Jay-Z was also pretty adorable.
The Feminist Internet is, as usual, scrambling to decide: empowering, or not empowering? If anyone had actually been paying attention to Nicki all these years, they’d already know the answer.
The track finally puts to rest the empty calls for “peace” amidst ongoing protests in Ferguson, Missouri since the killing of unarmed teenager Michael Brown.
2.5 hours of tunes, because we know how long brunch takes.
Tegan and Sara, detox crafts, Baconland and TREES.
“I feel certain God loves me just the way I am.”
LGBTQ rights groups are joining activists, allies and former performers in opposing Michfest’s trans-female-exclusionary intention, and if Michfest wants to attract new fans, it needs to listen up.
They’re from all over the globe kickin’ ass and takin’ names one record at a time. Hear them. See them. Support them!
Katy Perry has once again offended a whole mess of people, to the surprise of absolutely nobody.
Eight of our favorite lady-bosses and an inspirational playlist for all you bosses out there.
“If there’s one overarching theme on The Voyager, it’s the idea of being a woman and getting older and railing against the things that society (and even human instinct) thinks that you should have.”
There’s a feminist anthem out there for you. Or, rather, in here.
“Megan and I took our hippie bullshit feelings back to Bonnaroo this summer and it was everything we dreamed it would be and a couple of things we didn’t want or enjoy, like heatstroke.”
A playlist full of walking-down-the-street-in-your-own-happy-music-video music.
They wear mustaches and snapbacks. I really don’t know what else we could ask for from the universe.
Hymns for a 3 a.m. waffle brunch situation
Who are the QPOC or POC artists that we bob and weave to on an everyday basis? In the spirit of our A-Camp QPOC group The Speakeasy, here is a Block Party playlist for everyone to enjoy.
You’d think that since it’s summertime, I’d be cruising around with the top down, sipping on lemonade, wearing super cool neon shades and blasting high-energy tracks about lipgloss or whatever. Instead, I’m finding myself drawn to mopey women with guitars, plodding dance beats and navel-gazing, introspective lyrics.
Is it pop because there are so many catchy hooks? Is it rock because it has that new wave-y grungy garage sound? Is it electronic music because it has synthetic drums and cymbals, deep bass drums, and clap tracks that have the authenticity of a sitcom laugh track?
Quotes from a new Rolling Stone cover story just make explicit the themes she’s been shredding about for years.