The suspense is killing me! Which dress will I (metaphorically) be wearing tomorrow?

The BagSnobs doth protest! As it turns out, Harper’s Bazaar might be onto something with the high concentration of lusty Asian archers. BagSnob Kelly reveals that she was an expert longbow-woman in high school. And BagSnob Tina is a longtime aficionado of the video game, Age of Empires — and her Chinese army was all aces on the archery front!

I am taking my daughter to the voting booth tomorrow, and I encourage you all to do the same. Even if your kids are too young to actually retain the memory of getting behind the curtain with you, they will be thrilled when told at a later date that they were present while you participated in history, voting either for the first black presidential candidate or the first female veep candidate. (Bonus: no childcare costs!) And if you just so happen to be undecided, consider letting the ladies of Rodarte gently sway you with the adorable tennis dress at left.

Even if you don’t believe in sports or quotas or Title IX (I’m yay, mixed, yay, respectively), you’ve gotta admit that Play, the quarterly sports mag of The Times, is engaging some serious gender discrimination. Or maybe it’s that they’re as willfully stupid as Don Imus. Look at the current issue’s stats: Zilch on female photography credits. A measly 2 of 15 female bylines — both front of the book; one, predictably, about stretching. And worst of all, not a single female subject. By comparison, Play’s fashion counterpart, T, gives boys and girls roughly equal playing time. And even if men are more generally sports fans, some members of the so-called gentler sex — like me — love the psychology and sociology of athletics. I even got a game-changing tennis-serve tip from a Play interview with Vic Braden: hold the ball with the tips of your first three fingers, and watch your toss morph into something super-consistent. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to teach my daughter how to perfect her spiral. If she can’t join them, she might as well beat the pants off them boys.