Each year, in time for summer, Sports Illustrated features in its annual swimsuit edition bikini-clad bombshells with doll-like faces and Barbie-esque proportions. Well, this year the magazine is making waves (pun intended) by modeling in its pages–instead of a real woman–the buxom, blond toy herself.
Naturally, there’s been a bit of a backlash, with many accusing the men’s magazine–which has long been the center of controversy for its objectification of women–of further dehumanizing the female form by substituting it with that of a lifeless doll. Read the rest of this entry →
We love “Girls.” Lena Dunham‘s hit HBO show epitomizes the New York City, mid-20s, struggling writer/artist experience. One of the most exaggerated, but lovable (and Jewish!) characters of the show is the neurotic, OMG-dropping, Camp-Ramah-going Shoshanna Shapiro. Aside from her highly quotable one-liners, Shoshanna, played by Zosia Mamet, is known for the most intricately knotted hair-dos you have ever seen.
That’s why we were pretty psyched to see this perfect Tumblr dedicated to Shoshi, and her true calling, the Shoshi Games 2014–it’s, like, totes amaze. Enjoy.
On New Year’s Eve, two of my dearest friends announced that they would be throwing me a baby shower. They also did my wedding shower, a co-ed garden party in my back yard. Guests were only allowed to bring plants or gardening products (seven years of pre-marital cohabitation meant we had all the pots and pans already, and we were doing a travel registry for the wedding itself). It was gorgeous, the food was delicious, and it was exactly the way I thought it should be.
“You have to let us do this one,” they said. “You were too much the boss of your wedding shower.”
Alrighty then! I was only too happy to let them take full creative control. After all, I had a proper registry to focus on, a task that I quickly realized I was in no way mentally or emotionally prepared for. It seems most akin to packing for a trip to another planet, unknown and unexplored.
Friends with similar baby product priorities–chemical free! baby safe! reasonably attractive!–helped out by sending their registries to me. Thus armed, I sat down after work this week and began sorting through the incredible amount of stuff in the world to decide what I thought my friends and family should help us out with for the baby. Read the rest of this entry →
Whether or not you care to watch giant men in spandex leggings tackle each other with the hopes of winning a massive bejeweled ring, for many, the Super Bowl is all about the commercials, and this year did not disappoint. One stand out? The much-talked about ad featuring GoldieBlox, an engineering-related game designed especially for girls.
The ad plays on gender stereotyping in toys, insisting that more than “pink, pink, pink,” girls actually “want to think.” So, watch below and tell us what you think.
What were your other favorite commercials of the night?
If you haven’t had a chance to keep up with the feminist blogosphere in the last week (because you were, say, reading Pinkalicious for the 27th time), you might have missed the sh*t show that went down when Lena Dunham graced the cover of Vogue.
The actress and creator of the insanely popular HBO series Girls is often at the center of discussions about body image and Hollywood, as she openly (and very, very frequently) shows her naked body on TV in all its imperfect glory. But when her issue of Vogue came out featuring a spread of photos clearly Photoshopped (as Vogue and all other fashion magazines are wont to do), feminist website Jezebel put out a $10,000 bounty for the unretouched pictures of Dunham from the shoot.
And this upset a lot of people. Because, what, really, was the point? Of all celebrities who have graced the covers of magazines with an airbrush makeover, it seems silly to shell out that kind of dough to see pictures of someone who regularly shows us what her actually body looks every Sunday night at 10 p.m. Read the rest of this entry →
My daughter will turn 7 on Thursday (not to be confused with The Sound of Music’s Marta, who will turn 7 on Tuesday; though my daughter would probably like a pink parasol, too).
She was born on Martin Luther King Day weekend, the offspring of a Soviet Jewish mother and an African-American father, the younger sister to two brothers, and named after both a man of peace and a God of war. You could say that, from the beginning, we embraced the contradictions.
It seems like every week or so, a different Mommy blogger writes an article about how she was initially unhappy when she discovered the sex of her baby. Not always, but usually, she’s upset because the baby isn’t a girl. The article goes like this: the writer expresses her disappointment, her love of pink, and then her eventual acceptance and adoration of her son. What never seems to get explored is why so many of us care what we’re having, and why so many of us want girls.
