I'm so excited!

I can't believe Kathleen Hanna is performing again!

In December 2010, Kathleen Hanna and former Bikini Kill band mate Kathi Wilcox previewed a performance of their new project The Julie Ruin at the Knitting Factory in Brooklyn


who is Julie Ruin?

Julie Ruin is the independent record produced by Kathleen Hanna under the name Julie Ruin in 1997, while taking a break from Bikini Kill. It touches upon feminism, crocheting, aerobics and resisting police abuse. It was mostly produced in Kathleen's apartment in Olympia, Washington. Despite this project mostly being known for the album, Kathleen Hanna started collaborating with her friends Sadie Benning and Johanna Fateman in order to create a live version of Julie Ruin.





** update -- A friend just watched this ^ video and said: "was that fat phobic though?"
I sadly said yes. In order to provoke laughter and illustrate her embarrassment Hanna uses a half naked picture of a fat woman's body passed out. Fat phobia is all around us. Using Violent, humiliating, and fragmented imagery of fat female bodies is not fucking cool. Although Hanna is a feminist rebel grrrl trying to revamp her career, it is still necessary to critique and question her privilege and presence as a white, able-bodied, skinny, cis-gendered female.

( thanks Kyle )

Viz-ibility

Salut!,
Unlike the other two fantastic posts, this one lacks any real substance. I just thought I would provide some musical - albeit feminist - entertainment. Since much of this project surrounds the issue of visibility, I thought it would be appropriate to include the song 'Viz' by Le Tigre.



The song deals specifically with the visibility of certain gender performances in the queer community. I just thought it was fitting, the title and chorus at least.

-Cuntilicious

[For your interest, if you have any, here are the lyrics:]

Walk in
Give him my name
Looks up and down
Takes a good look at my pecs

Puts down the clipboard
Opens the rope for my ‘stache
Walk in with my duffel hanging

Hat is tilted
I'm inside
My eyes dream of bedroom surprise

They call it climbing, and I call it visibility
They call it coolness, and I call it visibility
They call it way too rowdy, I call it finally free

There’s a girl
Her lips that have never seen
She comes up
Dances on me

I look into her eyes
I say "Hey, you’re not a dyke"
She says:

"I call it climbing, and you call it visibility
I call it coolness, and you call it visibility
I call it way too rowdy, you call it finally free"

There’s a slap
On my back
I find another butch, hat cocked, and we

We put out our hands
In the crowd
And over and over we jump up and down

They call it climbing, and we call it visibility
They call it coolness, and we call it visibility
They call it way too rowdy, we call it finally free