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That's one pissed-off turkey.

Did you know the brilliant Rachel of Cupcake & Cuddlebunny debuted an original Winter collection at the Re/Dress Indie+ event earlier this month? Shop it here.

You can also see video of the Re/Dress runway show, which includes many other independent plus-size designers, here.

This weekend, Marianne and I recorded a new Fatcast, on the popular topic of Holidays With Your Family. I’d hoped to have it edited and posted last night, but a seven-hour housecleaning seizure intervened. Look for it tomorrow morning.

Over on Livejournal, Elusis has some smart thoughts about the TSA screening controversy:

It is no accident that women have been complaining about being pulled out of line because of their big breasts, having their bodies commented on by TSA officials, and getting inappropriate touching when selected for pat-downs for nearly 10 years now, but just this week it went viral. It is no accident that CAIR identified Islamic head scarves (hijab) as an automatic trigger for extra screenings in January, but just this week it went viral. What was different?

Suddenly an able-bodied cisgender white man is the one who was complaining.

Read the whole thing here.

Elsewhere, on The Hairpin — rapidly becoming one of my more beloved blogs — Emily Gould has some smart and necessary words about the upcoming Tavi/Jane Pratt magazine project:

What I’m trying to say is that it creeps me out that everyone I know is sending you their resume because I want experience to count for something, and right now it seems like it has never counted for less. It seems like the most talented people I know have spent their working lives honing their skill at something that, for the most part, has ceased to exist. And as much as part of me wants desperately to be considered cool and smart enough to work with you guys, there is another part of me that just can’t get past being annoyed that a generation of talented twenty- and thirty-somethings with years of working at dead magazines and newspapers under their belts are unemployed, quasi-employed, and spinning their wheels on Tumblr because the future belongs to people who have never not had an email address.

Read it the full post here. (As an aside, I often feel like the only person on Earth whose love of Sassy — an influence on my adolescence that cannot be overstated — was matched only by my hatred for Jane.)

Finally: you know what would immeasurably improve your 2011? An Adipositivity wall calendar. Preview the goods and get your own here (link NSFW).

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