This enthusiastic Sunday New York Times article on the enduring influence of riot grrrl takes the movement and its influence seriously, and heralds the era’s re-examination: “Two decades after its heyday, riot grrrl is beginning to formally take stock of itself,” writes Melena Ryzik. NYU, MoMA, now the New York Times… how much more crazy mainstream can ’90s feminism get?
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There’s a totally important new essay by Kathleen Hanna on her blog about what sucked about the ’90s, and how actually young ladies today who romanticize the ’90s (hi, Alix!) shouldn’t feel like they missed out on any super awesome party.
Go immediately to her blog and read the whole thing, but here’s one line: “I would hate for a new generation of artists to get stuck in the ‘Martyr Artist vs. Fucker Businessman’ binary like I did.”
She talks about how so many progressive people in the ’90s felt like they were betraying their cause/art/selves if they every, God forbid, made any money or achieved any kind of mainstream success. Why, she wonders, did everyone self-limit like that? Continue reading
The pretty new blog is here.
In the history of music, there may be more charming band footage than that shot of them in 2004-5 by Carmine Covelli, but I haven’t seen it.
The scenes of their band-bus dance-party, workout ritual, and Slipknot photo op are worth way more than the $16 it’s selling for at Oscilloscope. I just pre-ordered three. You can too. Here’s where to get it. And here’s to camouflaged pretzels!
The most ’90s woman of all time, Kathleen Hanna, did Our Hit Parade on Wednesday. She told the story of her relationship with the most ’90s song of all time, “Smells Like Teen Spirit,” and ended with a triumphant performance of that song combined with the most ’90s-woman song of all time, “Rebel Girl.” Continue reading
That date 12-11-10 reads like a countdown, and I am so counting down the minutes to Kathleen’s tribute show! Here’s the poster. And here’s what she says about it on her blog.
When Neal and I were first dating, we drove cross-country listening to Le Tigre and Julie Ruin. We bonded over our love of Bikini Kill fanzines.
Magically, not long after we moved to NYC together, we met Kathleen. Now he’s hosting her show, and I get to go to it.
P.S. This is not said enough, maybe because it’s sort of a pre-’90s thing to say, and maybe I should not say it either, but you guys — SHE LOOKS HOT ALL THE TIME. Like, swimming in a lake, or caught in a gusty wind, or babysitting, or after no sleep. She just can not help looking insanely hot no matter what. For real, it’s eerie.
The VMAs on Sunday were pretty great, especially the Eminem-Rihanna opening number. But that was not the first sexual assault consciousness raising to go down at the VMAs. Recently on her blog, Kathleen posted a clip of her husband, Adam Horovitz of the Beastie Boys, accepting a VMA in 1999 by rallying the audience to combat violence against women at shows like Woodstock ’99. The speech is really moving and so mind-blowingly brave, especially considering the year and the crowd. This is one of the many amazingly feminist moves by men in the ’90s (check out this gender-studies analysis of Kurt Cobain, for example) that show the impact of ’90s-style feminism on both men and women. I’m sorry, but for such a maligned decade, the ’90s were sort of awesome.