"Since the beginning of the 20th Century, Disney has been the primary cinematic storyteller in the fairy tale genre. Maleficent matters because they spent $170 Million making a movie that employs timeless fairy tale motifs in surprising new ways and then positioned it as a big summer blockbuster."
Disney’s Maleficent brought in $70 Million at the box office during its opening weekend. The real significance of the film, however, has nothing to do with revenue. Instead, it represents a cultural shift that can potentially have profound implications for our children.
Why Disney’s “Maleficent” Matters, Jordan Shapiro, Forbes.
#DWEN kicks off the 5th annual Dell Women’s Network Conference with tabletop fireworks (well, confetti pops) - attendees here at Austin City Limits from 14 countries (incl. @karagoldin whom I saw in the elevator!). Onstage is Dell CMO Karen Quintos welcoming us to what looks like a kickass lineup (with kickass food)(also at the W Austin so kickass pool & kickass Bliss products to stash in your bag). (at Austin City Limits)
"I’d go to a press lunch and sit at a table with Gloria Steinem—heroine of my youth, my alma mater, and, well, the entire feminist publishing industry—hoping she wouldn’t ask me where I worked."
by Jessanne Collins, former Playgirl editor (and reluctant model)
"Anyone who’s worked in an adult industries will tell you that when it comes down to it, it’s just business. Producing porn feels like producing anything else—spark plugs, catalogs—the only difference is that in this case the materials involved are bodies. In between, it’s just paperwork and networking, like any job."
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
Thank you, Maya Angelou. RIP.