miley (or any female musician) can twerk wildly at 20, wear a full-cover floral hippie mumu at 37, show up at 47 in see-through latex, and pose semi-naked, like Keith & co, on the cover of rolling stone at 57 and be APPLAUDED for being so comfortable with her body. This¬†is not to say that women have to play the desperate I’M-STILL-SEXY game as they age. Watching Madonna’s plastic surgeries and apparent¬†stubbornness around aging just makes my inner teenager want to scream (YOU’RE MADONNA! YOU COULD HAVE MADE AGING SEXY GODAMMIT¬†AND YOU DIDN’T!!), but the grown-up in me just pauses for a breath and remembers that Madonna is just carving out her section of the playing field. How¬†she chooses to sculpt her face and body is just…her choice.

Who do you think is right?

The Best “Blurred Lines” Parody Yet!

September 3, 2013


The Mod Carosel parody was pretty good, but a little too thin on the politics for our radical feminist tastes. Enter “Defined Lines,” the parody made by some University of Aukland law students for its Law Revue show last week. With its decent production values and pointed yet hilarious feminist message, it’s the Blurred Lines parody to end all Blurred Lines parodies. It even features a cameo by the purple Ina 2 vibe made by our beloved LELO! The video actually got taken down by YouTube for a few hours because, you know, double standards. But apparently the pushback was enough to get it back up. In case you miss them in the vid, the genius lyrics are below:


Every bigot shut up (x 2)

Hey hey hey (x 3)

Boy you’d better quit all your sexist ways

So hear our manifesto of the modern age.

It’s time to undermine

The masculine confines

Coz we don’t wanna grind,


You think that you’re so slick,

Let me emasculate ya!

Because your precious dick

Can’t beat my vibrator.

We’re feelin’ the frustration

From all the exploitation.

Prepare for your castration.


So we can fuck this man’s world,

With all its bullshit,

Girls don’t deserve it.

We ain’t good girls:

We are scholastic,

Smart and sarcastic,

Not fucking plastic.

Listen mankind!

If you wanna get nasty,

Just don’t harass me:

You can’t just grab me.

That’s a sex crime!

Yeah we don’t want it -

It’s chauvinistic.

You’re such a bigot!

What you see on tv

Doesn’t speak equality,

It’s straight up misogyny.

Don’t want you to come on my face!

You think you’re hunky (hey hey hey)

You wanna hug me (hey hey hey)

Don’t you mean fuck me?

One thing I ask of you:

Don’t assume that we all just wanna screw.

Gotta respect me for me to be your boo.

We don’t want no scrubs, no we don’t approve.

Need a universal role reversal,

In real life not a dress rehearsal.

Gotta resist all the gender roles,

Time to put misogyny on parole,

Put exploitation on probation,

Time for you to witness our liberation!

There’s more to life than penetration,

And sexual discrimination.

So tonight we ignite our civil rights,

Resist chauvinism,

Win the fight,

Coz you’re livin large just like a montage

Of you and your friends actin’ out Entourage.

But we ain’t whores to do your household chores,

To make you a sandwich when we’re on all fours.

From history to herstory.

Know you got some opinions that we don’t agree.

Need to call my sister Joan of A-R-C,

Bake a feminist cake, Antoinette Marie.

Yeah, guys, we got spies,

Know all you wanna do is fertilise,

But avert your eyes from my thighs,

Never tell a bitch that she gotta drop a size.

You wanna box gap? Show me your six pack.

Wanna landing strip? You’d better get ripped.

I apologise if you think my lines are crass,

Tell me how it feels to get verbally harassed.


So we can fuck this man’s world,

With all its bullshit,

Girls don’t deserve it.

We ain’t good girls:

We are scholastic,

Smart and sarcastic,

Not fucking plastic.

Listen mankind!

If you wanna get nasty,

Just don’t harass me:

You can’t just grab me.

That’s a sex crime!

Yeah we don’t want it -

It’s chauvinistic.

You’re such a bigot!


A Round-Up of Thoughtful Spankings Over the Miley Cyrus Spectacle

August 30, 2013


There’s been a LOT of talk this week over Miley Cyrus’s performance at last week’s VMAs. Here’s some of our favorite analysis:



The 10 Best and Worst Moments from the 2013 VMAs

August 26, 2013


photo via MTV.com


1. Lady Gaga’s 26 costume changes into smaller and smaller outfits, ending in a Little Mermaid-inspired seashell/thong number. She’s just fucking with us at this point, right?

2. Miley Cyrus’s self-demotion to porny arm candy during her Blurred Lines “duet” with Robin Thicke (or was it the simulated rimming during “We Can’t Stop?).

3. Kevin Hart’s improvised — and painfully unfunny — stand-up bits, amounting to nothing more than drooling over Lady Gaga’s butt cheeks (twice!) and calling *NSYNC fat and farty.

4. A$AP Rocky’s shameless plug for his new album in the middle of a serious statement about gay rights.

5. Katy Perry’s “ring girls” in string bikinis. Why not subvert the whole macho boxing genre with scantily clad ring boys?



1. Lady Gaga’s unitard-clad, average-physiqued backup dancers.¬†She’s just fucking with us at this point, right?

2. Taylor Swift caught on camera saying “Shut the fuck up” while One Direction presented the Best Female Pop Video nominees.

3. Justin Timberlake’s classy & graceful greatest hits medley performance in honor of his Vanguard award (which he accepted with class & grace).

4. Macklemore & Ryan Lewis’s Best Social Message Video win for “Same Love.”

5. Can’t believe we’re saying this: Kanye “Jesus” West’s subdued performance of “Blood to the Leaves,” which was simply¬†his black-out silhouette in front of a nature still. Refreshing!



