Annsley Chapman

Save the animals, exploit the women

Once more, PETA places politics above humanity.

As a staunch vegetarian who sobs over Pedigree commercials and makes a mean tofu salad, I sympathize with PETA’s dismay over people who make light of animal cruelty, though I personally won’t harp on meat eaters as long as they don’t make fun of me for bringing veggie burgers to their barbecue. But PETA’s questionable advertising tactics have given me and others at Broadsheet some indigestion in the past, as it sometimes confuses “nobly campaigning for animal rights” with “exploiting the ladies.”

When celeb gossip sites circulated pictures of Jessica Simpson sporting a tee that snottily declared, “Real Girls Eat Meat,” my first thoughts were “Ugh,” then “Get your mind out of the gutter” and, finally, “How long will it take PETA to formulate a petty, anti-woman response to a petty, anti-vegetarian statement?”

And PETA did not disappoint. Its official blog fired back with the headline “Top Five Reasons Only Stupid Girls Brag About Eating Meat.” Four of the reasons are informative and topical, but No. 4 gets my ethically raised goat:

“4. Meat will make you fat. All the saturated fat and cholesterol in chicken wings, pork chops, and steak eventually leads to flabby thighs and love handles. I hope the upcoming ‘Jessica Simpson’s Intimates’ line comes in plus sizes!”

Hmm, that voice sounds so familiar. “Skinny Bitch,” is that you? Wow, how’ve you been? Yeah, you must be busy. Promoting animal rights at the expense of women’s self-esteem sounds like a pretty full-time gig — so many meat-eating women to call fat and stupid, so little time. By the way, did you ever read those studies that found women are more than twice as likely to become vegetarians than men? So maybe name-calling and bitchy superiority aren’t the best way to recruit.

Can I get this abstinence message in a medium?

Kmart sells "True Love Waits" sweatpants but denies trying to promote the cause.

Teenage girls, have you been stumped for ways to broadcast your wholesome chastity to the world? Kmart feels your pain, and now features a junior line of “True Love Waits” sweats with a subtle message of abstinence stamped clear across the ass. Because if abstinence-only sex ed isn’t working in schools, maybe a comfy pair of cropped pants could broadcast the message.

The pants have caused a minor kerfuffle among, oh, anyone who takes issue with young girls pushing chastity with their booties. Kmart has professed ignorance of the product’s politics, releasing an official statement to the New York Daily News: “It is not our intent to associate with any one particular group or cause.”

Which explains why the product overview on the Web site includes the fact that the pants have a “bold abstinence screen print.” I can sum up my reaction to Kmart’s feigned neutrality by paraphrasing another graphic message in Kmart’s juniors section: “I see your lips moving, but all I hear is Blah Blah Blah.”

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Are women bad at friendship?

One article bemoans a glut of quarrels and BFF-advice books. But maybe catfights just sell.

The Los Angeles Times is deeply concerned about the nationwide trend of superficially amicable (but secretly toxic) friendships between women.

“Nowadays, the notion of link-armed Laverne and Shirley has been replaced by Paris glaring at Nicole. Or Heidi Montag refusing to be photographed within spitting distance of ex-BFF Lauren Conrad. Lindsay Lohan reportedly snapped at Ashley Olsen with the ferocity of a lioness last week in New York, when the starlet approached Lohan’s new BFF, Samantha Ronson. But perhaps it’s all for the better. Maybe these feuding and fiercely protective friends make more accurate role models than those musty, bygone tokens of sisterhood.”

Wait, my bad. The L.A. Times is concerned about Lindsay and Paris! We could debate the blithe correlation between relationships among regular women and the overblown, overchoreographed spats between spoiled Hollywood celebrities — but first, where did I put my coke pants?

The article goes on to point out the increasing number of books about spiteful girly friendships (last year’s “The Friend Who Got Away,” for instance). But it misses the point: Bitchiness isn’t necessarily more prevalent (is there a catfight census we should know about?), bitchiness just sells. Meanwhile, young girls who could once identify with the female camaraderie in “The Baby-Sitters Club” and on “Friends” are now glued to prime-time soaps devoted to fickle vacillations between vapid rich girls on “The Hills” and “Gossip Girl.” Even shows like “Grey’s Anatomy,” which praises the bond between Meredith Grey and Christina Yang, still peddle plenty of husband and boyfriend swiping.

