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Monday, July 20, 2015

Last month, when I officially introduced my 18K gold and platinum barbed wire ankle bracelets, I said it was time for leg jewelry to heat up. I wrote:

“While anklets have been around since ancient times and are still a perennial in some cultures, in the U.S. they’ve gone in and out of fashion. I say they’re due for a big, fine-jewelry comeback! In recent years, ‘arm parties‘ of bracelets; ‘finger parties‘ of rings; hand jewelry; ears full of studs, earring jackets, ear climbers and ear cuffs; layers and layers of necklaces; and body chains. Every body part has been loaded with jewelry except for the leg. The poor leg. THINK OF THE LEG FOR GOD’S SAKE!”

Naturally, when I saw this tweet from Elle a month later, I went on high alert.


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When I clicked on Elle’s link, however, I found myself in a dull gallery of celebrity styles: “Celebrities on (Permanent) Vacation.” I don’t know why I’m always fooled by this kind of tweet from the old-media fashion magazines. I see something like this Zoe Kravitz tweet and click on the link thinking I’m going to a cool little story on her look, but I wind up in a generic photo gallery where I have to click through at least one page — but often more — to get to the tweeted image, which usually has no additional information. Practically every big monthly publication is guilty of this, and it’s even more inconvenient on mobile than it is on a website, so, social-media editors, to quote my designing friend Stacy Lomman, “Thank you very little. You’ve been a tremendous lack of help.”

Anyway, to make it easier for you, here is the leg look Elle was tweeting about.


Click and you might get to the photo in the slideshow. On the other foot, it’s a slideshow and old photos get lost.

I’ve got no other information on the chains, because, like I said, there’s no story, but it’s a pretty fabulous look. On the other hand (or foot), it’s probably too extreme for non-celebrity types, so I still recommend going with my totally wearable anklet.


The silver anklet seen on Eryn Patton. She wears it every day! Click to shop.

Expect to see more leg, ankle and foot jewelry next year. Remember that this June, the Wall Street Journal did a story on the comeback of hoop earrings; my prediction of a renewed interest in hoops was posted in July 2014. Just sayin’!

Sunday, July 19, 2015

In case you missed it, here’s what was on the blog this week.

Friday, July 17, 2015

Today is World Emoji Day, and if you’ve been wondering why, check the date on the calendar emoji*.


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According to Emojipedia, July 17 was selected because iCal for Mac was announced at MacWorld Expo on July 17, 2002. The calendar emoji, in turn, inspired Emojipedia founder Jeremy Burge to declare World Emoji Day. And what’s the purpose of World Emoji Day? A bit of fun, basically.


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For me, it’s a good day to put two of my newest emoji earring designs on my website. You’ve already had a preview of them, but now you can actually buy the Tupac-inspired Westside emoji earring …

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$35 for a single silver stud. Click to purchase.

… and its counterpart, the Eastside emoji.


$35 for a single silver stud. Click to purchase.

Of course, the Westside gang sign, strangely beloved by white frat boys, and the less-popular Eastside are not official emojis. But I’ve always stayed ahead of the Unicode consortium, which creates emojis, by providing jewelry versions of certain emojis that people keep asking for. The most popular is still my middle finger design.


$35 for a single sterling silver stud. Click to purchase.

Other “should be emoji but aren’t” designs are the Vulcan “Live Long and Prosper” salute; crossed fingers (expected to become a real emoji next year); “I love you,” rendered in American Sign Language; the “sign of the horns” for rockers; and the shaka, or “hang loose,” gesture. If you want jewelry inspired by existing emojis, I’ve got those too. Click here to shop for peace signs, raised hands, punching fists and thumbs up, among others.

Emojipedia’s FAQ has a cute answer for those trying to figure out which emoji is best.

