All posts tagged: sexism

Amy Schumer is Not A Racist: On Good Jokes, Bad Jokes and The Wisdom To Know The Difference.

I am a creature of habit in all things, but most especially when it comes to TV. I have a few shows I love and it takes me a really long time to give a new one a chance. I make snap decisions- if you don’t get me at the pilot, it may be season 4 before I check back to see if you’ve stopped being awful. Anyway, everyone I knew and respected were getting quite embarrassingly effusive  about Inside Amy Schumer, so I decided to give it a whirl last night. I didn’t start from season 1. I knew enough about the show to know it was intensely topical, so I thought I’d save myself the faff of filtering all the jokes through the ‘current affairs’ of 2013. Instead, I decided to see what season 3 had to say for itself. Even before the opening credits of S3E1, I was won over by the brilliant, perfectly bonkers mind of the Funniest Woman Of Our Time.* I’m of course talking about the sketch on bottoms, …

The Friday Fun: June 12 2015

There’s no hard and fast rule that says that bad things can’t happen on a weekend. But in the same way we don’t dispute that most babies are born at night, or that most people named Alan are a bit odd, or that your luggage will never, ever be the first off the carousel after a long flight, we all know that most good things happen on Fridays, Saturdays and glorious Sunday afternoons. The weekend is here people, here are a few things to help you get into it. 1. This insanely good, mega-massive summer track by the Weeknd “Can’t Feel My Face”. It’s got all the good bits of a classic Michael Jackson hit, with all the modern musical extras we’ve come to expect. There’s a huge trend for new-music-sounding-like-old-music which I am absolutely here for. This one is a great example and a surprising (but not unwelcome) departure from the Weeknd’s usual 200 minute long sexy-time odysseys. 2. This opportunity for endless belly-laughs, by way of (arguably) the best news story to ever …

The Anti-Hot Men Ladies Auxiliary

I’m an innocent, God-fearing woman. I pray regularly, and give a fair amount of money to charity. I don’t bitch about people who don’t deserve it, I am very nice to all non-demonic animals (so, excluding cats, snakes, rodents and cows) and I always help old people carry their stuff. What I’m trying to say is I do not deserve to be put through the unnecessary and inappropriate visual stimulation offered by the sweaty hot men at my gym. Who do they think they are anyway? Strutting around with their biceps and quadriceps and..and..forceps or whatever, grunting and glistening. Right in my face like I’m supposed to just ignore it. Like I’m supposed to just sit there and take it. Obviously, it’s an invitation. You don’t come to a gym looking like that and exercising like that and not expect something- I know the rules of this game. I’m just supposed to concentrate on getting my ab workout done, am I,  when you’re doing your 99th pull up behind me and I can see every …

Don’t Expose Your Laps!

Nigerians who wish to join the Nigerian workforce are forced to give over a year of their lives to the service of their country by way of a state-mandated slavery  integration program known as the National Youth Service Corps (NYSC). I did mine last year at a government agency. I  did very little real work, which would have been less soul destroying if I hadn’t been required to be present all the time. But I was, and I spent hour after hour staring at the walls and slowly losing my mind. My supervisor felt strongly that  his primary purpose was  to critique my wardrobe choices and try to get me to attend the daily office prayer meeting. When I appealed to him to give me something (anything God please literally anything) to do, I was told that simply by sitting in an office environment, I was learning things. He was right, I learned LOTS of things. And I made a list. Contrary to everything you have been taught, the flat area created by the front …