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If you read one thing this weekend, make it former Jezebel editor Anna Holmes’s op ed on Charlie Sheen’s invisible women:

“Gold diggers,” “prostitutes” and “sluts” are just some of the epithets lobbed at the women Mr. Sheen has chosen to spend his time with. Andy Cohen, a senior executive at Bravo and a TV star in his own right, referred to the actor’s current companions, Natalie Kenly and Bree Olson, as “whores” on MSNBC’s “Morning Joe” program on Tuesday. Arianna Huffington sarcastically tweeted that Mr. Sheen’s girlfriends “symbolize modesty, loyalty and good taste.” Mr. Sheen’s own nickname for Ms. Kenly and Ms. Olson — “the goddesses” — is in its own way indicative of their perceived interchangeability and disposability.

Falling for the photography and styling of Johanna Tagada (above), a French lass living in Zurich. (via Lovelorn Unicorn)

Long, but (very, very) good. How to be a woman in any boys club. (This Recording)

What are women’s magazines like in bed? (The Hairpin)

This post by Hazel Dooney connects with a feature I wrote for Sunday Life this week (on travel, mobility and transience, to be published by the end of the month):

I used to think that settling down – surrendering to immobility, as it were – was a matter of finding the right place. But I was wrong. My upbringing programmed me with an almost pathological restlessness. I can be nothing else but a nomad. I’m not going to fight it anymore. Instead, I’m going to get rid of my house and studio and live and work on the move. (Self vs Self)

A South-by-Southwest for Londoners? (NSEW)

If Olympic athletes have the “perfect body”, why do they all look so different? Maybe it’s because there is no perfect body! (Sociological Images)

Five Hollywood secrets that explain why so many movies suck:

On the rare occasion that an original script does get picked up for production, it’s likely to get swept up by one of the big franchises. I, Robot was initially an original script called Hardwired that no one would touch until a famous Asimov title was attached to it. Die Hard 2, 3 and 4, Ocean’s Twelve and Starship Troopers were all original ideas that were snapped up and rebranded as franchises. So if you’re working on a passion project, maybe it’s time to let the dream die and just start focusing on a gritty reboot of She-Ra. (Cracked)

Laurie Penny decodes the royal guest list. (New Statesman)

To add to my reading wishlist: Feminism For Real: Deconstructing the Academic Industrial Complex for Feminism. (Racialicious)

For the love of airports. (The Art of Nonconformity)

Dana Goldstein says lots of things I have been wanting to say regarding those new books on “immature” twentysomething men, premarital sex, and women cows giving away their milk for free:

Now, if you’re familiar at all with basic human biology, you ought to realize that a society in which there is over a decade gap between puberty and marriage will be a society in which there is rampant pre-marital sex. I know we’re supposed to believe that premarital sex was completely taboo as recently as the mid-1960s, but I have news for those of you who don’t watch “Mad Men:” The hippies didn’t invent sex, ya’ll. Guttmacher Institute surveys show that even among women born in the early 1940s, eight out of ten had premarital sex before the age of 25. 

Confessions of a literary magazine editor. Also: Lady Journos! (Vegas Seven, Lady Journos)

Dear Media, please stop trying convince me more men would find me more attractive if I were dumber. (Tomorrow Museum)

Friends are people who have the same flaws as we do. (Ben Casnocha)

The problem with racism and sexism in fashion goes far beyond one slurring fantasist:

Fashion people everywhere rushed to check their hair before joining the chorus of dismay, almost as if racism and sexism were not the stock-in-trade of their industry. In fact, it is an open secret in high fashion that black and minority ethnic faces - alongside women whose ribs cannot be counted through their rattan tops, or “fat mummies” in the phraseology of Chanel’s Karl Lagerfeld - are not welcome. The few working black models accuse fashion houses of declining to hire them on the basis of skin tone - model agencies recently suggested that perhaps consumers just don’t like looking at black people. (Laurie Penny)

When you’re drowning in hate mail, all it takes is one super sweet fan letter to turn things around. (Howling Clementine)

What do Cher Horowitz of Clueless fame and Regina George of Mean Girls have in common? Quite a lot, actually. (Overthinking It)