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“The freaking pig in the freaking heels.”

That’s what Rebecca Traister found herself sputtering when she went looking through Details’ website for an article about men who are frustrated with their stay-at-home wives and found this photo:

The story it illustrates?

“Why Fat Is Back In Hollywood.”

Yes, Details chose to illustrate a story about how Hollywood is moving away from the human lollipop look for actresses in favor of such lardasses as Kristin Davis and Gretchen Mol . . . with a photo of a pig. In heels.

That right there tells you all you need to know about how fucked up body image is here in America.

Read Rebecca’s whole piece.

Hostile

Update: Jessica has some ideas about what you can do.

Claire Hoffman, a staff writer for the LA Times, got a little more than she bargained for when she took an assignment to write an article for the paper’s magazine about “Girls Gone Wild” founder Joe Francis:

Joe Francis, the founder of the “Girls Gone Wild” empire, is humiliating me. He has my face pressed against the hood of a car, my arms twisted hard behind my back. He’s pushing himself against me, shouting: “This is what they did to me in Panama City!”

It’s after 3 a.m. and we’re in a parking lot on the outskirts of Chicago. Electronic music is buzzing from the nightclub across the street, mixing easily with the laughter of the guys who are watching this, this me-pinned-and-helpless thing.

Francis isn’t laughing.

He has turned on me, and I don’t know why. He’s going on and on about Panama City Beach, the spring break spot in northern Florida where Bay County sheriff’s deputies arrested him three years ago on charges of racketeering, drug trafficking and promoting the sexual performance of a child. As he yells, I wonder if this is a flashback, or if he’s punishing me for being the only blond in sight who’s not wearing a thong. This much is certain: He’s got at least 80 pounds on me and I’m thinking he’s about to break my left arm. My eyes start to stream tears.

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This Is Why Elizabeth Hasselbeck’s Little Meltdown Matters

I had some good fun snickering at Elizabeth Hasselbeck’s little hissyfit on The View about Plan B, where she ranted about how immoral it was and Barbara Walters had to remind her to listen to other people and be calm.

And there were some people (not just here) who questioned whether she’d actually said “life begins at penetration” (she didn’t, but it was a fair characterization of her argument) and whether we weren’t being a little too hard on her. And, after all, does it matter? It’s just a silly TV show.

But here’s why her rant matters: she’s spreading misinformation and lies to a national TV audience that’s already sadly ignorant about the way Plan B (and their bodies) work:

Some depressing results of a survey of women’s knowledge about emergency contraception:
* Only one in five women knows about EC.
* One-third of those women confuse Plan B with RU-486, the abortion pill.
* Less than 8 percent of women really understand how EC works and when it should be used.

It’s no wonder women are confusing Plan B with RU-486. It’s something that reporters and researchers certainly have a hard time getting right.

For the record…
Plan B can be taken up to 72 hours after sex, and works by preventing pregnancy. If a woman who takes Plan B is already pregnant, it does not cause an abortion.
Mifeprex (RU-486) is taken between 3 and 10 weeks after a woman is confirmed to be pregnant, and causes an abortion.

If women don’t know these things, I wonder how clueless most men are?

The research also contained some insight into women’s opinions about Plan B:
* 76% think EC will reduce the number of unplanned pregnancies
* 21% think EC is immoral
* 44% think it will increase unprotected sex

Sigh.

The reason I say that Gawker’s characterization of Hasselbeck’s arguments as “life begins at penetration” (or, as Amanda puts it, “Sperm Magic”) is fair is that, in order for her to maintain that Plan B is an abortifacient and thus immoral, she has to either be mistaken about the way conception/fertilization/pregnancy actually work and thus is ignorantly arguing that conception occurs instantaneously (and thus Plan B acts as an abortifacient) — or else she knows damn well that it doesn’t work that way and she’s deliberately eliding Plan B and RU-486 to create the impression that they do the same thing.

I’m going to guess it’s the former, because she’s no doctor or pharmacist — and there are plenty of doctors and pharmacists who do the latter even though they should know better.

It matters because there’s a war on contraception being waged right now, and it depends on the kind of misinformation generated by those doctors and pharmacists (and crisis pregnancy centers) and spread by useful tools like Elizabeth Hasselbeck, who has a TV show that reaches millions of women every day. And not all of them are the kind of lunatic who thinks that Planned Parenthood promotes bestiality. Many are simply uninformed about the way their bodies work. They know they don’t want to have unwanted pregnancies, but maybe they don’t feel so comfortable with the idea that they might be aborting a pregnancy.

And let’s also not forget that Plan B is really no more than a high-dose version of standard oral contraceptives. If we allow the lie that Plan B is an abortifacient to spread and to take hold in the mind of the public, we will find ourselves having to defend oral contraceptives from open attack. Do we really want that?

ETA: Page Rockwell at Salon has more.

Dammit, Barbara! Life Begins at Penetration!

