And we say, YES. This isn’t a gratuitous photo, it’s motherhood, and it’s been taken by photographer Paolo Roversi as a gift for Vodianova’s boyfriend and son Maxim’s father, Antoine Arnault. It’s family, it’s love, it’s natural, it’s beautiful.
Happy birthday baby from Paolo, Maxim and I. Love you @antoinearnault
She’s not the first public woman to publish photos of herself breastfeeding her child. Women from Jerry Hall to super Gisele to singer Pink have all done the same, and we say, more power to ’em. Click through to see a few below.
Rob Ryan is one hard-working comedian. Not only does he have a relentless tour schedule at comedy clubs throughout the country, he’s also quite a prolific video maker. And his videos aren’t just shaky camcorder footage of his live shows, he does excellent sendups of the topics of the times, set to popular songs. Most famously, he did "Newark State of Mind," an ode to America’s worst city set to the music of Jay-Z and Alicia Keys, but he’s done many others, including one exclusively for BlackBook entitled "Lenox Hill Glory" that poked just a little bit of fun at the circus surrounding Blue Ivy Carter’s birth. Today, he’s back again with a spot-on takedown of the two different types of fan reactions to the recent Game of Thrones finale on HBO, as set to Pink’s "Just Give Me a Reason." It’s called, fittingly, "Just Give Me a Season."
In the video, a female Game of Thrones fan played by the lovely and talented Josie Vitetta (who also starred in "Newark State of Mind") laments the end of season three, pained by the thought of waiting ten whole months to find out what happens next. Her boyfriend, played by Ryan, is a different kind of Game of Thrones fan, the kind who has read all of the George R.R. Martin fantasy novels and picks apart the show when it deviates from the original–not that he’d miss a single second of it. The two get into it with each other over who’s the bigger fan and how much it all means to them, ultimately saying more about our responses to pop culture than any think piece you’ll see in a magazine. Check out the video below and find out what kind of G.O.T. fan you are.
October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month, which is why you’re likely to find your yogurt and fruit drinks to be covered in more pink and pandering copy about health awareness than usual. Maybe it’s because I don’t particularly care for breasts as a gay man, or maybe it’s because I am, you know, an adult, but I find the whole "I love pink and also boobies" mentality to be a pretty sophomoric way of bringing awareness to a disease that kills women, but what can I do? I’m just some dude with an internet connection and not some executive greenlighting extra marketing dollars for pink packaging rather than, oh, just giving that money directly to an organization. Nah, let’s just dedicate a special Five Hour Energy. FOR BOOBIES!
Yes, when I think of women’s health, my go-to is always that shitty stuff that people drink before parties to stay awake. You know, the healthy alternative to cocaine (or, maybe, a cocaine pre-gaming drink). Sure, it’s a healthier version of Red Bull, and since that energy drink has wasted its funds on paying for that dude to fall from space (science! it’s important!), it’s time for Five Hour Energy to step up to the plate to show how much it cares about women. With a pink lemonade-flavored energy shot. (If it were Testicular Cancer Awareness Month, I’m sure they’d go for a blue raspberry flavor.)
Ah, yes, Five Hour Energy: found in the produce section of the grocery store with the fruits and vegetables and other actual food you could eat more of to stay healthy and alert, but obviously avoid because it’s easier to get all of that in three-seconds from a pink bottle of flavored, caffeine-enhanced water.
Be still, my 16-year-old girl self! Pink joined No Doubt onstage at the IHeartMustic Festival for a duet of I’m Just A Girl with Gwen Stefani and if that’s not enough girl power mojo to turn your engine on then I don’t know what to do with you.
Gwen Stefani started singing the song by herself, then all of sudden introduce Pink, who ran onstage and the two started affectionately kissing. (Maybe if Billie Joe Armstrong from Green Day had seen that he wouldn’t have had a temper tantrum.) Watching these two perform together and feed off each other’s live wire energy I’m surprised they haven’t performed together earlier.
Now if we can just get Jessie J and Marina and the Diamonds in on this empowered lady love fest, I don’t think I would need Spotify ever again.
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As much as I love Pink and would her screw men, fuck yeah! girl power anthems, I looked at the title of this one and thought, "Oh no, please don’t do this right now."
This clip of Slut Like You itself doesn’t seem like anything special musically; the lyrics — rather, the word "slut" — will be the only reason it gets any attention:
As far as pop stars go, Pink is the most intelligent of the bunch and I pray she has whipsmart responses on hand for the inevitable unholy hellfire that is going to be rained down upon her by the Religious Right. I suppose there really is no ideal time to explain the concept of women reclaiming negative words or phrases that have been used against them, like "cat lady" or "bitch." I’m just frankly sick of the constant rehashing of the "slut" conversation. It’s my dim view as someone who has written/defended blog posts referring to myself as a "slut" many times that America cannot handle the idea that Rush Limbaugh calling a young woman a slut because she has sex is BAD, but Pink calling herself a slut is NOT BAD.
There is absolute and other cognitive failure on this subject. Brains are going to be exploding.
But better her than me, I s’pose.
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Oh, hai, CNN. What’s up? Just a friendly reminder that sexism is still sexism even if it is against a woman that we all hate. When you played Pink’s song Stupid Girls before a segement on CNN Sunday Morning about Sarah Palin visiting a Chick-fil-A to support their bigoted company? Yeah, not cool.