For every Tina Fey vehicle that champions mutual respect and admiration among women, there are a hundred trumped-up examples of an ongoing catfight between famous women. Leighton Meester, one of the two actresses on the famously bitchy “Gossip Girl,” recently rebuffed rumors that she was engaged in a cold war with fellow costar (and on-screen frenemy) Blake Lively:

“I was just reading something about, like, how Natalie Portman and Scarlett Johansson didn’t get along [on the set of "The Other Boleyn Girl"],” says Leighton. “Why don’t they say that George Clooney and Brad Pitt don’t get along? It’s always the girls.”

Remind me to invite Leighton over when “Baby Mama” comes out on DVD.

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Does that Vera Wang come in two-ply?

As lavish weddings get more over-the-top (doggy veils?), a few crafty brides make their special dress from toilet paper.

Full disclosure: I’ve written for several wedding magazines in the past, stringing together phrases like “luxe tulle skirt,” “spirited black and white photography” and “rose-festooned balconettes” for the anxious consumption of female readers who have been instructed by writers like me that the fortitude and happiness of their marriage hinge on lavish wedding ceremonies outfitted with 6-foot-high arbors made entirely of orchids. The flip side of this shiny coin, however, is that if they do buy in to this fantasy, they are mocked for being mindless Bridezillas, stupid enough to shell out hundreds of thousands of dollars for a glorified theme party. (In a recession, no less!) That’s the case in Jennifer 8. Lee’s New York Times blog post from the luxury bridal convention known as the Wedding Salon, where she brings us such admittedly crazy details as this: “Not content with ice sculptures anymore, weddings are ordering martini bars made entirely of ice. And lest you not forget the pet, Ms. Byron said she has been seeing doggy wedding veils and dresses for pets who are incorporated into the wedding.” But there’s good news: The bridal-industrial complex has its own kryptonite — toilet paper wedding gowns! For half the cost of a midweek grocery trip, 10 women undermined the concept that weddings are about spending tons of money and then getting mocked for it (clearly weddings are about the open bar). All the dresses were constructed out of no more than 16 rolls, which, incidentally, is the amount of T.P. needed to wipe away the load of crap that the wedding industry dumps on women each year.

Women’s studies, still alive and fist-shaking

Reports of the department's death may have been greatly exaggerated.

Recent reports have sounded the death knell for women’s studies programs, citing dwindling graduates when compared to the halcyon days of protests and consciousness-raising. “Is [feminism] irrelevant in today’s world,” The Independent wondered, “or has the quest for equality hit the mainstream?” Cultural critic Angela McRobbie even opined in the Guardian that feminism has evolved into a private passion rather than a viable academic pursuit.

Eventually the Independent got the fine idea to actually interview someone within a women’s studies department. As the head of a thriving women’s studies department at Ruskin College, Louise Livesey had read about the apparent irrelevance of campus feminism, and boy, was she singing a different tune:

“It’s not true that it’s died,” she says. “I was very surprised the courses that are still running were rendered invisible, purely because it’s a better story if you can proclaim the subject dead rather than just struggling. There’s been a lot of comment about women’s studies no longer being needed because times have moved on — but actually the subject has moved on, too.”

Unfortunately, few voices in the media have drawn a correlation between the apparent lack of interest in women’s studies and the fact that the departments are often woefully underfunded and ignored by universities at large — undermining the theory that we live in a postfeminist world where women’s issues enjoy equal treatment. But it’s much easier to interpret the current state of feminist departments as a sign of their superfluousness rather than a sign that the sexism that makes them necessary still abounds.

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Best reason to cab it: The subway groper

Freddie Johnson was arrested 53 times for rubbing against women on mass transit.

How was everyone’s commute this morning? Did you get a seat on the subway? Smell any new and exciting body odors? Well, at least you didn’t get molested by The Subway Rat, who was arrested in New York City for the 53rd time after pelvis-grinding a female commuter last week.

Freddie Johnson has appeared in court so often for rubbing against women on the subway that his records brand him as a “recidivist transit grinder.” He recently escaped a lifelong prison sentence after a judge ruled in favor of releasing him back into society under heavy surveillance. Unfortunately, Johnson wasted little time before grinding against another commuter in front of plainclothes cops, forcing authorities to weigh the merits of placing him in an expensive civil confinement center for the remainder of his life.

Exhibitionists have an extremely high rate of re-offense, but as the article notes, aren’t likely to fall into more violent patterns like rape or assault. Petty but compulsive criminals like Johnson expose the holes in our underfunded, under-staffed remedial system that lets small-time offenders slip through the cracks. Is it worth the time, tax dollars, and limited space to lock away a “transit grinder” when rapists and child molesters are released into society every day for lack of better reformatory programs? It seems a little draconian to slap someone with a lifelong confinement for grinding against strangers. Until it’s time to board the subway back home. Can I move to Missouri yet?

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