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How Mixing Data And Fashion Can Make Rent The Runway Tech's Next Billion Dollar Star

Five years ago Jennifer Hyman was a 29-year-old Harvard Business School graduate with no experience in fashion or technology, pitching her startup, Rent the Runway, to a boardroom full of partners at a big-time Boston venture capital firm. The idea then, as now, was to buy designer dresses wholesale and rent them, over the Web, for a night or two for a fraction of the price. When Hyman was about to get to the part where she explained how many inventory turns she could get from a Diane von Furstenberg, one of the men interrupted the presentation, cupped her hand in his and said,”You are just too cute. You get this big closet and get to play with all these dresses and can wear whatever you want. This must be so much fun!”

Jesus Chriiiiiiiiiist

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When I playacted with my girl friends, I always wanted a boy’s part. And my model was my father, who drew me diagrams of magnets and the digestive system, not my mother, who intruded on my life of the mind by making me dry the dishes. Later on things got more complicated. On one level I was determined to prove that except for a little accident of hormones, I was a perfectly good man: I was going to be a famous writer/actress/scientist. Domestic chores were contemptible (I would have servants, since I couldn’t have a wife), and children—who needed them? Women were pretty contemptible too, except those happy few of us who were really men.

At the same time, without any feeling of absurdity, I worked obsessively at making myself a desirable object. I followed all the rules—build up their egos, don’t be aggressive, don’t flaunt your brains, be charming, diet, dance, be with it, wear a girdle, never kiss goodnight on the first date—until I learned that breaking them a little, or better yet appearing to break them, attracted the more imaginative boys.

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I Don't Care If You Like It

Ungggh, this is so good. Bless you, Rebecca Traister. <3

I wish it were different. I wish that every woman whose actions and worth are parsed and restricted, congratulated and condemned in this country might just once get to wheel aroundon the committee that doesn’t believe their medically corroborated story of assault, or on the protesters who tell them that termination is a sin they will regret, or on the boss who tells them he doesn’t believe in their sexual choices, or on the mid-fifties man who congratulates them, or himself, on finding them appealing deep into their dotageand go black in the eyes and say, “I don’t fucking care if you like it.”

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Let Me Drive You Home. It's a Bad World Out There.

ibelieveyouitsnotyourfault:

By Jennifer Cumby

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When I was 17, I went away to college. I left a small city and went to the state capital, Richmond, Va., to pursue a degree in theatre.

I was cute. I was savvy. I was smart, full of derring do, and overflowing with confidence.

I made lots of friends—girls and boys.

We…

Awesome new tumblr to follow: “Can we use our collective life experience to be a safe haven for kids who need it? Can we tell stories and answer questions and offer solidarity and resources and maybe break some cycles before they begin? Can we do it with humor and transparency, and without coming across like dorky, hand-wringing moms? After all, so many of us are still those kids.”

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I wish there was more of a celebration of getting older.

Winona Ryder [x]

P.S. The awesome Helen Mirren is her landlady!

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Don’t touch women and don’t talk to them.

emilygould:

Last night after the No Regrets event I took the F home and there were two incredibly drunk guys in my car, middle-aged white guys in button-down shirts, not young fratty bros.  They were hugging a pole in the middle of the crowded car, talking to each other loudly, moving unsteadily, slurring their words. I was worried, like I am 50% of the time on the subway at night, that vomit might happen on or near me. But they were only bothering each other, til they started talking to a woman who was sitting in the outer seat of a two-seat facing them, effectively underneath them, such that to talk to her one of them had to put his hand on the metal pole right behind her head so that he was sort of crouching over her. She had big, obvious neon green headphones on and I couldn’t see her face because of the direction her seat was facing. And she had a book open, but they were talking to her anyway. I couldn’t hear anything she said. She laughed at one point but to me it sounded like an uncomfortable laugh. Everyone else in the car was looking at these guys, looking at her, looking at each other, saying nothing. And then the louder of the two guys I guess wanted to get her attention because maybe she went back to her book and stopped nervously appeasing him so he reached over and touched her shoulder, not hard, just like “hey,”

DON’T TOUCH HER, I screamed.

"Whuh? Hey, I’m just … mind your business, we’re just talking," or whatever nonsense, he slurred.

DON’T TOUCH WOMEN AND DON’T TALK TO THEM. YOU’RE DRUNK. SHE DOESN’T WANT TO TALK TO YOU. DON’T TOUCH WOMEN AND DON’T TALK TO THEM, I screamed.

