We are not all feminists, and I am okay with that. I do not expect you to burn your bras, cease your shaving and become lesbians. But there is one essential and simple thing we can all do as women to help ourselves and move towards a better society for ourselves.
We must stop John Mayer. We must stop listening to him and we must stop fawning over his admittedly charmingly gawky-yet-muscular body.
John Mayer is the douchebag who dates your best friend in college and cheats on her in the upstairs bedroom of a frat house. He is the guy who said, “Yeah, homecoming? Uh, sure. I’ll let you know,” then takes the Brazilian exchange student while you eat ice cream with your mom on the couch the night of the big dance. He’s the football player who learned to play guitar just to lure you in with Jack Johnson covers.
For Christ’s sake, ladies, Taylor Swift herself told us he’s no good. What more do you want, a request from Oprah herself? For every single type of girl out there, there is an ex-girlfriend role model. For the awkward teenager, there is Taylor Swift. For the classy working girl, there is Jen Aniston. For the fun blondes, Jessica Simpson. For the introspective brunettes, Vanessa Carlton. How many more hearts must he break before we learn our lesson? We are enabling him!
Just finished watching Star Wars Episode III. Wanna know how I could tell it was all put together by boys? A wide diversity of fictional alien races completed in great detail, vast futuristic cityscapes, elaborate special effects and fight scenes…and Natalie Portman gets a pillow stuffed up her dress and is supposed to be carrying not one but two babies to nearly full term. Nice try George Lucas.
Anakin gets his legs cut off and is set aflame…they have ways to make him live another 20+ years. Padme dies in childbirth while some droid with salad tossers for hands announces there’s nothing that can be done. Like I am so sure.
Breaking news, world! Lance Bass is back on the music scene with his new boy band Heart2Heart. As a fervent Rebecca Black fan, I am always eager to jump onboard whatever strange pop music bandwagon is chugging along my way. Heart2Heart has everything I could ever want or need: all white ensembles, elaborate choreography and a boy named Chad. With some strange androgynous K-Pop vibe mixed with totally relevant references (myspace is dead), Lance Bass’s project is a HUGE hit in my book. Well done, space cadet!
