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I could not wait to get my pole dance project under way. This is truly an understudied environment and I'm all about being the pioneer! I began a month long conversation with the studio manager at the New York City location about if and how the school would want to be involved in my project. It was during much phone tag with my contact at the school that I discovered they were having a Halloween party for their students. I decided this was a perfect opportunity for observation of the students at this school and a full on sub-cultural experience.  After I put out a few more unreturned phone calls in order to get on the guest list for the event I did what any intrepid investigator would do, I went ahead and crashed the party.

It's shaping up to be the Week of Misogyny.  First, we had Karl Lagerfeld blame "fat mummies siting on the couch eating crisps" for Brigitte Magazine's decision to ban models from their fashion magazine.  Then we had Ralph Lauren's nauseating photoshopped campaign of a model (yes a model) reduced to half her real size.  Think concentration camp body with big breasts and a full face.  RL apologized only to release a second photoshopped image of what I'm calling "Auschwitz chic".

And now we have Christian Louboutin attacking Barbie for having cankles.

And the award for revealing the true misogynistic nature of the fashion industry in one nasty remark goes to Karl Lagerfeld.  If you don't know who Karl Lagerfeld is he's the "tsar" of the fashion world - the man behind Chanel who makes Rachel Zoe stammer like a school girl.

Some context: last week Brigitte magazine shocked the fashion world by revealing that they'd banned professional models from appearing in their magazine.  From now on, they'd ONLY USE REAL WOMEN.  It was a huge moment for women and, frankly, for the feminist movement.  It tore through the blogosphere and, I will admit, I was waiting to see who was going to come out all ghetto and it's so great that it was a man.

Karl Lagerfeld said the decision by Germany's most popular women's magazine was "absurd" and driven by overweight women who did not like to be reminded of their weight issues.

Yes, this is a real ad that Ralph Lauren was using for their Fall campaign.  And, no, this isn't a real image of a real woman.  This is a digitally enhanced or should I say digitally emaciated picture of a woman that minus the hair and the outfit has the physique of an Auschwitz survivor or maybe a Serbian refugee. 

A big thank you to Boingboing.net for calling out Ralph Lauren for this sick, sexist ad.  For a minute, Ralph Lauren sent them this nasty we-may-sue-you legal letter but boingboing didn't cave.  Instead they posted the letter and eventually got an apology from RL.

Haven't we had our fill of skinny?  We get it.  Gay fashionistas don't like curves.  Even pubescent teen models aren't skinny enough for them.  I so respect the German magazine Brigitte for ditching models for real women in ALL THEIR NEW ISSUES.

A subject dear to my heart and clitoris. I have been involved in promoting the diversity of women's sex organs since I showed feminists a vulva slide show at the NOW conference in the early seventies. No woman should ever suffer from feeling there is something wrong with her vulva through lack of positive imagery. See you at the Vulvagraphics Show.

Even I was a bit shocked by these numbers.  Researchers who studied the link between sexual habits and alcohol consumption among 3,000 women found 50% preferred sex under the influence.  The reason: alcohol helped them lose their inhibitions.

This is what happens when you cut sex ed, cram abstinence until marriage down everyone's throats, perpetuate the slut stigma, and try to control human sexuality by shaming women.  We still have sex but we can't take responsibility for our decisions so we have a few drinks to absent ourselves.  Talk about a compromising situation.  You don't remember how much fun it was and you're less likely to be in the moment - less likely to communicate what you want and insist on protection.

Here's some other alarming facts:

This is unfuckingbelievable.  I'm so sick of the fashion industry disrespecting women.  We're the ones who buy your clothes!

A stylist and casting director have left a London Fashion Week show over a decision to use average-sized models, a fashion boss says.

Amanda May, managing director for Canadian designer Mark Fast, said there were "creative differences with regards to the casting of those girls".

Fast broke fashion convention by putting three size 12 to 14 models on the catwalk on Saturday.

"There was a team change and we're glad we stuck to our vision," said Ms May.

OMG!  The stampede is going to be worse than a Dolce & Gabanna sample sale.  And I have to admit that as a woman with large "ass"ets I'd love to suck a bit of fat out and pump it into my breasts.  Am I still a feminist?

Women are to be offered "natural breast enlargements" using unwanted fat from other parts of their bodies, it has been announced.  The technique will be made available "early next year", according to the Harley Medical Group.

Betty answered the question, I posted it, and it got over 2,000 reads in a matter of hours. We had to put it to bed once and for all.

The sexual musings on the web today were all about condoms and sperm.

It seems that Scottish men wear the biggest condoms according to supermarket purchasing data.

If you want healthy sperm, then go for the guy with the highest IQ.  Knew there was a reason I'm attracted to geeks.  I guess the ideal man would be a smart scotsman.

Contestants competing for the title of Miss Universe were required to participate in Condom Olympics. They had to inflate condoms till they burst or fill them with water for Aids awareness.  Thank you, Donald Trump.

Thank you, Lien, for the link to this article.  I bought this Glamour issue at the airport and will admit that I was shocked to see the image of Lizzie Miller.  I hate it when I realize that I've been conditioned.  I'm going to go eat more tiramisu:

It's a photo that measures all of three by three inches in our September issue, but the letters about it started to flood my inbox literally the day Glamour hit newsstands. (As editor-in-chief, I pay attention to this stuff!) "I am gasping with delight...I love the woman on p 194!" said one...then another, and another, andanotherandanotherandanother. So...who is she? And what on earth is so special about her?

Here's the deal: The picture wasn't of a celebrity. It wasn't of a supermodel. It was of a woman sitting in her underwear with a smile on her face and a belly that looks...wait for it...normal.