Something for the booty and the mind (at the same time)

These past few years have been epic for femme-C's-- we've dropped some really massive talents all around the world, and it's showing. From Uffie to Amanda Blank to Kid Sister and so many more, we're finally beginning to take over in a male-dominated industry-- come on, right now, you've got M.I.A. selling more music than Jay-Z, Ne-Yo, Akon... credit is finally being paid where it's due, especially if you consider which of those artists mentioned are as politically active as her. It will hopefully be a realization that our world needs more socially conscious rap, and ladies have been doing it well.

One lady to keep in mind for just that is Berlin's inimitable Sasha Perera, writer of what she calls "intelligent booty music". As the sick lyricist for Europe's finest electrio Jahcoozi, it would be safe to say that this chick will be kicking ass until she dies. Her voice is unforgettable upon first listen-- it's smoky, sexy and completely merciless. Storming stages around the world, she spits rhymes with a speedy finesse that refuses to quit-- which helps, because girl's got a lot to say. Jahcoozi's albums Pure Breed Mongrel and Blitz 'n' Ass cover a whole library of socialogical subjects, and as a Sri-Lankan woman in Germany, she knows them well. And a smart, independent woman like her knows you can't prosper alone, so her thoughts are also backed-up by some hot beats from her main men Robert Koch and Oren Gerlitz. Once the three get together, they're utterly unstoppable, and they're ready to take the issues of the world by storm faster than a pair of debaters. She knows you're wondering-- what do we do about all the problems our planet faces? And her answers are simple: lots of sex and dancing-- and this spitfire brings plenty of both.

Get more Jahcoozi here.

Download: Jahcoozi "Shake the Doom"

Cool Mag Alert: Frankie (Australia)

Yeah, so I used to be a NYLON girl. I have owned around 20 or more issues dating back to 2005, a lot of which I've given away after losing hope on them. Their undying devotion to girls my age or younger who do nothing more with their lives than get drunk and pose for cameras got very old to me, and I searched for something with more substance. And I've found plenty great magazines that I adore-- but sometimes, I miss those better days of NYLON.In the summer, my mom finds some really fabulous magazines when she's at the bookstore, and she picked up an issue of the highly adorable Australian mag Frankie for me. I was immediately attracted to its cover, but haven't we learned it's what inside that takes the cake? It's loaded with great features: bi-monthly DIY's, recipes, engrossing essays from interesting people, books and music they're digging, and pages and pages of awesome fashion from around the world that you won't find ANYWHERE ELSE. It's an impressive read.
It's kind of like everything you'd always really wanted NYLON to be, but never could-- it's smart, coy, embraces less typical beauty and ZOMG it's socially conscious. I don't know about you, but I'm not cool with playing the ignorance card when it comes to my reading of current journalism. But that's just me.

Explore the wonderful world of Frankie by clicking here. Get free music, win some seriously dope swag, and check out all the cool stuff they're dying to tell you about!

Frankie is available at select Barnes & Noble bookstores.

Sunday Night Fight

Last night, I finally watched the season premiere of Dexter. I was pretty excited for something new, but within just the first few minutes, I was so bored that I contemplated leaving before it ended. The storyline was trite, unoriginal, and feels almost exactly the same as the beginning of last season. New, hard-ass district attorney? Debra trying to go celibate and get her big case? Every character except Rita feels like they're in the exact same place as they were a year ago. And I don't think I ever noticed how many cheesy jokes are used until I saw this episode. Were the lines always this cheesy? I wanted so badly at some moments to tell Michael C. Hall to just shut up-- and that's saying a lot. I want to marry him. The sex was hot, too, but after three times of the exact same thing, that got old, too.
As usual, it was pretty-- but it was so poorly written. Compared to the nearly-flawless adrenaline flow they brought out almost instantly last season, this was a total yawn. I don't think they should ever have resolved so much of the season 2 plot-- maybe then, I would see some genius.

It's on again tomorrow and I'm not sure I'll be watching-- it turns out that Dexter and my new obsession True Blood are going to be on at the same time. It's surprising-- the two goriest shows on digital cable duking it out for the same spot. Obviously, it'll be a rough fight-- but if it comes to me choosing between my favorite Six Feet Under alums, sorry Michael C. Hall, but Alan Ball wins. Sookie Stackhouse 43vz!


In other TV news: South Park starts on Wednesday!! Who else is totally excited?!

JUST slutty enough.

According to my family and a pretty generous amount of my friends, I apparently dress kind of slutty-- and hey, it's true to a point. Most of my shirts are low-cut, my jeans are always skin-tight, and in heat I wear short skirts and shorts to show off the legs I'm proud of. It's just what looks good on me-- I'm into looking girly, and bigger stuff just doesn't look good on me. If you saw me try it, you would know.
I'm guessing most of you ladies who are on point with the ladies' streetwear scene are familiar with the hawt Princess of the Posse sweater that's featured in Karmaloop's Missbehave Pop-Up Shop. I was digging on it, but sweaters don't usually look that great on me. I thought to myself, "There's something missing... I don't know what."

Just last night, I got the Karmaloop newsletter in my e-mail and saw this brand-new beauty in the "new arrivals" list:
Princess of the Posse obviously knows me. It pretty much feels tailored for me now.
Totally wondering what it would look in the blue-and-pink color scheme! I would be so sold if I had more money. Wants to try this on.