From Gawker, an amusing tale of a wingnut losing her shit on The View over Plan B:

It’s rare that The View’s resident pretty-but-dumb blonde Elisabeth Hasselbeck says more than 3 seconds worth of right-wing drivel, but when she does, it’s out of passion. Today the ladies (with special guest co-host Lisa Loeb) discussed the over-the-counter availability of morning-after pill Plan B, and of course this sent young Hasselbeck into a tizzy of earnest “life begins at penetration” arguments, getting herself so worked up that her voice slipped into the trying-not-to-cry quiver. Den mother Barbara Walters eventually had to step in and calm the girl down; after the segment, we’re certain that Hasselbeck stomped off to her room and slammed the door. “You’ll never understand me, Barbara! I hate this family! I can’t wait till I go to college and get away from you people!”

Be sure to watch the video.

Kinda makes you miss Star Jones.

Watching Beirut Die

Anthony Bourdain, celebrity chef, arrived in Beirut not too long ago with a camera crew to shoot footage for his Discovery Travel Channel show, No Reservations. His aim was to show the revival of Beirut’s cultural and culinary life after years of war and occupation. Unfortunately, things didn’t turn out as expected, as he writes in Salon:

Then, in the blink of an eye, everything went sideways: Relaxed smiles froze and disappeared. Suddenly, there was the sound of automatic weapons firing randomly in the air from a nearby neighborhood. And fireworks. Then cars — a few of them — teenage kids, women and adults, some leaning out the windows and waving Hezbollah flags and flashing the “V” for victory sign, celebrating what we were told, after a few quick cellphone calls, was the grabbing of two Israeli soldiers. Our fixer, a Sunni; Ali, a Shiite; and “Marwan,” a Christian, who’d just minutes ago been pointing proudly at the mural — all three looked down in embarrassment, a look of sorrow, shame and then resignation on their faces. Someone muttered “assholes” bitterly. They knew — right away — what was going to happen next.

Be sure to read the whole thing.

Is this why tigtog is always humming “Mandy”?

A park in suburban Sydney uses very loud Manilow music to disperse loiterers, and it pisses the neighbors off:

In a move reminiscent of U.S. efforts to drive former Panama strongman Manuel Noriega from the Vatican Embassy where he took refuge in 1989, the local council in Rockdale, in Sydney’s southern suburbs, started a six-month trial of high-volume hits by Manilow and Doris Day to chase away car enthusiasts who were gathering on weekend nights at Cook Park Reserve.

“Barry’s our secret weapon,” Rockdale Deputy Mayor Bill Saravinovski told The Daily Telegraph newspaper, four weeks after the start of the effort. “It seems to be working.”

But some people living near the park are less than enthralled. They say the barrage of “Copacabana,” “Could It Be Magic” and “Que Sera Sera,” blasting from 9 p.m. to midnight every Friday, Saturday and Sunday is driving them crazy.

“I don’t know how I will cope,” said Moya Dunn, describing how the songs have invaded her house. “I just can’t sleep when it’s on, and to think there’s going to be another six months of this.”

Now, this wounds me in a way. I have a soft spot for Barry Manilow, having grown up in the 70s. I remember being in Sarah Deweese’s bedroom way the fuck up the hill, singing “Copacabana.” I still like “Copacabana.” In fact, I’d like to go dance there, since they do up big dance nights. But, you know, Barry’s not everyone’s cup of tea:

“The initial reaction was that they found it irritating,” Saravinovski said. “I’m not disputing what the residents are saying. I can’t swallow some of the tracks like `Mandy.’

Local officials are at least turning down the volume. In the meantime, we’re monitoring tigtog for signs of faded feathers in her hair, as the hoyden-about-town sits there so refined and drinks herself half blind.

Higher Standards, Once Again.

Michelle Wie is all of 16 years old. She’s a pro golfer, and she’s been trying for a year or so — since she was 15 — to qualify for a number of professional men’s tournaments. She just failed to qualify for the John Deere Classic, which makes her 0-5 in her bids for spots on men’s tournaments.

She also hasn’t qualified for any LPGA tournaments, something which her critics point to when they gripe that she doesn’t belong in pro golf, certainly not the men’s tour.

“She just said, ‘I’m going to withdraw,'” said Jeff Gove, one of Wie’s playing partners. “Which was good because she was holding us up again.”

People like Gove – and there are plenty – simply don’t get it. Yes, Wie missed yet another cut on the PGA Tour when heat exhaustion forced her out of the John Deere Classic on Friday, making her 0-for-5 when she plays with the big boys. And no, she hasn’t won on the LPGA Tour yet.

Gove, frankly, sounds a lot like that guy who pissed and moaned about Danica Patrick‘s Indy 500 run last year — even though she beat his ass fair and square. She didn’t win, but she outdrove her critic, placing fourth overall (that didn’t stop his whinging).

But here’s the thing: Wie is 16 years old. 16. And for all the salivating over Tiger Woods, he didn’t qualify for a pro tournament until he was 19 (and he just lost out of one major tournament or another). So, already we have her being held to a higher standard than Tiger Woods, who was undoubtedly held to a higher standard than white players (and certainly wasn’t immune from stupid “fried chicken and watermelon” cracks from commentators and the golf old guard).

