Julia Furlan

Brazil’s tempest in a minidress

A scantily clad student causes a riot at a Sao Paulo university that results in her being expelled -- temporarily

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From this side of the equator, it seems like sex is one of Brazil’s biggest exports, in ideology if not in actual market share. In the United States, Brazil is the land of bikinis (and their waxes), booty dancing, Carnaval and sex tourism. (Full disclosure: I’m Brazilian.) So we can all nod knowingly now that the Oct. 22 scandal at a São Paulo University has international press buzzing, blogging and jabbering: Brazil? Check. Sex? Check. Blonde in a hot pink minidress? Double check.

The cellphone video (posted below) of Geisy Arruda walking through the halls of Bandeirante University in São Paulo captures the kind of walk of shame that strikes fear into the heart of every woman who has stood in front of a dressing room mirror, trying to imagine what would be said about the hemline of a piece of clothing. (“Are you there, god? It’s me, Julia. Is this H&M miniskirt too short?”) Arruda was forced to leave the school escorted by police, her pink minidress covered by a borrowed lab coat, as an atrium of 700 students chanted “puta, puta, puta” with vigor. (That’s “whore, whore, whore” for the uninitiated.) “I was humiliated not only in school, but all of Brazil saw my videos. They tried to put cell phones in between my legs, inside my dress. This can’t happen to a woman, not with me or with anyone else,” Arruda told a reporter from Globo TV.

Initially, the university expelled Arruda and suspended 10 people allegedly involved in the incident. According to one of her lawyers, Nehemias Melo, the university forced her to go through a three-hour deposition, where she was asked super-relevant questions about whether or not she was sexually active. “What kind of education is provided by a university that expels a student for the way she dresses yet grants impunity to 700 other students?” Melo questioned.

Brazil’s Ministry of Education immediately opened an investigation into the expulsion and gave the university 10 business days to explain fully. Quoth the university’s legal counsel: “It’s not the clothes. It’s the attitude that Geisy had, for example of going upstairs and stopping in the middle of the hall, lifting her skirt.” University representatives were quoted on Sunday in their best legalese, stating that she “was on the premises wearing inadequate garments,” and that “on the day of the event, the student took a longer route [around the school] and increased her visibility.”

Monday, it seems the game changed so that Arruda and the minidressed masses can breathe a sigh of relief. Accompanied by four lawyers, Arruda gave a press conference: “I felt guilty, like trash. I felt this because the university put me in that situation, of thinking that I was guilty of all of the rioting. In truth, I was very scared. I was a victim of the situation.” Likely in response to investigations opened by several federal and civil organizations, the university revoked its previously “irrevocable” decision to expel Arruda. She has said she will finish the year and take her exams in order to not lose money, but will attend a different university as of the end of the school year. On Monday, a wall at the university was found marked with the words “prejudice university.” I’ll say.

Stereotypes about Brazilian sexual exuberance aside, it’s almost unfathomable to think that one minidress could have students storming the proverbial Bastille, and pulling themselves up to high windows for a peek. Now, how is this Brazilian girl supposed to squeeze into the ruffled black miniskirt I’ve owned for months and never worn? Proudly is how. Still, it’s a surreal, medieval and scary world out there, and a miniskirt isn’t going to change that.

(Fast-forward to 0:31 to see cellphone video footage of the riot.)

Women (and affordable rent) only

The rules at New York's female-only residences may be old-school, but so is the rent

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There is a scene in everyone’s favorite nun movie, “Sister Act 2,” when Whoopi Goldberg’s character — a lounge singer on the run — is escorted to her new room at the convent where she will be hiding out. Her two (legit) nun counterparts have promised that the room holds a big surprise. “What did you put in it? A bidet?” Ah, the hope of the innocent. “Curtains!” shout her friends, and the camera pans around a small, stark and dreary room.

This is almost exactly the scene I imagine every time a friend of mine mentions her housing situation, at the Jeanne D’Arc residence on the West side of Manhattan. The reality is that instead of austere, convent-like surroundings, the rooms are chaste and frilly, decorated with what seems like an entire botanical garden of flowered things.

Thursday’s New York Times story on women’s residences highlights the old-world nature of these group homes: strict women-only policies and complicated admittance processes function to keep the areas — if not the residents — protected from the loose morals and dangers of … 2009? If the ideals seem old-fashioned, the fortunate thing for the ladies who live (and lunch) at these homes, is that the rent is, too. Ranging from an astounding $355 to $1,000 with two meals a day included, the women’s residences are a steal straight out of the past, especially when rent at comparable locations can balloon to $3,000 per month and beyond.