Get it here!

ASSUMPTIONS make an ASS out of yoU and ME

One of my dearest friends during middle school lives in the middle of nowhere, hunts deer and goes to church every Sunday. She's always been a pretty conservative girl, and I shockingly watched her walk out of RENT after the girl-on-girl kiss during "The Tango Maureen". But she's one of the kindest, most pure-hearted people I've ever had the pleasure of meeting-- my shock was from shame.

Yesterday, a group of us were discussing how weird it feels that some of us will be able to vote. The aforementioned girl, who turned 18 on Sunday, asked us when the last day to register was.
"October 10th," a guy I know said.
"Where do you register?" she asked. I was completely silent for a bit of a time.
"I--is it bad that I don't want to tell you?" The slow pain of that sentence was brutal to even me. I felt like those words would burn my larynx. Another little bit of silence. She got the message.
"I'm... actually registering as a Democrat," she replied. I was totally shocked, and felt guilty, slightly harsh.
"Wow-- really?" I inquired, still feeling idiotic. She explained that she's beginning to see she agrees with neither side-- Republican or Democrat-- wholeheartedly, and wants to register Independent.

I thought I was more open-minded than the petty judgment I committed. I'm telling you because I don't want you to make this mistake.
Let everyone know they need to vote, regardless of political bias-- this year, it feels pretty urgent.
Declare Yourself, Rock the Vote, do whatever-- just make sure you register soon, because who wants to miss out on this important election? Not I!

And as a virgin voter, I know I want my first time to be special-- so feel free to choose who you want, but as for me, I'm...

(Courtesy of Highsnobette-- you guys kick ass! ^_^)
(Get the shirt here.)

Get informed! Watch the vice presidential debate on CNN now!

Mid-debate update: Want to curl up in a ball on my floor. I'm so afraid.

Good Deals: It's Layer Time!

Well, it looks like I was so distracted today that I forgot a very important greeting-- happy October, kids! It's officially fall, so you know what that means... more layers! Of course, more clothing equals a good eye for warmer pieces. But hey, clothing requires money, and this is obviously a pretty scary time economically.

Fortunately, Karmaloop is here to save the day for its chilly devotees! Today and tomorrow, they're selling all sweatshirts (and t-shirts) 15% off for customers who use the code TEESWT at checkout. I'm checking out their "sweatshirt" section online and here are my favorite picks:

I want this Married to the MOB hoodie rull, rull bad and would wear it pretty much everywhere... you know, maybe except school, where I wish they didn't care about expletives on clothing. For shame!
Original Price: $145
Deals Price: $123.25 Shepard Fairey has been a true mainstay in American political art with his boundary-pushing propaganda, and his clothing line OBEY doesn't fail to excite either! I really dig this Angela Davis-y hoodie that'll keep you warm and send a message.
Original Price: $68
Deals Price: $57.80
I adore Hellz Bellz, because it feels like streetwear for the girl who never thought she could pull it off (i.e. me)-- and that's especially what their FAB A/W 2008 line feels like! My favorite is this pitch black cardigan with white teeth. It's sexy, tough, and totally femme. But it's also very simple without being boring at all. Wow, I'm in love! The world needs more stuff like this!
Original Price: $76
Deals Price: $64.60

There's plenty more really cool pieces where that came from (t-shirt section included), but I'll let you see the rest for yourself-- so go check it out! Have fun and don't forget to enter TEESWT at checkout if you buy... then take a deep breath and remember we can get through this. But hurry, because tomorrow's the last day!

Lots of love to Karmaloop, who continue to be leaders in their trade. As good businessmen, they believe their sweet customers like you and I could always use a break.

Thanks again, guys :-)

Kids with Guns

Children, I am exhausted. Your girl's had herself a hell of a day.
Today I woke up all joyful and whatnot, full of ideas and ready to come home and FINALLY work on my college application essay. I was listening to some vivacious music on the way to school, a smile radiating throughout the hallways-- I was good to go.
But halfway through my Calculus class, it was announced that we were on lockdown. You know, nothing special at my school. Seriously, we go through that shit constantly-- at least twice a year or so-- but it's never anything huge, nor does it ever last too long. My high school is in the Top 100 best in the country, so everything is usually running quite smoothly, and it certainly prepares us for the world outside.
But nobody expected today to wear them out so damn much-- or to be so... um, eventful.

We were in the same class for three hours. At first it was fun. We knew a gun was involved, but we weren't sure how and weren't really stressing it, because we're tough (a friend and I were nonchalantly singing this post's title to each other). We all kicked back and bonded, discussing whether or not certain people we knew would take a bullet if it came down to it. But then it got old. We watched Pirates of the Carribbean for the Brazilianth time. We were locked away for what felt like the whole day. Some of us ate our lunches in that class.

So what was the commotion?
Some douche underclassmen brought THREE FUCKING GUNS to school. Why? THEY WERE GOING TO SELL THEM.
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
And dig this-- maximum punishment for these kids is a year of suspension. That's. It. You know, not criminal punishment for bringing a weapon onto school property and whatnot-- not even expulsion. Just a year of suspension. Come on back! Our beautiful school's arms are wide open to give you opportunities you don't deserve.

Sometimes I don't get life.