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Last year, before the racially diverse emoji faces were finally introduced (THANK YOU!), the website FiveThirtyEight did a real-time list of the top 100 most frequently used emojis and found one morning that hearts had won by a long shot, appearing in over 342 million tweets.  Oh, puh-leeze. We all know that when Unicode FINALLY introduces a middle finger emoji (how can it not?!), that thing will be used a billion times in the first minute. We’ve all been waiting so long to flip people off!

If there are any (non-smiling-face) emojis that you want to see in jewelry form — either actual ones or ones that have yet to be invented — let me know in a comment or by emailing info at wendybrandes dot com. I’m always happy to follow up on a good suggestion!

*Don’t let Twitter lead you down the wrong path to — gasp! — FAKE WORLD EMOJI DAY!


Friday, July 17, 2015

Big thanks go out to the Retail Jeweler Magazine for including my Jonah and the Whale Maneater ring in the July/August wedding-bands lookbook! Also, I’m No. 1 on the list. Woot!


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Jackie LeBental’s description of my design is lovely. In case you can’t decipher the text in the image, it reads:

“I am always taken by unbelievable imagination and designer Wendy Brandes’ ‘Maneater’ band had my eyes wide open. This handcrafted 18K mixed white and yellow gold piece of ring art intertwines diamonds, tsavorites and sapphires. This story telling ring is something to be seen in person, since it holds a surprise design element underside the shank.”

Well, that made my day!

Thanks also to Jennifer Heebner of JCK for including a link to me in this week’s story on jewelry blogs. She was introducing three new blogs, but thoughtfully included references to us old-timers. (JCK’s Daniel Ford gave me a longer shout-out back in 2012.) Jennifer wrote:

“All of these voices are raising jewelry’s profile simply by casting a spotlight onto it, especially since the digital landscape—where many conversations happen—continues to evolve rapidly. And putting the product on the consumers’ radar is the first step to increasing sales.”

Click here to read the story, and don’t forget to check out all of the awesome blogs listed.




Thursday, July 16, 2015

I’m not going back very far for Throwback Thursday: just to this July 4. I had expected my Independence Day celebrations to be limited to a July 3 outing with friends, when I wore this patriotic outfit, which I’ll post again for the hell of it.


My 2010 Castelbajac sailor outfit, worn on July 3, 2015. Click for original post.

But my designing friend Stacy Lomman decided that we needed to go to street level to see the Macy’s fireworks live. Believe it or not, I’ve never done that in all the decades I’ve lived in New York! I’ve watched several times from rooftops, but I’ve never joined the big crowds. So that’s what we did, and it was great! In a festive spirit, I put on the previous day’s sailor pants. I was going to wear the same top too, but then I remembered how I’d worn the pants with a red t-shirt in 2014, so I decided to go with that.

july4resizeWhat Wendy Wore
T-shirt: Splendid
Pants: Castelbajac (2010)
Shoes: Terry de Havilland (made in 2004, acquired in 2012)
Purse: Prada (purchased from eBay in 2008)
Hoop earrings: My own design

Here’s a closer look at those de Havilland flag shoes, in case you haven’t seen those before.


I love these! Terry gave them to me as a gift.

We originally headed to the FDR Drive at 42nd Street for the fireworks, but it was too crowded there, so we walked up to 49th Street, which was perfect. There were tons of people there, but it wasn’t the out-of-control scene I’d always feared.



I love it when fireworks are given an interesting shape. Why isn’t that done more often? There were some smiley-face explosions, which I didn’t get on camera, but in this photo, you can see star shapes.



For several years in a row, I was lucky enough to be in Paris for Bastille Day, where I watched fireworks around the Eiffel Tower.  Ever since then, I’m bummed out when I’m not in France for the July 14 holiday, and I knew I was going to be home in New York this Tuesday, so the local fireworks kinda made up for that in advance. Thanks for suggesting it, Stacy!

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

On Friday, I went to the wedding of my friends Amanda Forro and Mike Roche.



