<![CDATA[Jezebel: missbehave]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/jezebel.com.png <![CDATA[Jezebel: missbehave]]> http://jezebel.com/tag/missbehave http://jezebel.com/tag/missbehave <![CDATA[Pregnant Missbehave Editor Threatened By Artist, Alleged Advertiser]]> (Updated) Two weeks ago, we posted about the demise of Missbehave and the shitstorm that swirled around founding editor Samantha Moeller's choice to be a stay at home mom. It's gotten worse.

Apparently, graffiti artist Claw Money and her husband have continued the internet war by hurling accusations and threatening to kick Moeller's expanding stomach.

For those who don't know, Claw is a self-described "legendary Graffiti Artist." In a post on Blogue, she addressed the business failure of Missbehave, in a biased — to say the least — way, feigning outrage over the way Moeller let her freelancers know about the site closing, and making veiled accusations of cocaine use, apparent privilege, and how the magazine "never really addressed anything particularly relevant to young women and girls." (A comment on this post also claims that Claw was an advertiser with the magazine.)

Yanking a few strings, her mini-mogul hubby, founder of the classic, but now defunct graffiti and lifestyle rag Mass Appeal, awarded her her very own magazine…Beyond tired street-wear editorial, bits on "How to Ménage", addiction justification blurbs, and clueless bastardizing stabs at new-agey post-fem empowerment like "In Defense of the Porno Blowjob", Missbehave, much like their emaciated demographic, had little to grab on to, other than their cutting edge cover personalities.

As Street Carnage reports, Moeller Tweeted about Claw's post, comparing it the one on Jezebel, saying, "Judging by article, can you guess who's husband I used to sleep with?" According to a post on Moeller's blog, The Hipster Mom, she dated Claw's husband for three years once upon a time, and that's where this hostility is stemming from.

Claw's husband then entered the comments of Blogue, under the name "Jesse James," and said, "And watch how you come out the side of your face with Claw, you know she don't wanna kick a bitch in the stomach on her first trimester - but believe me, she will." The threat has since been modified to the equally mature: "And watch how you come out the side of your face with Claw, or your corny husband might get bitch-slapped in front of your kid." He went on to threaten to release naked pictures of Moeller that he apparently has held onto for years:

Oh, by the way, I was feeling sentimental and dug up some interesting pics of the Hipster Mom recently. I think they'd be really cute wallet sized for Adrian, or maybe on the fridge next to shorty's artwork??? Hoe to a Housewife huh? You're still a hoe, just with a nanny and some stretch-marks.

OK, so a few things: first of all, beyond being fucked up, disgusting, and violent, why is this guy coming to his wife's defense by talking about naked pictures of his ex-girlfriend? Secondly, Claw's assertion that Moeller is privileged is outrageously hypocritical. I don't know of any typical, inner-city graffiti taggers who have started their own clothing and accessory lines. Just sayin'. Also, way to call someone out for "not being real" when you've made a career of co-opting another culture.

It almost seems as if this 40-year-old woman and her husband are trying so hard to appear youthful that they've actually become stupid kids. In her interest of "address[ing] what's relevant to young girls and women," Claw — and her spouse — come off as incredibly anti-woman, masking it as some distorted brand of feminism. Because in the end, what's important is not what choices we make, but that we are able to have choices period. I guess Claw made hers. As Gavin McInnes points out, "Everyone's for choice unless of course a woman chooses something remotely traditional or inherently natural. Now it's sexist to be a woman. Who knew? What's next, Girl Power hysterectomies?"

Update: Claw Money has sent us a response:

ok kids - here is the real skinny coming from the self described head bitch in charge. i have know samantha for 10 years or so - she used to beg me to work as one of my assistants and (for me) to take her to paint graffiti. at that time she was dating my NOW husband very seriously. he used to pay me a lot of attention and draw my name when he was bored. she got very angry because of this. sadly for her, i never hired her or took her out for a night of artistic mayhem. months later after their break up (she was already in a serious relationship with her NOW husband) I started to date Jesse. now she is extra mad. fast forward years later when Sam's husband let her take the reigns as a quasi fashion stylist for the magazine - she would pull my clothes from my showroom, h ave them messengered at my expense - just to spy on me and then tell the mag staff "we will never shooot claw for mass appeal!" hence doing the same thing over and over with her own publication. in fact her team are my fans and would tell me story after story of her inspecting my products with intense interest. and so when the missbehave went down, i wrote a post about a girl i never had any respect for. can we stop now? no!!!! she twittered about sleeping with my husband (i think it was a relationship) and he saw it and responded with some blog rage. please like all you bitches haven't gotten gangsta online.

claw one - a legend in my own mind.

cLAw MoNeY

Update: She emailed us again!

honestly - who cares? this is a real low for jezebel.
i am friends with moe and dodai - i can't believe this chick tracie is rabble rousing - for nothing.

