Our bodies, ourselves
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Today I experienced a bitter sweet memory of childhood. Having had a bad day, I decided that some baking would be a good way to cheer myself up, so delved into the Hummingbird Bakery cookbook and selected their chocolate brownie recipe to bake my way out of my hole. Having chopped, mixed and poured the mixture into the cake tin I was left with that glorious moment: licking the bowl. However, as I took my first lick I was hit by a great sadness as I experienced a sharp twinge of guilt at the untold calories in the mixture and the memory of being a child completely unaware that there was any need to feel guilt at such a simple pleasure. Oh for the days before we realised that food was the enemy.
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Our bodies, ourselves
A review of rape alarms over on Shiny Shiny got me thinking. I've never carried one. It has occurred to me that I should get one. I live in a not too swanky area of London and I walk home from the bus stop alone late at night. Sometimes, quite worse for wear. So why aren't I carrying a rape alarm?
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Health & Beauty
I'm terrified of the dentist. Absolutely terrified. It took a kick up the ass (in email form) from fellow editor Robyn to convince me to go when I had toothache a little while ago. I actually cried in the dentist's chair. But in reality, things were much better than I'd imagined they would be. And this is often the case. But the fact is, women aren't forward about going to see a health professional and explaining their problems. We'll often do what we can to avoid it. And I don't think that this is entirely our fault.
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Our bodies, ourselves
This last couple of days, I've had pretty awful PMT. I cried at One Tree Hill for goodness sake. And honestly, I'm just feeling a little bit down in the dumps. Robyn wrote a little while ago about the evil PMT monster rearing its ugly head, but what do you do when you're feeling sorry for yourself? What do you do to give yourself a little pick-me up?
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Our bodies, ourselves
It's safe to say I'm fairly well stacked in the breast department. And I think that's a good thing! I'm not adverse to wearing low cut tops and showing off 'the girls'. But here's the thing. Whilst I think there's a difference between an appreciative glance and blatant leering, I don't think you can blame a guy for staring at your tits if your top is nearly down to your belly button.
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Women's "Ishoos"
We've already sounded off about the patronising myths perpetuated by 'lady' advertising; pointless footage of menstruating women blithely undertaking everyday pursuits like skydiving, rollerskating and holding loud conversations about their bowel movements in cafes.
But spare a thought for what the poor women of the 1930s had to go through when Aunt Flo came to stay.
First they had to hoist on a big nappy, then attach it to a special belt, then wash their hands in a silver bowl while looking in the mirror at midnight under a waning gibbous moon...
Well, probably not that last bit. But it was a bit complicated.
Luckily Kotex put out this brochure to help womenkind educate its daughters about the process.
Called 'Marjorie May's Twelfth Birthday', this curious vintage piece has been documented in its glory by Flickr user wiebe_ben. Take a look! And then give your nice, low-maintenance modern products a cuddle. Or um, maybe not.
But you might want to check out the Dollymix review of the Mooncup - the eco-friendly sanitary solution.
Via BoingBoing.
Health & Beauty
That Tampax Pearl advert is really getting my goat at the moment. What's the heck is it on about? "I invented pearl!" "Not that pearl, this pearl!" What? Erm... I'm confused. Not only confused, but really really bored of 'lady adverts'. Why are they so patronising?
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Beauty myths
At 2pm today Dove.co.uk will premiere their new short film, Intuition, which aims to broaden women's judgments of each other.
In the film, women are shown footage of other women they don't know, and are invited to comment. After making this film Dove commissioned research into women and the compliments they received:
- 15% of women never receive comments about their appearance
- 19% only rarely receive them
- 6% of women only hear negative comments from their mothers
- 92% of women admit they take comments they receive to heart
Check out the film over at the Dove website, which will be the latest in the Dove film series. There's already a brilliant one called Evolution showing how a perfectly pretty woman is made up and PhotoShopped to look "commercial ready".
Our bodies, ourselves
I have a friend who doesn't get PMS.
She doesn't get period pains, either. Occasionally she'll put a hand on her belly, say "ooh, ouch" and then carry on as normal.
For two days a month, I hate her.
For two days a month, I'm a hate monster.
I'm not very good with dates and I am a fiery Latin type after all, so I don't always recognise PMS symptoms until after the event. But they have certain unique qualities.
Like the time I shouted at my boyfriend for asking if I'd seen his glass of water ("Have I seen your transparent container of clear liquid? No.").
Or the time I harrassed a caller via the magic of 1471 for erroneously dialling my number then hanging up ("What if I'd been an old woman?" I screeched).
But I'm lucky I'm not as bad as poor Marie Seward, whose PMS was so severe that it split up her marriage.
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Ethics
Over 80,000 Facebook users protested after the site banned certain photographs depicting breastfeeding.
The protesters signed an online petition, staged an online "nurse-in" and held a small demonstration outside Facebook HQ in California.
Facebook claims it was just following its policy to ban sexually explicit material (EG
photos showing exposed breasts with nipples).
So it's really an anti-nipple thing rather than an anti-breastfeeding thing, which I can understand.
I wouldn't particularly like to log in to be confronted by a page of nipples - there are plenty of other sites I can visit for that. But then nipples aren't nearly so offensive as constant super-pokes from people I haven't seen since primary school, so you know. Swings and roundabouts. I reckon Facebook should go easy on the lactivists.
What do you think?
Follow me over the jump to find out why males are on the decline...
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Today I experienced a bitter sweet memory of childhood. Having had a bad day, I decided that some baking would be a good way to cheer myself up, so delved into the Hummingbird Bakery cookbook and selected their chocolate brownie recipe to bake my way out of my hole. Having chopped, mixed and poured the mixture into the cake tin I was left with that glorious moment: licking the bowl. However, as I took my first lick I was hit by a great sadness as I experienced a sharp twinge of guilt at the untold calories in the mixture and the memory of being a child completely unaware that there was any need to feel guilt at such a simple pleasure. Oh for the days before we realised that food was the enemy.
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