“…It’s the same old caveman shit, a power thing. It’s why I want to fuck every man in the ass at least once. Every guy needs to be penetrated at least once…”

The above is probably the main – glorious – quote you’ve heard from Grace Jones’ autobiography. Here are more, via TimeOut:

“…I had to be a bitch to maintain any kind of authority. Well, if I were a man, I wouldn’t have been considered a bitch. If I were a man, I would simply have been in charge, however aggressive and demanding I was. I wouldn’t have had other people running about filming things behind my back. A man putting his foot down is in control. It’s strong. A woman putting her foot down is out of control. She’s weak…

You can tell why there are so few female film directors. It’s the same with any job that society has decided can only be done by a man. They find ways to undermine and undervalue a woman doing that job. And the fact that you end up saying ‘they’ makes you sound paranoid. But there is no doubt that a particular job is usually for the boys. If a woman tries to do it, she is treated as though she is doing something wrong, even perverse…”

Read more, and see more pictures here.


Ripper Museum

Once upon a time in London, planning permission was sought and granted for a museum celebrating the history and achievements of women in the East End over the past 150 years. What was then built was very different. Since then, people have been protesting against this gruesome tourist attraction dedicated to a man – or menwho killed sex workers.

Of course, the right-wing press have attacked those who oppose this. I’d recommend reading all articles hyperlinked in this post before passing judgement on anyone protesting, including this storify of (historian and Ripper Street series advisor) Fern Riddell’s trip to the museum.

In an age where sex workers are still put in danger every day as a result of social stigma and archaic legislation, it’s shameful that a place like this exists. Let’s hope it doesn’t for much longer.



Here are a few choice cutlets from a beautiful article at on punks, feminism and sexuality:

“…Punk was a time of Poly Styrene, The Slits, Palmolive, Siouxsie Sioux. It was a time during which women were reclaiming their identity and sexuality from that of the swinging sixties and, as Ari Up explains in Typical Girls?, “Punk really started with equality of girls. There’s a whole culture – the first looks of so-called punk, so many girls contributed to that. And of course Vivienne Westwood, there was a window for female expression in punk when it started.” Aggressively dismantling stereotypes around feminine docility, women in punk wore fishnets, bared their breasts and wrapped themselves in leather not to appeal to a patriarchal notion of sexuality but to reclaim it…

As Patti Smith once said, “As far as I’m concerned, being any gender is a drag” – and deconstructing binary gender roles and liberating sartorial decisionmaking from them was a key part of punk’s aesthetic. Women were free to adopt traditionally masculine roles on stage, in their lives and within their wardrobes; men were free to apply as much lipstick as they pleased and everyone looked far cooler for it. Putting into practice the tenets that later became the foundations of third wave feminism, punk promoted anarchy within the gender spectrum – both sartorially and politically – and lay the groundwork for the revolutionary feminism to follow…

“Oh Bondage Up Yours!” screamed Poly Styrene – and, while punk promoted freedom from the bondage of capitalism, it embraced it within its wardrobe. Worn for a combination of shock value and as a parodic commentary on the masochism of consumer culture, it confronted both prudishness and political apathy and has remained an emblem reappropriated by anyone from Rihanna to Beyonce looking to assert an aesthetic cool…”

Full article and more pictures by Karen Knorr and Olivier Richon here.