There's a fantastic interview with Oscar-winner Cate Blanchett over at the Guardian today. In it, she discusses everything from her fellow celebrities to climate change and even addresses the loss of her father.
There's a debate raging in The Guardian. Yesterday, DJ Connell threw down the gauntlet by suggesting that "the 'chick-lit' label does nothing for humorous female writers already suffering exclusion from an old boys' club." Today, a chick-lit author responds:
"But how about being fat? Isn't it bad for her? Aren't any of these caring teachers going to mention heart disease, or talk to Precious about overeating as addiction, or as the symptom of abuse?" Really, Peter Bradshaw?
"What with the blood-like floor and the heaps of ash-coloured concrete intestines, these works were forcing me to think about bodies and new life, and even death," writes Isabella Welch of artist Anish Kapoor. Welch is 10 years old.
"They may as well have said, 'Yes, that's a shame about you being poor – why have you not considered being rich?'" - Hadley Freeman [The Guardian]
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The Brits are dragged kicking and screaming into the 21st century. Now only the French remain, and we all know how hopeless they are. [The Times]
Let's say you finally got that no good pulse-with-a-penis you've been living with the last ten years to agree to marry you. How would you feel if he then decided to ask your father's permission? Would you feel all warmy and gooey because you're a girly girl and you have ten stuffed animals on your bed at the age of…
We can't decide if 'super papa' Jurgen Hass is a saint, a madman or a creep.
Yoga has always been something I've filed along with menstrual cups and wheatgerm, under the heading Just Not Interested, Thanks.