He protested, he called me “McSweeney’s” (!!) and he called me some other names, including, of course, “crazy,”  But other women in the car chimed in, telling him to lay off, back off, calm down. And I got off at the next stop, so I don’t know what else happened.

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elizabitchtaylor:

On December 6th, 1989, shortly before five ‘o’ clock and the end of classes before Christmas break, fourteen female engineering students were shot and killed at the École Polytechnique in Montreal, Quebec by a gunman who claimed he was “fighting feminism”. 
The massacre stands as one of the most tragic hate crimes in Canadian history. 
Today we remember:

Geneviève Bergeron, aged 21;Hélène Colgan, 23;Nathalie Croteau, 23;Barbara Daigneault, 22;Anne-Marie Edward, 21;Maud Haviernick, 29;Barbara Maria Klucznik, 31;Maryse Leclair, 23;Annie St.-Arneault, 23;Michèle Richard, 21;Maryse Laganière, 25;Anne-Marie Lemay, 22;Sonia Pelletier, 28; andAnnie Turcotte, aged 21.

(image credit: Sandy Kowalik)

Wow. Never knew about this. So horrid.

elizabitchtaylor:

On December 6th, 1989, shortly before five ‘o’ clock and the end of classes before Christmas break, fourteen female engineering students were shot and killed at the École Polytechnique in Montreal, Quebec by a gunman who claimed he was “fighting feminism”. 

The massacre stands as one of the most tragic hate crimes in Canadian history. 

Today we remember:

Geneviève Bergeron, aged 21;
Hélène Colgan, 23;
Nathalie Croteau, 23;
Barbara Daigneault, 22;
Anne-Marie Edward, 21;
Maud Haviernick, 29;
Barbara Maria Klucznik, 31;
Maryse Leclair, 23;
Annie St.-Arneault, 23;
Michèle Richard, 21;
Maryse Laganière, 25;
Anne-Marie Lemay, 22;
Sonia Pelletier, 28; and
Annie Turcotte, aged 21.
(image credit: Sandy Kowalik)

Wow. Never knew about this. So horrid.

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When I’m worried and cannot sleep
I count all the male peers I’ve already outstripped professionally and laugh a full-throated laugh

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He specifically wanted [writers] from small towns who would work for less than people based in SF or NY… he asked me to search for talented writers in Poughkeepsie or Pittsburgh or ‘other crappy cities that begin with P.’ In one of our meetings we went through some of the writers I picked…some from Jezebel, HelloGiggles, xoJane, etc. He had them up on the projector and we went to their sites and rated them on a 1-5 scale. There was a list of criteria — ‘good grammar,’ ‘frequently updates blog.’ Then there were qualities he didn’t want — i.e. ‘angry,’ ‘man-hating.’ And everyone was rated on this scale. He told me not to contact so many ‘smart’ writers (I think he meant something very specific by ‘smart’) and that many of the ones I liked seemed to have big chips on their shoulders. He’d never heard of Bitch or xoJane, and I don’t think he knew about Bust magazine before I told him about it…I told him about Bitch and he snarked on the name and said ‘advertisers must love that.’

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Men, women, and media empire-building

annfriedman:

Narratives matter. When publishers who are not super keyed into the internet read inThe New York Times that there are these young men who are redefining media and building a dedicated online following, you can bet those young men become more attractive hires—and that they have more bargaining power. Theirs are the names that leap to mind. It’s like a sexist perpetual-motion machine. By the time we get to the advanced-empire stage of making demands and running spinoff sites, is it any wonder that women are conspicuously absent? [Ed. note: Well, not totally absent. They are often editing and assisting and doing the web producing for these men.]

Alla dis.

No seriously go read the whole thing.

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vocativ:

Male tech bloggers speculate women’s brains can’t handle coding —&gt; http://voc.tv/14EsNKo
I’ve seen The Social Network enough times to know that computer programmers tend to be skinny, anti-social twerps, who occasionally get punked by the cool kids before getting rich by stealing great ideas from their taller, more socially adroit counterparts. Oh, and they’re all dudes.
The last part of this cartoonish stereotype is actually true, and in a Larry Summers moment yesterday, a well-known entrepreneur sparked a big angry interwebs debate when he posited that the reason this boy’s club exists is that women are genetically predisposed to suck at coding.
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vocativ:

Male tech bloggers speculate women’s brains can’t handle coding —> http://voc.tv/14EsNKo

I’ve seen The Social Network enough times to know that computer programmers tend to be skinny, anti-social twerps, who occasionally get punked by the cool kids before getting rich by stealing great ideas from their taller, more socially adroit counterparts. Oh, and they’re all dudes.

