Give ‘em hell on wheels. via Fracture Mag.

Ah yes, spring is almost here, which means it’s nearly cotillion season, in which the young ladies of polite society don their kid gloves, helmets, and roller skates and prepare for an evening of drinking, elbowing, and general mayhem. If this doesn’t sound quite like the polite society our antebellum predecessors had in mind, that’s of course because it’s not. This is 21st century Brooklyn, after all. And tonight is the Gotham Girls Roller Derby Derbytaunt Ball, at Littlefield. (more…)

This looks exactly like your apartment, doesn’t it?

Disney’s done a lot to influence female 20-somethings’ expectations for the future. They’ve given us dating tips  (to marry a hot rich dude, trade in your voice and identity, or shack up with an abusive stranger), fashion pointers (belly shirts, always) and career tips (good luck getting anywhere without pretending to be a man). But Disney’s taking that a step further: they’ve created a new online game that simulates a young lady’s experience in the BIG CITY, and it’s just like your life! (more…)

This, of course, is why we have the “death to the patriarchy” tag. Craigslist is full of all sorts of questionable gigs for a young woman in need of some cash, but at least foot fetish party ads don’t brag that they’ll be full of New York’s media and tech elite like this ad looking for a hostess/masseuse at a Williamsburg card game does. Maybe, just maybe, all this Mad Men fandom has gone a bit too far. (more…)

“What’s the deal with patriarchy??” via Flickr user Sherlock77

The Vagina Monologues are 17 years old this year, on the cusp of womanhood. And while it may have lost some of its transgressive power in a world where 2 Broke Girls is making tampon jokes on network television, it’s still necessary. The proof? We just finished an entire election cycle hinging on whether or not a woman’s womb can “shut the whole thing down” when she gets raped, and now we’ve got conservatives arguing that women are too precious for combat on the front lines. So if you think that’s as ridiculous as we do, why not head to the planning meeting for a Bushwick production of the Vagina Monologues this Saturday at Pine Box Rock Shop? (more…)

Hell yes you can.

1. Eat some Japanese food to benefit the Rockaways. Nom nom nom. (Monday)

2. Learn how destroying the patriarchy can take the form of being a hollaback girl. (Monday)

3. Check out this YA author panel and you can have something to rap about with the kids when you see them on the street. (Tuesday)

4. Check out a lecture from the Masters of Social Gastronomy on how dieting is some bullshit. (Tuesday) (more…)

Lizz Winstead will be at Powerhouse on Wednesday, running over the patriarchy. via Metro Philadelphia

1. Help raise money for Manufacture New York, a project dedicated to providing resources for small fashion designers around the city. Because why live in a world where all our fashion collections come from a Kardashian? Also there will be ice cream. (Monday)

2. For the uninitiated, “god mode” in video games is a cheat code that makes you invincible. And while you might feel like that two hours into the open bar at Delinquency, don’t test your new theory. (Monday)

3. There are more free CMJ shows than you can pack into a barrel. The exact number of which is six. (Tuesday – Saturday)

4. Watch the second debate, where Obama will be much better (right, Barry?), with W Kamau Bell. Because screaming at the TV alone in your apartment just gets depressing. (Tuesday) (more…)

Just don’t suggest signing Eddy Curry. For basketball AND bikini reasons.

So you saw the Knicks pass on Jeremy Lin or the Nets blow the Dwight Howard deal and fumed to your friends that you could do a better job as GM of either club. That kind of drunken angry sports radio boasting is usually empty, but for once, you can put your money where your mouth is. The Bikini Basketball Association is a thing that apparently exists, whether you like it or not. And while they have seven teams lined up, apparently the New York Knockouts are still without a GM. So sports fan, do you have what it takes to bring New York its first professional basketball championship since 1973?

The fiction may be pulp, but these ladies are all skin.

Have you guys noticed that it’s been really effing hot lately? Like, so hot you just want to walk around with as little clothing as possible? The women of the free Outdoor Co-ed Topless Pulp Fiction Appreciation Society have noticed, and are beating the heat with the kind of casual nudity we can all get behind. Their mission statement, “Making reading sexy” is accomplished pretty simply. Show up in a park, take out a book and ditch your shirt. And why not? The law says they’re well within their rights, and who can argue that lying out in the grass and reading Mickey Spillane is scandalous? Heartbreakingly, they currently only meet in Manhattan. But since a love of reading isn’t restricted by borders, I spoke by email with a member of the society who mysteriously gives her name only as A.A. about how and why to go topless and the eternal optimism of the male half of the species. (more…)