There are plenty ofsubstantive critiques to be made about Palin’s bigotry, pandering to the religious right, and yes, even her stupidity. But CNN’s use of the song wasn’t a substantive critique on anything specific other than just calling her a stupid girl — not even just stupid, but a stupid girl — for shopping at Chick-fil-A.
And the truly stupid thing about using that particular song is that Stupid Girls is actually very pro-feminist: the song is all about Pink refusing to dumb herself down to get male attention. CNN just used the refrain that goes "Stupid girls, stupid girls, stupid girls."
This isn’t the first time Palin has been treated in a sexist way. 30 Rock‘s Tracy Morgan called her "great masturbation material"; a creepy Arizona sheriff gifted her a pair of pink panties. And who could forget the time News Corps head honcho Roger Ailes said he hired her as a political commentator on Fox News because "she was hot and got ratings"? Likewise, Rep. Michele Bachmann made waves when she appeared on Late Night With Jimmy Fallon and house band The Roots played the songLyin’ Ass Bitch.
Obviously both have said some dumb things and both are awful human beings. But they’re not awful because they are women. The focus of criticism should not be on their gender. Sexism against any person, regardless of her or his political party wrong, even if they aren’t women’s rights supporters.
And more to the point? The last these these two (or their party) need are legitimate reasons to continue playing the victim. Shame on you, CNN.
New Yorkers are up in arms this week thanks to Mayor Michael Bloomberg’s new plan to ban extra large sizes of full-calorie soft drinks from being served at restaurants, movie theaters, and other fat factories. Some people are for the ban while others think it’s facist, but what we’re busy thinking about is how soda, no matter how sugary, has contributed to culture.
Over the years, soda brands have made a point to hire celebrities to pimp their brands, but there’s been a special relationship between musicians and the carbonated community that’s churned out some iconic images. Of course they’re advertisements and are therefore designed to be catchy and attractive, but over the years soda brands—or at least Coke and Pepsi—have used their massive, corn syrup-soaked wallets to bring us unforgettable moments.
Check out some of our favorites below.
There was Michael Jackson for Pepsi:
And George Michael for Diet Coke:
Robert Palmer and his ladypals found Pepsi, well, simply irresistible:
Whitney Houston for Diet Coke:
Beyoncé, Britney Spears, and Enrique Iglesias for Pepsi:
● Drake thinks it’s "absolutely incredible" that a woman would want to tattoo his name on her forehead, but that the artist who did it needs to have his license revoked. "And if I ever see you I’m gonna fuck you up," he warns. [MandoFresko]
● Lindsay Lohan has landed her first post-Playboy gig as the new face of Jag Jeans. Lindsay, the company says, "was so involved with the shoot that she would go as far as adjusting items on the set. She even requested scissors so she could personally fray the edges of her black crepe blouse because she believed it would look better that way." Back to work, she goes! [E!]
● In the spirit of the season, Pink dropped $5,000 to pay for emergency surgery for a puppy that had been left for dead in the L.A. river. [Us]
● Next up for the people who gave us Jersey Shore? The casting agency that made Snooki the thing that she is has put out a new call, this time for eight strangers who "get all the references in The Big Bang Theory, can quote the Original Trilogy, can spot the Cylons among us, wish you could’ve attended Hogwarts, Starfleet Academy, or Xavier’s School for the Gifted, join the horde, and revere masters of science fiction and fantasy." In other words, they want nerds "who are willing to get drunk and have sex on camera (preferably while wearing Hobbit pajamas)," that is. [Jezebel]
● 2011 has been a good year for pregnant belly art: first came Mariah with her "Dem Babies," and now Hilary Duff, with her seasons greetings baby bump. [Vulture]
● Top Hollywood agent Sue Mengers suggested that Jennifer Aniston take a little bit of Brad Pitt—a little bit of his sperm, that is—with her when the two broke up. [Page Six]
● Pink and Carey Hart welcomed baby Willow Sage Hart into the world yesterday. Baby Willow is “gorgeous just like her daddy,” Pink tweeted. [NYP] ● Ah, okay: Megan Fox was too feminist to work with Michael Bay on his latest Transformers movie. Or, as Shia LaBeouf put it, “Megan developed this Spice Girl strength, this woman-empowerment [stuff] that made her feel awkward about her involvement with Michael, who some people think is a very lascivious filmmaker, the way he films women.” [Hero Complex/LAT] ● Arnold Schwarzenegger, who was willing enough to indulge certain other needs, just can’t quit that wedding ring. He was spotted out in LA with his daughter, ring still on cheatin’ finger. [UsWeekly]
● Jason Sudeikis thought Justin Bieber was a Make-A-Wish kid when they first met. [Gawker] ● Lindsay Lohan’s ankle-bracelet went off this week, summoning police to her Venice townhouse, where they found her sunbathing and watching 3-D TV. When it comes to jewelry of any kind, Lindsay doesn’t have the luck. [LAT] ● The times, they are a changin’, and T-Pain says he’s putting away his vocorder forever. “I vow right here, right now, to never use Auto-Tune again,” he said. “I’m onto something that I think is bigger and better called ‘The T-Pain Effect.'” [AllHipHop] ● Being cute pays: apparently Knut, the popular German polar bear who passed away this year, generated $140 million. [BusinessWeek]