The department says girls as young as 14 will be able to get the Plan B emergency contraception without parental consent.
Parents have been notified about the CATCH pilot program and how their daughters can opt out of it.
City Council Speaker Christine Quinn says she supports the program because high school students are sexually active and getting pregnant.
The city says about 7,000 girls get pregnant by the time they reach the age of 17. It says more than half choose to get an abortion. [Washington Post]
So instead of an expensive surgical procedure, they can take pill. HOW MUCH SENSE DOES THAT MAKE? The schools already give out free condoms.
I will never, ever understand the reluctance to let high school kids have access to any and all birth control and information about sex they want. Sure, some people aren't ready for sex in high school, but LOTS of people are. Hell, it's only recently that it wasn't pretty normal to get married in your teens, not that I suggest going back to that model. It's just that, I think part of thinking "kids that age aren't ready for sex" is about the potential consequences of sex: babies and diseases. If you can eliminate a lot of that risk, isn't that ideal?
And parental consent just seems beside the point. I don't think minors should be emancipated before 18 or anything, but by the time you're 16 or 17, your decisions about your body should be your own. It seems to me a parent's job is to raise their child to feel confident making the decisions about sex that are right FOR THEM, not right for whatever idea their parents have about them and their sexuality. Anyway, good job schools and good job Speaker Quinn.
The set, which found a sweet middle zone between youthful garage rock flippancy and sarcastic grunge crunch, got a young crowd extremely excited. Moshing was instant and ongoing. Even through the total bummer of a flash rainstorm that had half the crowd straining to hear at the edge of the covered bar out of sight, soaked crowd-surfers continued to pop up, move sideways through an umbrella slalom.
Photographer Devon Banks was there, taking snapshots before and after the deluge. Check out the damp, yet rocking slideshow that follows...
It’s a much-anticipated art week. There is much art to anticipate. The New York Art Book Fair will blow our wallets; the Dumbo Arts Festival will blow our minds; Occupy Wall Street will blow our sense of complacence; VICE will blow...well, you get the idea.
In July, three Washington state teenagers who said they were sold online for sex filed suit against Backpage's owners for allegedly enabling their exploitation. At the time, Village Voice Media said the suit wouldn't pass legal muster and is barred by federal law. [AP]
Make no mistake, I am 100% and forever against rape, child abuse, and sex trafficking. I agree that it is awful, terrible, and must be stopped. But this is stupid:
Connecticut Sen. Richard Blumenthal called on Backpage.com in an open letter in March to "stop promoting and profiting from human trafficking" by shutting down its adult services section as Craigslist had done. [AP]
Yes, as we all know, sex trafficking was cut in half when Craigslist shut down erotic services. Now if only those big awful pro-child rape jerks at Backpage would shut it down, no person would ever be trafficked again. Truly, the only thing keeping sellers of children in business is the opportunity to advertise. Oh wait! Here's a story from just days ago about noted child rapist Jerry Sandusky and his non-Backpage-affiliated ring of children being sold for sex!
And, as Charlotte Shane pointed out in Tits and Sass last year, closing places like Craigslist erotic services and Backpage not only makes it harder to catch and prosecute traffickers, it makes it that much more difficult, expensive, and unsafe for legitimate sex workers to get business. We, as a country, need to stop kidding ourselves that we can legislate sex work out of existence. But more than that we need to stop cheering when some senator bullies a legitimate business for doing its thing instead of doing his job and passing legislation to fund efforts to actually STOP TRAFFICKING.
I swear, we love to point the finger at anyone but the people who are actually to blame: the person selling a child for sex and the person buying it. Well, at the very least, we can be happy for what's left of the Voice staff that they're back in Kutcher's good graces. For now.
Overblown as anything in that article? Yeah, but there's a kernal of truth there. The band do unquestionably have moments that seem to be about intricacy more than any distinct feeling or concrete lyrical idea. I wouldn't necessarily say that Shields erases that gripe. But it has a much different feel than the rest of their work, and seems like a bigger departure than has generally been acknowledged.
Photographer Bex Wade was lucky enough to be hanging around while rising New York rapper Zebra Katz was filming the video for his new track, "W8WTF." There was champagne, and there were super models. And so now there are photos, naturally. Watch the full video over at Stereogum.
Kansas City pop group SSION are, by my estimation, one of the most underrated bands of the 00s. Their first proper record, 2003's Opportunity Bless My Soul, was a super-sarcastic pop-punk record, that hurled spitballs at the "Return of the Rock!" garage revival of its moment. ("If I was hot this would sound like the Strokes! If I was smart this would sound like...Pavement!") It holds up way better than I would have expected, but their follow-up, 2007's Fool's Gold, is a minor masterpiece of slick gay disco. Had it come out on DFA instead of Chicago's small party label Sleazetone Records, it might have been a crossover indie hit. (But if your catchiest song is called "Street Jizz", crossover appeal might not be the main goal?)
As a live act, Cody Critcheloe and his rotating band have always been a total spectacle. In their bratty punk phase, I saw Cody perform dressed as a cow, pantomime giving birth to a stuffed snake, do a few songs in a Kurt Cobain mask (while faux-Grohls and Novaselics lurked behind him), and have a full conversation with an animated projection of his disappointed Dad. For Fool's Gold, he made an elaborate golden altar (out of cardboard) and just basked in ironic opulence, with backup dancers made up to be body doubles, liek he were the gay Saddam Hussein or something. At one point, he produced a Wile E. Coyote sparking cartoon dynamite ball, and it seemed pretty natural, really. In the present day, at last night's record release for its follow-up, Bent, SSION seems to have further morphed into a darker, more physical club act, turning even a cover of Young Marble Giants' "Credit in the Straight World" into a prompt for full-on grinding. It ended with the singer diving from the stage, then inviting the crowd back to join him on it. The closed-off cult seemed pretty cozy.
