Over a year ago, comedian and wife guy Alec Robbins released his smash hit comic Mr Boop, where he tells the factual tale of his life being married to Betty Boop – yes, that Betty Boop. A new panel was released daily, and in a pandemic haze, I was obsessed. Each day we’d wait with bated breath for a new issue. Did he still love his wife? Oh, thank goodness, he did. What started off as a silly comic about a guy who was really into his wife turned into a feminist horror about narratives, control and expectations.
Now I could write a nuanced article about how violence is deemed less inappropriate than female gratification on screen, or I could talk about how Hollywood has become so monopolised that it’s accidentally reverted back to the virtuous and sexless ways of the Hays code, but instead, I’m going to write a shitpost ranking the oral aptitude of all the Batmen, because apparently, I’m now the Boshemia Superhero correspondent?
We eventually found ourselves back in Echo Park—broke, lonely, and gay. As these codependent friendships go, we were destined for an end, or a pause. Night after night of drinking and feeling like losers started to wear on us.
Over the past decade or so, superheroes have only gotten bigger and bigger - this has just so happened to coincide with the rise of body dysmorphia in men. There is an increased pressure for men to have washboard abs, have basically no body fat and have a perfect V-shaped body; when the majority of media features men who look like action dolls, it makes sense that men are conditioned to believe that this is how they should look.
Taylor Swift taught me how to talk about differing-gender relationships long enough to get out of my hometown, and later, my college town, a script that allowed me to appear authentic even as I was struggling to articulate, internally, what I wanted out of my life. And for that, I love her.
It was a day of peaceful but powerful protest and people power. In this author and protest attendee’s opinion, police escalation of hostility was what sparked the violent clashes as the sun went down.
Historians have removed the idea of women as flaneurs for years, deeming their experience of city walking to be limited. Perhaps it was never limited, just different.
The image of a monstrous woman is used to belittle, shame and discourage powerful women, teaching them to adhere to the status quo and remember their place.
Superhero moves offer simple solutions to simple threats. There are bad guys and good guys and nothing in between. The Boys takes that view and turns it in on itself. There are no good guys and bad guys: there are simply corporations and people fighting for power. And they can do whatever they want.
Once again police brutality and the force’s institutionalised racism has reared its ugly head, and the concept of watching a nice, comforting TV show about cops is practically nauseating.
Lana Del Rey citing herself as glamorous, fragile and delicate while othering women of colour as “strong,” goes hand in hand with a long tradition of viewing white women as glamourous and women of colour as exotic
Anyway, I guess we’re all going to die. We’re not, but I wouldn’t blame you for feeling that way. You’re stuck inside while people are literally dying and the government’s response has been objectively terrible. The only thing we can do is bake bread and watch TV.
Reading & Leeds Festival announced their line-up for this year and while it’s certainly full of decent to great acts, it’s all looking a little XY-chromosome heavy, isn’t it? Here are 11 non-male artists who could easily have gone on that line-up.
You’re never going to get a racist on TV, own them, and change their minds. You’re never going to persuade people that racism is, in fact, bad by tweeting a solid burn. Save your outrage, it doesn’t work. Don’t tweet about them, don’t click articles about them, don’t watch videos where they’re spewing their bile, just ignore them.
Not every trans person is, wants to be, or has to be a beacon of visibility or activism. Nikkie, just like most, just wants to live in the right identity, quietly and unremarked for it. Trans people don’t owe anybody anything; not explanations, not knowledge, nothing.
At the end of every year Spotify presents you with a playlist of your top 100 most listened to songs. Boshemia staff have taken their top 10 to combine and make a playlist that reflects our vibes across the year. We’ve ruminated on how our top tracks ended up so and shared our thoughts.