And again!

your journalism sucks, just like you taste in friends.

Claudia, your grammar sucks, just like your taste in husbands.

GIRL POWER! [Street Carnage]
More Dirty Laundry: Would She Really Kick Me In The Stomach While Pregnant?? [The Hipster Mom]
Oh Behave! Missbehave Magazine (ok, Blog) Gone…. [Blogue]
TheSuperVixen [Twitter]
Earlier: The Mommy Wars Hit Missbehave Magazine

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<![CDATA[The Mommy Wars Hit Missbehave Magazine]]> Yup, Missbehave magazine is over. Why? Because its founding editor, is leaving to be "I can't believe I'm about to say this…a s-s-s-tay at home m-m-m-om or a housewife or whatever you call it," and forcing some readers to confront how much they actually believe in choosing your choices.

Missbehave, the Brooklyn-based alternative ladymag with a cult following, is hanging up its Poste Mistress heels. While the print version folded last year, the quick demise of the online entity - and the fact that Samantha Moeller chose to announce it casually on her personal blog, has taken some aback. Writes Moeller,"The Hipster Mom" (which just might have been a sign of changing winds to the observant)

I've been doing a lot of thinking since I went away and well I might as well just come straight out with it….I'm not going to be working on Missbehave anymore. Ouch. It hurts to say out loud. I haven't issued a statement on the site yet but I thought that I would take baby steps and start here. It's sad because Missbehave was my life for so long. It was once a great Magazine and with time could have become a really great website, but it seemed like each week my pregnancy sunk in, the more my head was somewhere else, like here, writing about funny stuff that happens at the playground or my toddler shopping addiction. I'll admit it, my lifestyle is changing. I can hardly believe that I'm going to have 2 f*cking kids! It all happened so fast, and let me tell you, the idea of the second is a doozy. A toddler and an infant scares the sh*t outta me! It's not that Missbehave won't always be part of my lifestyle, but the fact is I'm ready to move on. My first piece of business is to be a, I can't believe I'm about to say this…a s-s-s-tay at home m-m-m-om or a housewife or whatever you call it, for a little while anyway. Actually, I'm going to name my new position ‘Mom About Town'. That's better!

While some are critical of the way Moeller handled the news (we're not even going to get into the kerfuffle in the comments section with a disgruntled employee) the vast majority of her commenters are very supportive of her decision.

Supportive: good luck with everything samantha-if you have the means to stay at home and raise your kids then that is awesome and you are truly blessed.

Defiant:
Why do we have to lose our identity over life changes?...since when now do we have to do what society dictate.if you want to be a housewife or a stay at home mom, so be it!
there is not enough cool, hot and hip moms like you in that area; so welcome to the dark side!

Philosophical: I congratulate you on your decision. Its not that I have to agree with it, or that anyone else has to, other than yourself...what is important is that you are comfortable with your decision and that it suits you. In the end that is what feminism is about, not doing something because society or a handful of people suggest you should but rather doing what you feel is best for you and your life. Whether that decision is staying in a job or staying home matters not.

Just sayin':
Sam working hard and creating missbehave entitles her to do whatever the fuck she wants. just sayin.

Angry: Way to fucking set an example for thousands of young women everywhere. In 2009, it's okay to be a manicured, bon-bon eating housewife?...Bitch please. Get a nanny. I'll be your fucking nanny. Just do something positive, instead of being stuck in the goddamn fifties.

The Last Word: We as women need to support each other because only we know what an amazing journey it is to be a female. When other bitches bash girls on blogs and shit like this especially in such a low blow catty, crazed with jealousy way it really disgusts me and makes my skin crawl. I've had it done to me before and it just sucks. And its just such a bad look!

Missbehave
, R.I.P.