I wanted to look super-festive for the happy occasion, so I wore a recently eBay-ed Todd Oldham dress.

amandaweddingoutfit2resizeWhat Wendy Wore
Dress: Todd Oldham, Spring 1996 (acquired in 2015)
Purse: Prada (2007)
Shoes: Giuseppe Zanotti (2014)
Jewelry: My own designs
Lip color: Whirl (the lipstick, not the liner) from MAC

I’ve always wanted one of the rainbow mosaic designs from Todd’s Spring 1996 collection. The look is so distinctive. Cheerful, too! All the legendary supermodels walked Todd’s runways, and several of them wore the mosaic pieces in that show , including Cindy Crawford …

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… Kate Moss …


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… Naomi Campbell …

… and my all-time favorite model, Linda Evangelista.

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I’ve never found one of the mosaic designs in the right size and this was no exception, but at least it was too big rather than too small. That meant Jean of Ghost Tailor could make it wearable. I’m going to take the dress back to her for a little more adjustment at the top. I’ve found that when a piece is much too large, it can take two tries to cut it down to its perfect size.

Separately, I love a photobooth opportunity — especially one with props — so I had a great time posing with MrB and my gorgeous friends Stacy, Alyssa and Jen for the official wedding photobooth.


MrB looked good in that plastic Viking helmet.

A photobooth is one place I don’t feel self-conscious in front of a camera because looking silly is encouraged!

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Several recent articles have grabbed my attention for various reasons — sometimes, unpleasant reasons.

Starting out on the bright side, I enjoyed the Wall Street Journal’s story about how Janis Joplin came to write the acapella song, “Mercedes Benz.”


As a designer, I’m always interested in the genesis of creative works. It turns out that “Mercedes Benz” was inspired by the opening line of a song by poet/songwriter Michael McClure: “Come on, God, and buy me a Mercedes Benz.” Singer/songwriter Bob Neuwirth said that in August 1970, he was drinking with Janis, actress Geraldine Page and Page’s husband, actor Rip Torn, when “… Janis sang out, ‘Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz.’ Earlier, in San Francisco, Janis had heard Michael McClure’s song and it stuck with her. But she couldn’t remember the rest of it.” She ended up writing two of her own verses, with Neuwirth coming up with the third.

McClure said that Janis called him in August 1970:

“[Janis] said she was performing the ‘Mercedes Benz’ song but that hers was different than mine. She sang it over the phone. When she was done, I said it was OK. Then I went for my autoharp and sat on the stairs and sang her mine over the phone. Janis’s version was sweet and wry and had the grace of a riddle. Mine was much more outspoken, funny and ironic. Janis laughed and said she liked hers better. I said, ‘That’s OK, you can sing yours.'”

McClure told writer Marc Myers that that was the last he heard of it until Joplin’s posthumous album Pearl was released in January 1971, and he saw that he had a credit for “Mercedes Benz.” (Neuwirth later got a credit as well.) “Mercedes Benz” was the last song Janis ever recorded. Three days later, on Oct. 4, 1970, she was found dead of an overdose at age 27. Ugh. That’s a depressing end to a cute story, isn’t it? To make the bad feeling go away, go listen to “Mercedes Benz.” Janis’s crazy laugh at the end will lift your spirits. Keep in mind that the “percussion” on the recording is her stomping her feet, and you’ll feel like you’re right in the recording booth with her.


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Sticking with the music world, there’s a good Esquire UK interview with my almost-husband Paul McCartney.


So as not to keep you in suspense: No, Macca still has no comment on his failure to marry me! WTF?! At least he has an easy answer for why he keeps a strenuous tour schedule at age 73: “It’s what I do.” He’s like the Geico cat! And unlike some major celebrities (hi, Eminem!), Paul is totally, shamelessly, comfortable with fame. He told writer Alex Bilmes, “I have a joke with my daughter Mary: sometimes I won’t be in a great mood and we’ll go somewhere and the people will be all over me and she’ll turn to Nancy [McCartney’s wife who is not me] and say, ‘He likes a bit of adulation. It cheers him up,’ and the thing is, yep, that is true.” Ha! Go, Paul! What good is fame and fortune if you don’t enjoy it?

