Girl Talk: The Pilot

So. Awkward. But note proto-’90s attempt to deconstruct the lyrics to “Electric Youth.”

There Have So Been Books About Female Sexuality in the Past 35 Years

In a recent piece in The Guardian, “Feminism in the 21st Century,” Zoe Williams claims that no one has talked seriously about female sexuality since the ’70s: “The last person to make any serious noise about female sexuality was Shere Hite; that was nearly 35 years ago.”

This is a claim I see all the time, and it’s starting to make me feel like I’m delusional.

J’Accuse, ’90s Pop Culture, for Making Me Forget the Good Times

Here’s a New York Times Magazine Lives piece I wrote about ’90s culture and junior high bullying: “Geekdom Revisited.” And here’s a mortifying page from the unearthed 1990 diary I mention in the piece:

Oh, Those Ladies With Their “Cool, Systematic Ambition.”

This Jon Pareles on Taylor Swift review suggests her fans are duped by her “clockwork professionalism,” and keep squealing even though she’s obviously playing them. As if ambition and professionalism are unbecoming in a musician and make her suspicious somehow. And as if smugness and insincerity have not been hallmarks of pretty much every pop star in the history of the world.

Rebecca Traister is So Smart

Her nuanced essay on SlutWalks in today’s New York Times Magazine puts all the “she asked for it” editorializing on recent news stories into perspective. She puts the Walks in context and points out something that has dawned on many ’90s women this year while reading about Rape Cops, D.S.K., etc.: “There is still no way for women to tell stories of sexual injustice that allows them to bypass character assassination.”

“For the Last Time I Did Not Lose My Virginity to Evan Dando”

I just came across this kind of awsome 2006 rant by Juliana Hatfield. An excerpt:

I’ve always been kind of proud of the fact that I didn’t succumb to any outside pressure, ever, to indulge in sexual intercourse, or blowjobs or anything—with the handsome, charming Evan Dando, or anyone else—until I was good and ready. You can’t take that away from me, Kevin Dean. And that is why I am setting the record straight: so you and all the other sorry-ass, lie-spreading, rumour- and hatemongering, Dig-reading shit-for-brains out there will shut up about all the stuff you know nothing about.

 

“To Whom It Concerns” by Darlene Connor

A great moment in ’90s womanhood. Via TeenageFilm.com.