Mid-Week Memo: Punk Rock and Feminist

Bored of your lodgings smelling like Gwyneth Paltrow’s vagina? Worry not. There’s a new scented candle in town, and it smells like Gwyneth Paltrow’s orgasm, and is conveniently called thus. A snip at $75 on Goop website, it continues the “punk rock and feminist” (her words) tradition of Paltrow selling smelly wax in the name of female empowerment.

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What Do I Talk About When I Talk About Feminism

I went back to Twitter recently, and a couple of days ago my face broke out in the most epic, angry acne. Emphasis on epic. Rather than considering it a perimenopausal hormone-situation, I blame the social media (as any adult would). And this time I brought supporting documents with me.

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