I’m sure some people will roll their eyes at McCartney’s continued strong feelings about the unfairness of certain “Lennon-McCartney” songwriting credits, but I highly recommend reading the book version of John Lennon’s long, final interview, conducted by David Sheff for Playboy. In it, John went through all the Beatles songs, describing which were collaborations, which were totally his and which were totally Paul’s. I don’t blame Paul for not being thrilled that, for long-ago branding purposes, John’s name comes first in the credits for a monster hit like “Yesterday,” considering John acknowledged he had nothing to do with that song. Just because you keep repeating “Lennon-McCartney” doesn’t make it true, and the truth is that “Yesterday” is Paul’s song. So there.

The Washington Post has bad news out of Tunica, Miss., a county that was slammed by 60 Minutes in the 1980s for an “apartheid” school system and described by the Rev. Jesse Jackson as “America’s Ethiopia.” A casino building-boom was supposed to raise the standard of life for everyone and, Chico Harlan reports, indeed, starting in the early 1990s, Tunica has “raked in $759 million, a fortune for a county with 10,000 people.” But, he says, “of the hundreds of millions of dollars that Tunica earned from gambling between 1993 and 2015, just a sliver — about 2.5 percent, according to county records — was used on social programs to help the poor.” Now people like Linda Fay Engle-Harris, a 60-year-old former teacher caring for her mentally disabled brother, are living in homes that are literally rotting. Harlan describes Engle-Harris’s house:

“… when she found new openings in the floor, she crumpled paper into tight wads and jammed them into the gaps. When she awoke to find slugs oozing across her living room, she fetched a dustpan, opened the front door, and gently ushered them back into what she called ‘their natural ecosystem.'”

After spending her savings trying to shore up the house, which had been purchased by her father in 1964, Engle-Harris applied for county housing support. She said the county was partly responsible for the problem. Harlan wrote, “When [the county] paved all the roads, it did not grade them. So the roads rose well above the lawns. Every time it rained, water rolled off the asphalt and toward the houses, collecting under flimsy porches. The neighborhood’s drainage system was overloaded and barely functioning, and Engle-Harris, like many of her neighbors, was living atop a man-made bog.”

The county housing supervisor inspected the home and declared it, “Not livable” and “An immediate need.” Then he put her on a five-year waiting list for assistance. Due to budget uncertainty, Harlan writes, the county hasn’t renovated a single home since June 2014.


Bad decision-making by officials is partly to blame for Tunica’s 30% poverty rate (twice the national average, and that, believe it or not, is an improvement from the pre-casino era). During the good times,  property taxes were slashed to the lowest level of any county in Mississippi. That was supposed to entice new business and help all homeowners, but, as Harlan explains, “It disproportionately benefited Tunica’s wealthy … Tax records show 76 percent of the county’s property tax dollars comes from 100 property-owning entities and individuals among 3,200 who own land in the county.” He continues: “Most U.S. counties depend on taxes to fund basic services. But in this case, the casino money was used as a replacement — helping to subsidize the giant property tax cut.” The good times didn’t last. With the economic crash of 2008 and competing casinos in the region, the big money stopped rolling in, and now Tunica is in a bind.

(I’ve emailed Harlan to see if there’s a way to donate to Engle-Harris and will update this post with any information. Helping one person doesn’t do anything to solve the big problem, but still … it helps one person.)