The scene at Santos Party House last night follows, in stills and slightly .giffed motion. This is probably the most visually subdued I have ever seen them, mind you...
Joey: So we were friends, then we were a couple, then we were friends again, then we were a couple... what are we now?
Dawson: We're Dawson and Joey.
Joey: You think every Joey has a Dawson and every Dawson has a Joey?
Dawson: I hope so. For their sake.
So in retrospect, maybe Dawson's Creek wasn't worthy of inciting one of the most dedicated teenage followings of the 90s. The dialogue was bloated, the characters weren't all that likable, the theme song was a little too blatant in its heart-tugging. But the high schooled masses kept coming back for more.
James Van Der Beek can't seem to really wrap his head around it either. In an interview with New York Magazine's Vulture touching on the Dawson's reunion reported to unfold on the season premiere of Don't Trust the B—— in Apartment 23, in which Van Der Beek plays a hilariously exaggerated version of himself attempting to get the ol' gang back to together, he muses on how the show's popularity did not add up:
But being on something that has the impact that that [Dawson's Creek] did, it's just — I don't know. There's almost kind of no place to put it in the realm of normal, sensible life experience. It's just one of those things that just does not compute in a lot of ways. So it's been really interesting to touch base with a lot of those guys this many years out, and laugh about some of the things we thought we knew, and just kind of joke about, Boy, how crazy was that? It was just a very unique experience. But we've all kind of come to a good place on it.
Oh, man. We were all so dumb in the 90s!
With just hours to go before the (critically praised) season premiere of Parks and Recreation, we culled together a mix to honor easily one of the most likable characters on television, Ms. Leslie Knope. Go forth, homegirl, and lead Pawnee, Indiana into a comfortably middling, standard-achieving future. We're all rooting for you.
We’ve seen a lot of exciting work come out of online arts journals like Triple Canopy and The Highlights over the past few years. Text-image-audio essays have challenged ways we read stories and blended media into a more immersive and personal experience than the gallery tends to offer. But while you’d think art on the internet makes for a more open community, the landscape still seems tightly controlled (or, I guess, professionalized)— so I was excited when I heard about Megazine, a recent online arts journal for emerging artists.
1. Grizzly Bear
Fresh off their appearance on Fallon the other night, you should probably expect our local heroes to play a bunch of stuff off their new record Shields. And maybe, just maybe they'll throw "Two Weeks" in there for good measure.
2. David Byrne and St. Vincent
We just want to stomp our feet and shake our hair to the horn-filled exuberance that is Love This Giant. And then, you know, we'll catch the duo again at Williamsburg Park when we get back to Brooklyn.
3. Diamond Rings
This Northside-alum has been especially close to our hearts since the final night of Northside 2011; we spent it embroiled in an epic dance-off during his set at Europa (our art director is still the reigning office dance champion). Plus, you'll want to show up just to see what he'll be wearing this time around.
This Florida-based trio blazed through New York City last week, but in case you missed them (what were you thinking?) you have this weekend to chase them across international borders before they head back down south.
5. Cate Le Bon
Le Bon may be playing Mercury Lounge tomorrow and Union Pool on Saturday, but there's something about seeing a Nico-nodding Welsh songstress in a French-Canadian province where everyone runs around wearing berets and carrying cigarette holders (don't they?!) that just feels right, you know? You know. (And it just so happens that her latest album, CYRK, is quite stunning.)
It takes a while. But first, there is the seduction. Many slugs have elaborate mating rituals, to prevent interbreeding between species. After that, they get in the slimy slug 69 and wait for their balloon sac penises to get working. There is, of course, a video:
Sometimes, though, during all the lying around and sperming, the slugs' penises can get stuck together, apparently because slug penises will corkscrew on occasion. When that happens, they have to apophallate, which is a polite way of saying chew each others' dicks off. I guess they just chew until one of them gets free. The now penis-less slug is still able to mate, just only (only!) as a female. This is okay, though, because it keeps the gene pool fresher.
After mating, both slugs (if they still have their dicks) or just one slug go and lay a bunch of eggs in a hole and forget about it, until the next time they're in the mood for more penis entanglement. And that is how slugs are made: it's gross and beautiful.
Sources: The Sensual Slug, UVM Blog
Dust off your flyest bowling shirt, re-bleach your tips, and get used to the nagging dread of hating everyone and everything this world has to offer.
Stopping by the set of Conan last night to promote the coming season of Parks and Recreation, Adam Scott took some time to contemplate one of the overlooked mysteries of the 90s: What, exactly, was Vanilla Ice thinking when he wrote "Ice Ice Baby?" Could it be that Robert Matthew "Vanilla Ice" Van Winkle's genius is not a streamlined, logical genius? Watch above as Scott offers a line-by-line breakdown of the song, maybe the best thing you'll watch all day.
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I like how most of the review is basically "It's not as good as Pervert's…
I don't know man - Dip > 25 Bucks
Ludicrous overreach!! How did this make it past an editor??