This Hoe Just Got Turned Into A Housewife… [The Hipster Mom]
Missbehave Mag [Official Site]

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<![CDATA[A Love Letter To Missbehave Magazine]]> Dear Missbehave magazine, Everything about you rules. I'm saying this even though you put Lydia Hearst on your cover and also even though I believe one of your employees was behind a certain mean-spirited text to my phone. I am not saying this because I am a leotard-and-leopard-print-and-orange acrylic nails sort of gal, or because I think it's necessarily the best thing for the gender to hold a contest for the "Cutest Missbehave subscriber" or because I share your elaborate sexual fantasies about NY1 anchorman Pat Kiernan. It's because you addressed Pat Kiernan as "Sugar Dick," and that made me LOL. (Excerpt: "On my way to work, careful to avoid the subways with service interruptions that I learned from that morning's Rail and Road Report, I pick up my Starbucks Venti drip, and long for a triple pump. A triple pump of your man treacle.")

I love that you somehow seem to be having fun! I love that you review Tiger Eyes and the CIA World Factbook on the same page. I love that you updated me on the whereabouts of YouTube star Kelly. (Of "Shoes" fame!) I love your hot toddy recipe and your review of the "best slutty hotel," the Caesar's Poconos, even though I know you went there on a junket and I don't, on principle, approve of junkets. But I'm willing to forget my "principles" because I love your crazyass layout and design and I don't even usually give a shit about design. And this is kind of typical of me but: I love how your masthead this month lists your editors' fave prescription drugs. I love that I actually enjoy reading something targeted at girls. Maybe it's because you guys don't seem to be taking yourselves seriously? I dunno, whatever, I don't want to think about it. KTHXBAI.

Earlier: Hanging With The Ill Girls Of Missbehave

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<![CDATA[Partying With The Ill Girls Of 'Missbehave' Magazine]]> "I'm having trouble holding the camera straight because I had a little too much Ritalin today," I apologized. "THAT'S SO MISSBEHAVE!!!" gushed a tidily attractive Asian girl named Mary in a black dress and almost spookily perfect eyeliner, as I shakily aimed my cameraphone at Samantha, a tan, girlish thirty-year-old in chunky hoop earrings and a New York Kings cap. The afternoon's torrential rains had subsided to accomodate the rooftop party commemorating the latest issue of Missbehave magazine, a colorful quarterly that aims to fill the more sneaker-obsessed reaches of the void left by Jane, and I and Intern Maria had braved the chance of a relapse to attend and speak to Mary and Samantha, two pillars of the team upon whose shoulders that dream rests. "We've got the illest troop of girls together," Samantha said, a gold "MISSBEHAVE" nameplate necklace hanging from her neck. "And we like, let it rip. We speak our fuckin' mind. But we are not fuckin' feminist by any means."

samantha.jpgIndeed, Missbehave is fairly unabashed in both its hipsterdom and its seeming viewpoint that girls — its writers and its audience, presumably — are obsessed with getting boys to like them and don't really want to read anything else advising them otherwise. A story in the current issue analyzing male "types" uses the characters on Entourage to explain the pros and cons of dating a "Turtle" (he'll make pretty much any girl happy; "borderline monumental man mammaries") versus a Vincent ("a face you've got to sit on to believe").

Another story, "In Defense Of The Porno Blowjob" advises readers counteract the fact that promiscuous times have "robbed" the BJ of its value by incorporating props and heels. "When it's done, rejoice as if your face had previously been enduring an epic sperm drought. Like he just put the 'man' in 'manna'." LOL!

"I was actually going to post on what you did, how Nylon sucks," Mary went on. "It's just so wan. I mean, could it be more anemic? We're in the business of unbridled enthusiasm. We really want to capture the mind of the seventeen year old girl in podunk Texas." Mary, it turned out, had gone to high school in podunk Texas (specifically, in a suburb of San Antonio), after a childhood spent as a Korean expatriate in Hong Kong, reading issues of Sassy that came in a few months late. She had spent most of her adult career at hip-hop magazines when she met Samantha, an editor at her husband's graffiti magazine Mass Appeal. They hired a small group of Lower East Side hip-hop creative types and went to work.

In a week that has seen the death of Jane and a summer that has given us a book on the enduring mythology of Sassy, it was refreshing to know there was still room in New York for girls conspiring with one another to bring back something with a bit of both magazines' essence.
"I was like, you miss Sassy, I miss Sassy, ab-so-fucking-lutely I will edit this magazine," said Mary.