Before you think I’m criticizing or judging these women, I’m not; I’m one of them. When I found out my first child was going to be a boy, I was disappointed. When I found out my second child was going to be a boy, I was upset. I cried. For longer than I will admit.
I wanted a girl for some of the same reasons many of the women in the other articles do. Let’s get the nonsense out of the way first.
In part, it’s about the clothes. The clothes! I love flowers and hearts and birds and stars; and put together, ARGH, the cute is overwhelming! Plus, you’ve got all the accessories– from shoes to barrettes to jewelry to tutus–little girls are just fun to shop for and dress. Add in the nail polish and the hair braiding, and you’ve got a mini-me dress-up doll. Of course, this is all dependent on the child. Some girls hate pink and dresses and being girly. Some boys (like mine) like wearing nail polish. But in the fantasy of child-rearing, these are the materialistic things we envision. Read the rest of this entry →
I’m 20 weeks pregnant and very soon we will find out the gender of our third child. This is the longest we’ve gone without knowing the sex of our babies and the longer we wait, the more anxious I’m getting. I’m anxious because I’m afraid this baby will be a girl. And I’m not really sure what to do with a girl.
My husband has always wanted a girl; one he is convinced will hang onto her Daddy’s every word like a sunbeam. With both of my previous pregnancies my husband was sure we were having a girl only to find out they were both boys. I, on the other hand, breathe a huge sigh of relief when we see that little arrow on the ultrasound pointing to the boy parts. I joke we’ll have an entire men’s basketball team before he realizes genetics are working against him.
I can deal with boy parts. I had two younger brothers and am now the mama of two little boys. I have a general idea of how to do the boy thing. It was once said, “If you have a boy you only have to worry about one penis, if you have a girl you have to worry about all of them.” I’m not sure if that’s funny or horrifying. Boys are rough and tumble or sweet and sensitive. They wear shirts, pants, and shoes–no accessories required. Read the rest of this entry →
Greetings, Kvellerites! We’ve got a Hanukkah giveaway for you of the most adorable sort.
Kids Fly Too, an online clothing shop that features limited edition dresses, all made in the USA, has just about the cutest Hanukkah dresses for the little girl in your life. We have one $50 gift card to give away to a lucky reader. But fear not, even if you don’t win, we’ve got a gift for you: use the code “kvell” for free US shipping on Hanukkah dresses. All Hanukkah dresses will ship within one business day to ensure they arrive in plenty of time. For more from Kids Fly Too, check out their Facebook page.
To enter to win the gift card, fill out the form below by this Friday, November 22nd. Good luck and Happy Hanukkah!
Just before bedtime I put on a brave face and begin “The Great Fashion Debate.” What will my step-daughter wear the next day? I try to open with a note on the weather or the next day’s activities–long sleeves if it’s cold, something fancier if we’ll be going to synagogue–and then wait for Ronia’s first choice. At 5 years old, Ronia is not as invested in fashion as some of her friends, but she definitely cares, and has a strong affinity for dresses and skirts, pink things, and anything with ruffles.
This could not be farther from my own fashion sense. Seventy percent of my wardrobe is black, and it’s safe to say I wear a cardigan over a tank top with jeans six days a week. Meeting in the middle is a pretty far walk for either of us.
So why do I care what Ronia wears? I know that there are some parents who feel like they have neither the time nor energy to police their kids’ fashion choices, and I salute them. But I find that I really do care what Ronia wears. Partially it’s because I know that I get judged based on how she looks and behaves. Though I did not give birth to Ronia, and only married her father a few weeks ago, when people see us together, the assumption is that I’m her mother, and that I’m responsible for making her look neat, clean, appropriate, and fashionable. I’ll never forget the time that another parent came up to me at synagogue, looked at Ronia, raised his eyebrows, and said, “Wow, you guys let her dress herself?” That stings. And it implies bad mothering on my part, for allowing her out and about in one of her more creative ensembles. Read the rest of this entry →