BY Maddie Maschger
on Jun 11, 2014
Yesterday morning, I woke up at 3AM. I got ready as quickly as possible, slipped into the perfect pantsuit, and walked out my door by 4AM. I hailed a cab, got out at the Barnes and Noble in Union Square, and I sat in line (and sat in line, and sat in line, and sat in line). For the following seven hours, I was ushered through various lines and did a great deal of sitting, standing, chatting, and wishing I had chosen footwear other than kitten heels. But at the end ... Read More
on Jun 10, 2014
In an age when technology continues to grow exponentially while cultural conventions are still residual from a century ago, society becomes riddled with contradictions and people struggle to cope with their conflicting social expectations. In the incredibly relevant and scandalous play, The Feminism of a Soft Merlot or (How the Donkey Got Punched), these contradictions are thoroughly explored from a feminist perspective. The production, presented by The Ivy ... Read More
BY Amy Carlberg
in Boob Tube
on Jun 09, 2014
On the evening of June 5, 2014, the ATAS held a panel appropriately entitled "Women Ruling TV" featuring the women of hit shows House of Cards and Orange is the New Black. Jodie Foster directed one episode of each, and Robin Wright directed an episode of House of Cards (on which she plays Kevin Spacey's cunning spouse). Taylor Schilling (Piper on OITNB) and Kate Mulgrew (Big Red) were also present, along with Netflix documentary The Square director Jehane Noujaim. ... Read More
I’ll be the first to say it - I’m a Lana Del Rey fan. I have my copy of her album Born to Die. I like her songs for the most part, no matter how cheeseball that makes me.
But in her cover story with Fader magazine, promoting her new album Ultraviolence, Lana has now (infamously) stated that, “the issue of feminism is just not an interesting concept…Whenever people bring up feminism, I’m like, god. I’m just not ... Read More
BY Gwen Berumen
on Jun 03, 2014
Growing up, I knew what it felt like to be brown. I knew that going over to my friend's house for dinner meant that my mom would think I was malnourished when I came back. I knew that I dreaded being out in the sun for too long because that meant I got darker, and God forbid I get darker. I knew that I would feel ashamed when my mom talked too loudly in Spanish, or I had to translate for her.
Being brown – for me – meant that as a kid, I constantly ... Read More