On the medical front, I’ve been alarmed for some time by what seems like ever-increasing social pressure for women with breast cancer in one breast to get the healthy breast removed too. I’m not talking about people like Angelina Jolie, who has a frequently discussed but still relatively rare gene that greatly increases one’s chances of getting cancer. Women with the gene do benefit from double mastectomies as well as additional operations, so don’t crawl up my ass and accuse me of saying those people shouldn’t do it. I’m not saying that. But, for people without the gene, the double-mastectomy trend is a big reversal of what I saw in the 1990s, when my mother had breast cancer. We were so relieved she had the option of a lumpectomy and radiation for her very early stage cancer, rather than what seemed then like old-fashioned mastectomy and chemotherapy. I thought that was where breast-cancer treatment was headed, towards the less invasive and less poisonous whenever possible. However, as the Wall Street Journal reports, doctors are seeing more women with low or average risk for recurrence have the healthy breast removed along with the one affected by cancer.

The Journal reporter, Lucette Lagnado, spoke to Karen Hurley, a New York-based psychologist who specializes in treating breast cancer patients. Hurley said there’s a kind of peer pressure afoot: “At one point, empowerment was keeping your breasts, and now it is removing them.”


The Journal reports that a study of 190,000 California women found survival rates for women with double mastectomies were no better than survival rates for lumpectomy and radiation. The article notes that while the double mastectomy does indeed eliminate any tiny chance of cancer recurring in the remaining breast, “… it carries its own significant risks of complications such as infections. Meanwhile, doctors say, returning cancer is much more likely to spread or metastasize elsewhere in the body, such as bones, the liver or the brain.”

Lagnado quotes Dr. Steven Katz, a researcher at the University of Michigan who has published several studies on double mastectomies, as saying the rate of the cancer recurring elsewhere in the body is as high as 13%. “Women should be focusing on staying alive, which has nothing to do with taking out the other breast,” he said.

To be sure, I’ve never been impressed with what the medical establishment has to say about breast-cancer diagnosis and prognosis, but I think it’s gone in the direction of overreporting and overaction on little things, while missing the bigger picture. For instance, there’s been quite an about-face on ductal carcinoma in situ, which is the term for abnormal cells that haven’t spread out of a milk duct. For years, women were told DCIS was cancer. Now many experts argue that DCIS is really a pre-cancer that doesn’t require drastic action. Meanwhile, plenty of people already have taken drastic action, frightened by the term “carcinoma,” without a corresponding reduction in invasive cancer. And here’s another thing: Despite the fact that I regularly get mammograms (with sonograms), I feel I’m doing it out of superstition rather than any valid reason. “Early detection” isn’t the silver bullet it’s made out to be if we don’t know what we’re detecting. Have you found a serious cancer that truly can be eliminated with early treatment? A virulent cancer that’s unstoppable, so your only goal is to buy time? Or is it something that would never become dangerous at all? That’s where I want research money to go: into interpretation of results and customized treatment.  More of this.

Again, don’t crawl up my ass saying I’m criticizing this woman, that woman or you personally for any medical choice you make. I just want everyone to make her own choice based on her own health, not the conventional wisdom du jour. Her condition isn’t your condition. That is what I told my mother in the ’90s when I said she should quit the support group that was making her a nervous wreck. There she was, lumpectomy patient, comparing herself to the women on heavy chemo, whose cancer had metastasized to their bones anyway, who were coming to terms with mortality. I was like, “You don’t have what they have. This isn’t your time. You’ll be around to guilt-trip me for decades!” And, happily, that has been the case.

(If you do decide to have surgery — any surgery, not just mastectomy or lumpectomy! — it’s important to choose your surgeon very, very carefully. I’ve seen the debilitating effects of surgery gone wrong. With great timing, ProPublica has just published its analysis of 17,000 surgeons and their rates of complications for operations that are considered to be routine. Check that out here.)

Finally, the ugly article was about appearances. Right before Serena Williams was victorious at Wimbledon, the New York Times ran a story by freelancer Ben Rothenberg, called, “Tennis’s Top Women Balance Body Image With Ambition.” It started out with a focus on Serena’s “large biceps” and “mold-breaking muscular frame,” and then went on to interviews from several less stellar, white players who — perhaps because of the taste of sour grapes in their mouths — were all like, “Ewwwww! Muscles!” I’m paraphrasing, obviously.