Blog Snog: 12 Things to Know About Dating a Musician

May 10, 2013


One of our new favorite songs is a cover one of our new favorite songs by one-man-show (and total cutie) George BarnettThe Frisky‘s post this week about the realities of dating musicians helps keep our little fantasies in check:

Playing Ukelele Can Save the World

September 13, 2012


Last week we saw Amanda Palmer perform live (and totally drunk-Tweeted her afterward, oops) — but right before the show, we saw her hubby, author Neil Gaiman, read a new, unpublished short story. (To seven hundred freakin’ people, holy shit — some of them queued all day to get a good seat!) Anyway, as a “reward” to his audience for sitting quietly during the hour-long reading (reward, ha — some people had flown halfway across the country for the reading), he introduced his wife, a.k.a. Amanda Fucking Palmer, who performed her ukelele anthem. She brought down the house! Seriously, total standing ovation from the audience.

And she’s only half-kidding about wanting to change the world with the ukelele — check out her introduction to the song in the video above¬†(recorded at the British Library in London), which is a very early live performance of the song. And yep, that’s adoring husband Neil Gaiman holding her lyric sheets. Here’s a taste:

so play your favorite beatles’ song
and make the subway fall in love
they’re only $19.95, that’s not a lot of money
play until the sun comes up
and play until your fingers suffer
play LCD soundsystem songs on your ukulele
quit the bitching on your blog
and stop pretending art is hard
just limit yourself to three chords
and do not practice daily
you’ll minimize some stranger’s sadness
with a piece of wood and plastic
holy fuck it’s so fantastic, playing ukulele
eat your homework with a fork
and do your fruit loops in the dark
bring your etch-a-sketch to work
your flask of jack
your vibrator
your fear of heights
your nikon lens
your mom and dad
your disco stick
your soundtrack from ‚Äúkarate kid‚ÄĚ

It goes on and on brilliantly. You can read all the lyrics and download the studio version of the song on her website here.


Janeane Garofalo Wants to Make Love to Bob Dylan

August 30, 2012

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The right soundtrack can transform a so-so sexual encounter into something memorable (just ask Hollywood producers). And the wrong soundtrack? Well, that can really screw things up, as it were. Imagine: you’re feeling all lovey-dovey and want to hold your lover’s face while you make sweet missionary love… and then your partner puts on some hardcore punk. And what about when your partner wants to do it to Bob Dylan and you just plain don’t? So it goes in the newly released song from our friend John Wesley Harding (you might also know him as Wesley Stace, the author of novels including Misfortune and By George), “Making Love To Bob Dylan.” And yep, his stage name is taken from the Bob Dylan song and album title. Perhaps too much Malkovich Malkovich, as Entertainment Weekly notes. This hilarious video stars Jeneane Garofolo — you’ll have to watch to the end to see if the couple can compromise. Let’s just say that Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On” is not involved.

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Amanda Fucking Palmer

August 20, 2012


Singer/pianist/lyricist/composer/performance artist¬†Amanda Palmer, a.k.a. Amanda Fucking Palmer or AFP, is¬†the epitome of an American indie¬†artist. She’s bold, unapologetic, bisexual,¬†with awesomely hairy armpits and actual pubic hair. She organized an unbinding flash mob wedding between¬†her and ¬†writer Neil Gaiman in 2010, then made it legal in 2011 in a private ceremony hosted by literary power couple¬†Ayelet Waldman¬†and¬†Michael¬†Chabon.¬†Unafraid of addressing provocative issues, she’s fought against Prop 8 and blogged about her own abortion and date rape.¬†Her second solo album, “Theatre Is Evil,” comes out on September 10th in full, but you can¬†pre-order it now and also get a mini EP immediately¬†…

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A Musical History of Wooing Women

July 26, 2012


CDZA (short for Collective Cadenza)¬†is a group of mostly Juilliard-trained music geeks (and we use that term in the most loving and respectful way) that “creates musical video experiments” — in other words, fun viral vids that play upon all sorts of musical themes and genres (think¬†“Evolution of Dance”¬†but with live musicians and no dancing). Ten months ago they created their inaugural “History of Lyrics That Aren’t Lyrics” (i.e. Sha na na na, doobie doobie doo, etc). Then a few months ago they started producing these videos regularly, one every other Tuesday. Some recent examples: “Mark Zuckerberg: The Musical” (“This is the dawning of the page that you share with us”) and¬†”Aces of Basses” (a literal tribute to the Swedish pop sensation using five acoustic upright basses).

Now there’s “History of Wooing Women.” It begins innocently enough with the 1955 classic “Only You” by the Platters and quickly runs through the next few decades with Frank Sinatra’s “The Way You Look Tonight,” The Beatles’ “I Want to Hold Your Hand,” Stevie Wonder’s “You Are the Sunshine of My Life,” The Police’s “Every Little Thing She Does,” and so on. But suddenly, around the mid-’90s, things take a turn for the obscene:

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Great Music to Have Sex To: Patrick Watson

July 3, 2012


photo via Flickr

Or maybe we should say “great music to make love to” (if we actually used that terminology). It¬†definitely¬†works for making out to. Not frantic rip-off-each-others’-clothes sessions, but more deliberate, sensual interludes that last longer than an hour, the kind earnest teenagers in love engage in.¬†Patrick Watson, the Montreal-based band (fronted by singer-songwriter Patrick Watson, natch), create songs that are ethereal, haunting, and heady — with upright pianos, weepy violins and saws, quirky percussion, guitars occasionally strummed with toothbrushes…¬†And the live versions are even more hypnotic and ultimately climactic than the excellent studio versions. They’re currently on tour in the States through July promoting their fourth album,¬†Adventures in Your Own Backyard. I (Lo) saw them this past weekend at MassMoCA’s cabaret (as part of the museum’s “Oh, Canada” exhibition this summer)

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