"There is so much email that we get from girls who are like "OMG my life is complete," added Samantha, who had found her way into the publishing world through the downtown graffiti scene and her husband, business partner and babydaddy, whom she met "in a stairwell" at a graffiti party.

Intern Maria, who is too young to miss Sassy but likes Missbehave repaired downstairs with me for hot dogs and dancing, though we were both feeling a little too sober and, well, white to partake. As we exited, a group of colorfully clad teenagers in limited-edition sneakers lurked outside. They too, Maria pointed out, looked pretty white. She grumbled something dismissively. Hipsters. We were all too old to be hanging out with them, but that didn't mean we couldn't enjoy the mindless fruits of their ubridled enthusiasm alone on the couch. "It's a really good magazine." We went home and read it.

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<![CDATA[Dear 'Jane' Readers, Explain To Us What You See In 'Nylon'?]]> How will you replace Jane? (Or as a newly jobless Jane alum just mused to us, how will Jane replace its jobs? "Do they write about diets now? Do they turn themselves into fashionistas?") Yesterday we took a poll as to your feelings on the matter, and last we checked the vast plurality of you said Nylon. Really? Nylon? We'd never actually read it. Until today! And we must conclude: "meh." The magazine really seems to like MySpace, which makes sense because it's sort of the less-unruly Myspace of paper, in that it might be fun for us if MySpace had not renedered all of hipsterdom (and the world) functionally illiterate already, so instead it reads like a braggy self-consciously dumbed-down menagerie of hipster references set off by pictures of hipster kids in hipster poses and ew there's Leigh from Misshapes. (Do you know who Leigh Lezark of the DJ collective Misshapes is? Did you only know because you read Gawker? We actually knew who Leigh from Misshapes was before she landed herself on Gawker, because we went to her party, "Misshapes," which would have probably been the most forgettable party we had ever in our lives attended if she didn't insist on reminding us of her incredibly substantive and influential existence so often). Anyhow! Onto the magazine.

Where a typical sentence in the last issue of Jane goes: "The conversation was our normal patter—cremation versus burial, a friend's recent abortion and the convenience of peeing in the shower," a typical Nylon sentence goes "Stockholm isn't just a music capital — it's also home to some of the most exciting fashion anywhere" — accompanying a fashion spread in which every single model is wearing a T-SHIRT. Berlin! Peter Bjorn & John! A story on Dani Stahl's trip to Seattle to customize Microsoft's "cool new media player" the Zune! A four-page ad spread for Zune! A clothing line called "Illionaire"! In our favorite feature, wherein the magazine attends a party at Cinespace and interviews some attendees, "Sam" is quoted saying he is there "To see Steve [Aoki] and D.J. A.M. spin. So talented." Are you a hipster? the magazine asks. "I don't know. I haven't been defined yet." Well Sam, actually, the Nylon marketing department probably has defined you, and though they're smart enough not to put their media kit online we'd bet they have a douchebaggy corporate term they use to sell the fact you like CocoRosie and wear American Apparel slim slacks as some sort of evidence you are a "tastemaker" to the Microsoft guys. Too bad all those tastemaking classes never taught you to read!

*Oh no! Missbehave must have found our poll cause now they're totally winning. Um, we'll hate on them next. Though we actually sort of like them.

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<![CDATA[What Will You Read Instead Of 'Jane'? Presuming, Er, You Read 'Jane'...]]> "Loneliness blows," begins a story in one of our leading contenders to replace Jane as the only women's magazine we actually enjoy reading. "And if you say that being single isn't lonely, it makes us way sadder for you, the delusional girl saying it aloud. Alone. As the words ping off your apartment wall to land in front of your morbidly overfed cat." Ughhh, right on top of the morbidly overfed pile of worthless magazines. That was from Missbehave, a new magazine that in the coming months will be vying from newsstands for whatever place in your heart Jane once occupied. We've assembled three others for a poll as to which one you'll be choosing. You might notice that Lucky, a publication chock-full of ex-Sassy staffers, is not among the candidates, because it is not really a magazine, while Elle is almost too much of a magazine to satisfy the sophomoric yearnings of the Jane reader. What will? You tell us!

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