Maria Sharapova is one of the interviewees. Sharapova has lost to Serena 17 times in a row; it’s been 11 years since Maria won against her. Yet “the slender, blond Russian … has been the highest-paid female athlete for more than a decade because of her lucrative endorsements” Rothenberg reports, because … well, slender, blonde. “I always want to be skinnier with less cellulite; I think that’s every girl’s wish,” she told the Times, while laughing, presumably all the way to the bank. And she avoids weights in training, going so far as to tell this whopper: “I can’t handle lifting more than five pounds.” WAT?! Also, a note to Agnieszka Radwanska — all 5’8″ and 123 pounds of her: Your coach’s extra-creepy quote made me throw up in my mouth a little. “It’s our decision to keep her as the smallest player in the top 10,” Tomasz Wiktorowski said about Agnieszka, “Because, first of all she’s a woman, and she wants to be a woman.” 

Serena Williams is a woman. One who wins …

… as well as one who has been persecuted endlessly for her appearance. Vox has a story summing up many racist and sexist insults and judgments Serena has endured, including this 2006 bit of awfulness that’s all about her breasts. Matthew Norman wrote, “… tennis requires a mobility Serena cannot hope to achieve while lugging around breasts that are registered to vote in a different US state from the rest of her.” Actually, Matthew cannot hope to achieve a career in fortunetelling while lugging around that clip. You see, this Wimbledon was Serena’s 21st Grand Slam title and she did it at age 33, edging past Martina Navratilova to become the oldest Wimbledon champion. If Serena wins at next month’s U.S. Open, she will achieve the first calendar Grand Slam of her career — and the first since Steffi Graf’s 1988 calendar Grand Slam. She’ll also tie Graf for major wins. Let’s not forget that this comes four years after Serena suffered a life-threatening pulmonary embolism.

There are plenty of good Serena stories, beyond her biceps, so I wondered how this Times article came to be. I wasn’t the only one. “Many readers were aghast,” said New York Times public editor Margaret Sullivan in her excellent column about the matter.


Margaret discovered that the road to the ridiculous story was paved with good intentions. “…It’s unfortunate that this piece didn’t find a way to challenge the views expressed, instead of simply mirroring them,” she wrote. Margaret also spoke to Pat Griffin, professor emerita at the University of Massachusetts at Amherst, and a consultant on sports and discrimination. Griffin said, “Sacrificing your femininity is a really old narrative in women’s sports … There is a whole new narrative breaking through — that women athletes come in all sizes, shapes and forms. So presenting Serena as some kind of freak, or animal-athlete, was appalling.”

I hope the Times does better with the U.S. Open. Maybe it could cover … the tennis? Just a suggestion!

Sunday, July 12, 2015

In case you missed it, here’s what was on the blog this week:

Thursday, July 9, 2015

I’ve discovered yet more photos from my 1983 school trip to Hailsham, England. Here’s a good before-and-after pairing. The photo on the left was taken before our departure. It looks like I’ve got on the same head-to-toe outfit I wore here: hot pink Izod shirt, pleated jeans and those appalling Capezio jazz shoes.  The photo on the right was taken at a party shortly before I returned home. I think we were in England about a month, so I had time to make some personal improvements. As you can see, I bleached my bangs.


I’m wearing the same Izod shirt on the right; the photo is very faded.

That was most likely inspired by John Taylor, the bassist from Duran Duran, with whom I was very madly in love.


Unfortunately, the hair didn’t make me as beautiful as John T. He was something else! Click for photo source.

I also got my left ear — just the left — pierced a second time while I was away. My mother, BarbaraB, was appalled by these changes, convinced that blonde bangs and a double piercing were the signs of a delinquent in the making. By the way, I was 15 at the time and this was as wild as I got, except for the night before we flew home from England, when I accidentally became very drunk on hard cider. (It was cider! Who knew?!) Yep, I came back to scenic Mahwah, N.J., as a cider-drinking, pink-Izod-wearing, partially bleached and overly pierced menace to society.

