Coyote Ugly?

Hey! Long time, no see. As you can probably tell, Kelsey and I pretty much threw out our schedule when we realized we would be too busy to execute any follow-through. Also, I got a job, which I HATE (it involves cold-calling and soliciting money)and I'm also getting more involved with the radio station, so free time is usually spent sleeping or lying in bed catching up on tee-vee.

So, first thing's first: Weekend Jam. Yeah, I skipped a weekend or two, but Billy Childish should remedy that.


Yes! As for fashion weeks, which are now long over, I may be doing a top ten or something soon. All I can say is that for me, Lanvin takes the cake. And also those jam 90s platforms at Miu Miu. Everybody wants them, I know, but how beyond great are they?

Anyway, to the subject of today's post: sexuality.
Sexuality has been on my mind for a few weeks now, starting with that posting of the vintage Playboy covers. Lately I've been just shy of obsessed with burlesque and pole dancing (if you haven't seen Felix Cane pole dance, get thee to YouTube now). A few weekends ago, as I was cramming for bio and loathing the prospect of having to work another shift at my job, Coyote Ugly happened to be on television. And while I know that real-life Coyote Uglies aren't that tame or just working to fund law school or their burgeoning music career, there was something that hooked me. How great would it be to own your sexuality without being one of those women who think being an "independent woman" means giving sex away to the first guy at the bar?

The social stigma hasn't left things like pole-dancing or burlesque yet, and probably never will, which might be why I find them so magnetizing. It's subversive and unconventional, and seriously, how rad would it be to claim some righteous skills on the pole? It feels like it would be an outlet for sexuality and feminity without being a slut.

So, what say you? Should I quit my job and become a Coyote? Or is that slutty in itself?