Is the B-Word Still Insulting?
When it’s popping up in the name of network TV shows, it’s time to cross it off the list of curse words.
By Erica Palan
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In 1997, Meredith Brooks released her only real hit single, "Bitch." The Lilith Fair ladies ate it up with a spoon and the song became an anthem of female empowerment. To a pre-teen Catholic school girl in Northeast Philly, this was the most scandalous thing I had ever heard. Tour the Bandstand Studios
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There's no better way to remember dearly departed Dick Clark than visiting his old (Bristol) stomping grounds. On Saturday between noon and 3 p.m., you can tour the old Bandstand studios. Bring your boogie shoes. [Inquirer] The 6 Ugliest Pieces of Public Art in Philly
Including the newly installed Barnes Totem and those creepy people at 16th and Vine.
By Erica Palan
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Philadelphia has more outdoor sculpture than any city in the country. This is the kind of fact we Philadelphians like to trot out when we have tourists in town. (Usually between the requisite cheesesteak and Rocky visit.) What we don't mention is that a lot of that public art is downright ugly—including the newest addition to our cultural landscape, the Barnes Totem. Here, a list of other pieces that make our eyes burn and our visitors swoon. Feel free to add your own favorite visual travesties in the comments.
Two Firefighters Killed in Kensington
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A five-alarm blaze tore through the abandoned Thomas Buck Hosiery Factory, located near the intersection of Jasper and York Streets at 3:30 this morning. Embers caused the fire to spread to a nearby discount furniture store where five firefighters were working. Two firefighters were killed and the other three were taken to Temple University Hospital for injuries. The Fire Department had the blaze under control around 5:30 a.m. and officials are closely monitoring the remaining warehouse, which may be in danger of collapse. A press conference with Mayor Nutter is scheduled for 12:30 p.m. More as this story develops. [6ABC]
Katniss Everdeen Is a Strong Female Protagonist. So What?
Women aren’t helping themselves earn equality by pretending that tough female characters are anything other than the norm.
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Over the weekend, the New York Times ran yet another piece about the strength of Katniss Everdeen, the female protagonist in the hugely popular Hunger Games series. (For more on Katniss's strength, check out Wired, HuffPo, and every feminist blog ever.)
The Most Disgusting Thing to Do in Philadelphia? Ride SEPTA
Vomit and feces and urine—oh my!
By Erica Palan
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On Friday evening, SEPTA reached a deal with transit police to end the nine-day strike. Safety on public transit is great and all, but after what happened to me on the 48 bus this week, I'm less concerned with violence than I am with contracting a communicable disease. Tom Corbett’s “Close Your Eyes” Comment Wasn’t That Offensive
Well, maybe it was. But the Republican war on women is so exhausting that I can’t bother to feel enraged anymore.
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There go the Republicans again—insulting women. In case you missed the most recent idiotic thing to come out of a GOP member’s mouth, on Thursday, Pennsylvania Governor Tom Corbett insulted the female population by responding to a question about a bill that would require ultrasounds for women seeking to have abortions. He said, “I don’t know how you make anybody watch, OK? Because you just have to close your eyes. As long as it’s on the exterior and not the interior.”
The Erin Express Turns Philly Into a Disgusting Frat Party
Yearly drink-’til-you-pass-out events suck the fun out of St. Patrick’s Day.
By Erica Palan
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When did St. Patrick’s Day turn into a celebration of debauchery? When I was growing up in Northeast Philly, St. Patrick’s Day usually meant someone’s mom would make Irish potatoes and we’d be allowed to add green accessories to our Catholic school uniforms. Now that I am an adult, St. Patrick’s Day means hopping over puddles of puke on Spring Garden Street, dodging stumbling girls on too-high heels dressed in neon green spandex short shorts, and defending myself against drunken frat guys (or former frat guys) in kelly green polo shirts and flip flops who think that calling each other “bitch” will somehow entice women to make out with them.
