I maintained the blonde bangs to varying degrees for two years, right through to my high-school graduation. Sometimes I had just a touch of blonde in the front, but the “rattail” I grew always stayed nearly platinum. BarbaraB was very unhappy with that ‘do. See? She was right. Blonde bangs were the gateway drug to a blonde tail. OH, THE HUMANITY!

Looking back at these photos, I’m most amazed by how much pink I wore. I remember being mad for neon pink, but clearly I liked all kinds of pink. If I recall correctly, the top pictured below — which I was wearing when I flew home — was light pink net, and I had purchased it in England. (I still like a net piece.)

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I wasn’t crying here, as far as I know. My father took this candid photo in the airport when I came home and I think I’m just looking down.

I also got a Duran Duran sweatshirt in pink while I was traveling. Another important investment was dark, skintight jeans, which I was wearing in the photo above. I’m pretty sure I alternated between those English jeans and ankle-zip Guess jeans for the rest of high school.

Bonus sighting: Go back to the first blonde-bangs photo, and you can see that the guy in back of me, who was DJ-ing our little party, was holding a vinyl 45. It looks like all his other records are singles too. I do believe he had a professional-style double turntable. Otherwise, imagine the dead air you’d have between songs while trying to swap out those little disks!

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

I’m pleased that the women’s U.S. soccer team will get a Manhattan ticker-tape parade next week Friday in celebration of its World Cup win.

On the other hand, if I were on the team, I might be thinking, “Fuck the ticker tape … where’s my money?” As has been widely reported, female soccer players make much less than their male counterparts. For instance, soccer’s governing body, the delightfully corrupt FIFA, pays the winning women’s team a $2 million prize, compared with the $8 million it pays men’s teams that lose in the first round. And that’s despite the fact that this women’s World Cup final was the most-watched soccer game in the U.S., ever, grabbing a substantially bigger American audience than this year’s basketball and hockey finals.

(By the way, I’m not sure how I feel about troubled goalie Hope Solo having played at all; can’t all the U.S. sports leagues come up with consistent standards for off-court/field behavior? Is it that hard to say across the board, “We will suspend or fire your ass if you do drugs, beat your significant other, assault your relatives or blow yourself up with fireworks?” Yeah, that last one might not be against the law but it’s criminally idiotic.)

While the U.S. women are being screwed financially, they’re still winners … and, as a bonus, haven’t been subject to the likes of the official “supportive” tweet that England’s women got from the English Football Association.


After everyone’s heads exploded over this sexist shit, the association deleted it. Later, according to the BBC, the FA tried to defend itself by “saying the tweet linked to an online article on the FA’s website about the players being reunited with their families. The line about ‘mothers, partners and daughters’ originally appeared in that story as well, but was later edited out.”

The BBC quoted an FA spokesman as saying:

“The full story was a wider homecoming feature attempting to reflect the many personal stories within the playing squad as has been told throughout the course of the tournament … However, we understand that an element of the story appears to have been taken out of context and the opening paragraph was subsequently revised to reflect that fact.”

As you can see for yourself, that story by James Callow, as it reads now, makes no mention of the players coming home to assume traditional lady roles. The only quote referencing family is from defender Laura Bassett:

“Everybody is looking forward to going back home and just reflecting on what we have done – speaking about it with friends and family and enjoying some home comforts.”

Bassett went on to say how excited she was to be an inspiration.

“The fact that people are going out and getting our names on the back of their shirts and wanting to score goals like [right-back] Lucy Bronze is just brilliant.”

And her teammate Bronze said, “”If in 10 years’ time I can say that I made a difference and that some little girl has become the best player in the world then that’s fine by me.”

From this, someone said, “Aha! It’s all about being a mommy!” (It’s making me literally LOL that the last name of the bylined writer means “immature or inexperienced.”) True, it’s not blowing-off-your-hand-with-fireworks stupid, but it’s pretty fucking stupid!

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