The history of these residences is dotted with celebrity — people from Sylvia Plath to Liza Minnelli passed through on their way to fame — but it’s laughable to imagine Jessica Simpson or Paris Hilton click-clacking through the lobby on their cell phones. Alas, no matter how many modelettes totter by in $500 heels, an address does not a hip sushi lounge make. But that is what the various women’s residences offer: an address.

No matter how easy it is to recognize that a “beau parlor” — a room designated for chaperoned male visitors — is antiquated, women’s residences are a solution to the problem of housing not only in New York, but countrywide. It’s often difficult to strike a balance between safety and price. For some, leaving your room key at the front desk every time you leave your building is worth not having to check over your shoulder, and, for less than $1,000, just as cheap.

“You smoke?” one of the nuns asked my friend when she saw her outside lighting up. “Yep,” my friend answered sheepishly. She was hoping that the nuns wouldn’t kick her out, as smoking is strictly forbidden on the premises. “I’ll pray for you,” the nun said, and when my friend told me about it she just shrugged: “at least somebody is praying for me.”

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Gang-raped at the school dance

The unspeakable happens to a 15-year-old California girl

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No matter how many debates we have about whether sexting or offensive T-shirts mean the proverbial sky is falling for our youth, some stories just make you shudder for today’s kids: Saturday night, a 15-year-old high school student in Richmond, Calif., was brutalized and gang-raped in front of a group on school premises after she left a homecoming dance.

When police arrived on the scene, they chased several boys off the scene and apprehended 19-year-old Manuel Ortega, a former student of Richmond High School. The 15-year-old girl was found, shirtless and unconscious under a cement picnic table, and was airlifted to the hospital in critical condition. Reports say the assault went on for as long as two hours, with a crowd of up to 15 people watching. Since Saturday, another 15-year-old boy has been arrested for his participation in the crime.

The hows and the whys of a case like this haunt the minds of parents and children countrywide: How did police and school administrators monitoring the dance miss this? When did high school students become so unafraid, so violent? How is this girl going to put her life back together?

At 100,000-plus inhabitants, Richmond isn’t too big, but it’s not too small, either. It could be the setting for an idyllic suburban childhood, or it could be the kind of place where unspeakable things can happen to a 15-year-old girl and the initial outcry fades away after a few months. Perhaps the most haunting question in this story is this: How can we change the way our boys and girls grow up so that gang rape and assault are not a part of their stories? 

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Who you calling fat? Nicole Eggert strikes back

The "Baywatch" star hits the beach with a satirical video and a few extra pounds. Female empowerment or PR stunt?

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If it’s difficult to look trim standing at the bar in Spanx and heels, imagine how hard it is to pull off a bikini while running in slow motion. Nicole Eggert spent years on “Baywatch” ensuring that both the coastline and the high-cut one-piece were safe.

Since her days as Roberta “Summer” Quinn, Eggert put on some weight, and in the grand tradition of tabloids, was recently criticized for it. But in a new tradition — thanks to celebrities like Tyra Banks, Kelly Clarkson and Jennifer Love Hewitt — she shot back. Eggert took to the beach armed with a red two-piece and the comedy website FunnyOrDie.com.

The video (below) shows two notably doughy guys attempting to pull off the hot lifeguard-CPR plot that has entertained male psyches from “The Sandlot” onward. Eggert jogs toward the boys as the camera zooms in on every trans fat and neglected ab workout. The result? The boys ditch their plan — see, cause she’s not hot anymore — and the audience gets an eyeful of an actress who isn’t nearly as obese as the closeups try to make her appear.

“Is this because I’m fat?” she asks the guys as they wave her away. But then, they’re seized by cramps and call her back. Watching as they float face-down, she delivers the punch line: “Call me fat!” and leaves them to their doom.

The video would seem — well, if not terribly witty, then at least a nice dose of female empowerment, a move that simultaneously strikes a blow toward the tyranny of the paparrazi and places Eggert back in the public eye on her own terms. But news that Eggert has signed on for the latest season of VH1′s “Celebrity Fit Club,” in the company of other “celebrities,” their egos and their love handles, makes the video feel a little less awesome and a little more like a publicity stunt. When Eggert was a size 2, she was fading into obscurity. In our weight-obsessed, tabloid-guzzling society, is it possible that the path to a comeback is paved with jelly donuts? Hard to say. But hey, if tabloids are going to make their bones off women who have the temerity to gain a few extra pounds — shouldn’t women profit, too? 

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