Amusing AP Error

We all make mistakes, but when you’re the AP, the mistakes tend to stick out a bit more. Check out this screencap of a “story” on director Polanski getting arrested in Switzerland for rape today. Instead of posting the story, someone accidentally posted the chat log between the reporters discussing how to cover the case.

Screencap of part of the article plus link below.

See what happens when you take a day off Frank?

LINK: http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5iRnW_PP9RtYpGgoc5KZiwY84hjrQD9AVNJ303

The Problem With Arguing Feminism in Jennifer’s Body

I had no intention of revisiting my rant/review of Jennifer’s Body and its criticisms, mostly because I believe that if you can’t successfully convey your intent/arguments in one article then you shouldn’t bother with a follow-up.

This is not a follow-up.

Girls Are Different — Suck It and Deal

Jennifer’s Body is dead at the box office — or so it seems after this opening weekend. And there are a couple of likely contributing factors: 1. that it opened against a fantastic children’s film, Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2. that it’s battling against people’s cumulative hate/dislike of one of the stars, Megan Fox, and 3. that a lot of the reviewers just don’t understand the film.

And why don’t they understand the film? Because it’s one of the very few honest-to-goodness feminist films out there — and more so then being feminist, it’s one of the few films that views things from a female lens. Boys are there, and make up the majority of the victims in this body horror film, but they’re not a concern. For once we have a story with female main characters who aren’t obsessing about, fighting over, or bitching about boys every five minutes. Jennifer’s Body is about women and how they relate to each other, the horror moments are there for style and allegory, but at its heart the movie is about two girls whose own toxic friendship is eating them both alive.

Is James Cameron a (Blue) Copycat?

I just finished writing up this news over at LatinoReview about the possibility of Fathom Studios taking legal action against James Cameron for perceived similarities between their respective films, Delgo and Avatar.

As you can see from my post, I find the idea laughable. The truth is, I can come up with some other films and properties that share more in common with Avatar than Delgo seems to at this point. Don’t believe me? You’re about to.

WTF Did I Just Watch?

This is possibly the single, most horrifying thing, I’ve seen this week: The Contraception Opera. Not only does it tell the tale of a sperm and egg longing to be united only to be thwarted by contraceptive after contraceptive, the operatic tones have actually made me switch my allegiances and root for their eventual pairing.

And it happens. Boy, does it happen.

*Found via HeartlessDoll

**According to Planned Parenthood, “Coitus Interruptus,” as the opera terms it, is pretty effective if you can do it right. Seriously. But still, better safe than sorry, right?

My 16 Minutes With Avatar

Yesterday was Avatar Day, and at the last minute I found myself in attendance for the 6 pm showing at NYC’s AMC Loews in Lincoln Square. (The theater and I have a long history together that mostly goes back to me drooling over The Dark Knight in IMAX and feeling insanely dizzy thanks to Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix in IMAX 3-D.)

Three things you should know about me before we get started: 1. I love IMAX, I love 3-D, and IMAX 3-D is always a treat for me when it’s well done, 2. While I was curious about the Avatar footage, I wasn’t planning to attend Avatar Day until the opportunity fell in my lap, and 3. I actually liked the Avatar trailer that was shown earlier this week though I cared little for the design of the Na’vi alien race.

Worthington and his Na'vi-like avatar counterpart.

Strongest Vagina Part II

I officially love this woman and her broken English.

Oh, Tatiata, you flirt!

Screencapped from her site: Intimfitness.com

Somewhere There’s a Parallel Me and I’m Not Sure I Like Her

I am not rich. But somewhere in a parallel universe there’s a version of me that is – that bitch — and she goes on wild spending sprees and doesn’t care about the practicality of her purchases.

In this universe, I (Proper Genevieve) grew up with a rickety, wooden four-poster bed that was in danger of falling apart thanks to my proclivity for hanging off the columns while I pretended I was a superhero adventurer of some sort. In that parallel universe, Other Genevieve (that rich bitch) has a bunk bed shaped like a castle — a castle.

Britain Wants You to Do “It” For the Queen

Britain and I have a strange relationship. While it has given me nice things like great literature, the English language in general, Harry Potter, David Tennant, and David Bowie, it is also partially responsible for a particularly bumpy part of my life. And yet, regardless of all that, I still love Britain — especially now that I’ve heard what the National Health Service of Britain is recommending.

A National Health Service leaflet is advising school pupils that they have a “right” to an enjoyable sex life and that regular intercourse can be good for their cardiovascular health…

Alongside the slogan “an orgasm a day keeps the doctor away”, it says: “Health promotion experts advocate five portions of fruit and veg a day and 30 minutes’ physical activity three times a week. What about sex or masturbation twice a week?”

Britain also recommends that sex be paired with real people -- not statues.

Don’t Judge a Book By Its Ho-Cover

I don’t read books on how to snag men; the majority give poor advice, or cater to a materialistic demographic of women that I am proud not to be a part of. So when my mom linked me to an excerpt from “The Vixen Manual,” I was more than ready to start ripping it apart. But some of the advice that author Karrine Steffans doles out is pretty sound, especially these three points:

[1.] Giving others the ability to define how you view yourself means you’ve surrendered your power. By expecting others to give you what you need — dignity, pride, self-esteem, confidence — you become a hostage, subject to their whims and insecurities. You must learn to mine your own strengths, which you already possess in great abundance.

[2.] If you’re the type of woman who can’t bear the idea of leaving the house without being in the company of a gaggle of girlfriends, you’re not a singular individual. Men are attracted to a woman’s independence and strength.

[3.] There’s something uniquely beautiful about Blockbuster nights under a fluffy duvet with someone special, our feet touching, our bodies entwined as we steal each other’s warmth.