But Wie, by all accounts, is even better at 16 than Woods was.

Like Tiger Woods, Michael Jordan and LeBron James, Wie is one of those spectacular talents who comes around once in a generation. She has a naturally sweet swing that other pros spend hours trying to master, and the length to hang with the men. Her irons and short game are coming along nicely, though her putting still needs some work. When it comes to composure and steely focus, she could teach men and women a decade older a thing or two.

. . .

“She’s better than Tiger was at 16,” said Joe Ogilvie, the second-round leader at the Deere Classic. “I played with Tiger, and Tiger wasn’t this good.

“Everybody is like, `Win, win, win,'” Ogilvie added. “She’s 16. Chill out. Once she gets to winning, you’ll get sick of her winning.”

And, again, she’s still younger than James, Jordan or Woods was when they broke out (though someone who knows more about basketball than I do can tell me whether Jordan could have played in the pros while he was in college, since drafting right out of high school wasn’t done then). She might not be getting this kind of pressure if she had stayed in the juniors or the LPGA tour, but she’s daring to challenge men, so she’s held to a higher standard.

What’s interesting is that her presence on the men’s tour is stirring up interest in even the relatively obscure tournaments, which — despite what critics like Gove have to say — is good for the sport at a time when Woods is, well, a bit disappointing.

She also has a different way of doing things. Instead of learning to win on the junior circuit or staying put on the LPGA Tour, Wie has carved out her own niche. She wants to hone her game against the best and become a global icon, and the surest way to do both is by playing a mixture of men’s and women’s events.

That has rankled plenty, though. Many LPGA Tour players resent the attention she gets and what they see as free passes. Some on the PGA Tour think she’s taking spots away from a deserving journeyman or up-and-comer.

All of which misses the point. No matter where she plays, Wie is good for golf.

Played the week before the British Open, the Deere Classic is a smaller tournament that could easily go by unnoticed. Most of the big names are either in Europe or on their way there, leaving a field full of mostly anonymous guys scrambling to climb the money list.

Bring Wie in, though, and suddenly everybody pays attention.

“Having her brings the avid golf fan who understands she’s doing things no 16-year-old, certainly no woman has ever done, and the casual golf fan who knows her as one of the famous people in the world,” tournament director Clair Peterson said.

“She does what any event wants, and that’s bring more people.”

She’s even got male fans who’ll do body paint. I’ve seen this kind of phenomenon before, where female athletes capture the attention of male fans who appreciate the way they play the game. I went to UConn, where the men’s and women’s basketball teams began to gather national attention around the same time. They always had a local audience, and a rabid one at that (other than the Whalers, who blew out of town, Connecticut has no pro sports teams, and with something like 70% of UConn alumni living within an hour and a half of the Hartford Civic Center, there was a built-in audience). But still, the women’s team didn’t attract nearly the attention that the men’s team did — until they won the NCAA tournament in 1995. I graduated law school the next year and lived at home for a while, taking the bus into Hartford. During basketball season, the men on the bus would discuss the women’s game, since the women were having a far more electrifying experience at that point — the men in the mid-90s were a bit disappointing after their early 90s breakout (and prior to their late-90s success, where they caught up to the women).

So quitcher bitchin’, boys. Women are good for the game.

Someone’s Been Watching Too Much Footballers Wive$

Sigh. There really is nothing that can’t be blamed on women, is there?

From CNN/SI:

Wacky World Cup note: The soccer might be over, but not the strange goings-on. Monday brought reports that England’s Football Association might ban wives and girlfriends from attending future international tournaments. It seems that some are blaming England’s disappointing World Cup performance on the distractions caused by Posh Spice and other extremely thin yet well-endowed women. The group of wives and girlfriends was dubbed the Wags by, well, wags in the press. Among other feats in Germany, the Wags dropped about $105,000 in an hour’s worth of communal shopping and danced on tabletops after running up bar tabs of more than $700. Many of the Wags stayed together at the same hotel, which created what the linked story felicitously calls a “paparazzi honeypot.” For what it’s worth, the FA is denying the story.

Honestly, it sounds like the Bush twins were visiting Germany.

I realize that sports fans often look for any reason whatsoever that they can pin their team’s loss on, but, look. It’s not like these guys didn’t know what their wives and girlfriends were up to. And is the whole Posh and Becks thing really news to anyone at this point?

The best part is that the Guardian article doesn’t have any more concrete information than the SI snippet. It’s all based on rumor and innuendo, and as the guy from the FA pointed out, it’s a bit early to talk of banning anyone from tournament play when England hasn’t even qualified for the next tournament.

So an otherwise respectable newspaper runs a bunch of tabloid-worthy gossip that sounds like a bad plot idea for Footballers Wive$. Why? Because it’s so much easier to blame women than it is to accept that England just didn’t play as well as the team that beat them.

H/T: bmc90.