The last part of this cartoonish stereotype is actually true, and in a Larry Summers moment yesterday, a well-known entrepreneur sparked a big angry interwebs debate when he posited that the reason this boy’s club exists is that women are genetically predisposed to suck at coding.

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Kelly Framel &amp; Jamie Beck shot Danielle &amp; Jodie Snyder of DANNIJO in Armani, inspired by the suffragettes of the 1910s. (via In Celebration { Of Sisterhood } | The Glamourai)

Kelly Framel & Jamie Beck shot Danielle & Jodie Snyder of DANNIJO in Armani, inspired by the suffragettes of the 1910s. (via In Celebration { Of Sisterhood } | The Glamourai)

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humansofnewyork:

“Even at this advanced age, I still don’t understand women. They remain a mystery.”“What specifically about women is most mysterious to you?”“The moods. Every woman is a special gift. But they all have the moods.”

And you, sir, are in all likelihood a bag of all the dicks.

humansofnewyork:

“Even at this advanced age, I still don’t understand women. They remain a mystery.”
“What specifically about women is most mysterious to you?”
“The moods. Every woman is a special gift. But they all have the moods.”

And you, sir, are in all likelihood a bag of all the dicks.

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Things that look like feminism but aren’t

Things that are not feminism:

1. Asking a question about why women do or want things and answering with why you do or want things, and calling it feminism. (Or, as Julia Wong put it, “My feminism demands that women be allowed to speak for themselves.”)

2. Assuming that a “vibrant young woman” (separate from a “soulfully beautiful and professionally accomplished one) suffers from false consciousness about her own sexuality, and that she needs your pity and implicit shaming, and calling it feminism.

3. Claiming that you are not judging women’s sexual behavior differently from men’s, and then judging women’s sexual behavior differently from men. And calling it feminism.

Read the rest, by Irin Carmon, here.

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The photograph is one of a series of approximately fifty ‘performalist’ self-portrait photographs collectively known as the S.O.S. Starification Object Series (1974-82). These feature the artist topless, satirising the poses of glamour models in women’s magazines using a range of props including sunglasses, a cowboy hat and toy guns, rollers, a silk turban and a plastic toy. In all the pictures, Wilke is dotted with the gum wounds which ‘starify’ her, transforming her into a star at the same time as emphasising her scarred or wounded state. The regular and symmetrical placement of the wounds recall the African ritual of scarification in which bodies are ritually scarred, usually as a means of marking a developmental rite of passage. Wilke’s ‘starification’ thus hints at a ritual scarring process necessary to become a female star. In her public performances of this work, documented indirectly by the photographs, Wilke would hand sticks of gum to visitors as they entered the gallery space, before removing her shirt. She would then request the chewed gum from her audience, twisting each piece into a vagina form and sticking it to her bare skin, thus marking herself with a sign. She commented: ‘I chose gum because it’s the perfect metaphor for the American woman – chew her up, get what you want out of her, throw her out and pop in a new piece.’ 

(via 'Marxism and Art: Beware of Fascist Feminism', Hannah Wilke)

The photograph is one of a series of approximately fifty ‘performalist’ self-portrait photographs collectively known as the S.O.S. Starification Object Series (1974-82). These feature the artist topless, satirising the poses of glamour models in women’s magazines using a range of props including sunglasses, a cowboy hat and toy guns, rollers, a silk turban and a plastic toy. In all the pictures, Wilke is dotted with the gum wounds which ‘starify’ her, transforming her into a star at the same time as emphasising her scarred or wounded state. The regular and symmetrical placement of the wounds recall the African ritual of scarification in which bodies are ritually scarred, usually as a means of marking a developmental rite of passage. Wilke’s ‘starification’ thus hints at a ritual scarring process necessary to become a female star. In her public performances of this work, documented indirectly by the photographs, Wilke would hand sticks of gum to visitors as they entered the gallery space, before removing her shirt. She would then request the chewed gum from her audience, twisting each piece into a vagina form and sticking it to her bare skin, thus marking herself with a sign. She commented: ‘I chose gum because it’s the perfect metaphor for the American woman – chew her up, get what you want out of her, throw her out and pop in a new piece.’

(via 'Marxism and Art: Beware of Fascist Feminism', Hannah Wilke)