Friday Femme Fatale: Text Messages To Know You're Ovulating

This week's Friday Femme Fatale covers a few moments of fun, feminism and finances.

(I am so in love with alliteration).

First off - the fun. This story, Booty Caller Texts When You're Ovulating, is an interesting twist on the concept of promiscuity and procreation:

Cervical mucus tests skeev you out? Me too. Don't worry, BabyCenter has stepped in to take the eww out of baby-making with ovulation text alerts sent straight to your cell phone.

The Booty Caller will send three messages your way every month to let you know when it's time to get a little . . . and when it's not.

Additionally, in a moment of feminism, The View host, Elizabeth Hasselbeck asks Rev. Wright: "Who are you calling a 'dumb broad'?"

Feminist Law Professors reports on Jonah Weiner's recent Slate article decrying the absence of women in hip hop music, while Momocrats report on how President Bush is "slashing and burning women's health rights in the eleventh hour of his presidency" saying:

As W departs the Oval Office, he leaves women a big "eff you and the Handmaid's Tale you rode in on" with the revised Health and Human Services rule regarding birth control and hormone supplementation. In short, he erected a barrier the equivalent of the fence between the US and Mexico---women can probably go under it or over it in some spots, but it creates a potentially huge obstacle.

With the new rule, women face blocked access to birth control and hormone therapy among other gynecological health care. Health care providers and pharmacists, for example, can refuse to provide women needed treatment or medication if they "ethically" oppose it.

Finally, on the fiscal front, an article from Women on the Web, reports how four financial horsewomen warned of the economic apocalypse:

Readers, stop sharpening your pitchforks for a moment because here, just in time for your year-end 401K reports to arrive, is a little story about four women who not so very long ago caused eyeballs to roll and brows to knit among the Wall Street and Washington Testosterone Teams, but who, if they had been listened to by the reigning Masters of the Universe, might have either prevented the economic Armageddon we are in ... or at least caught it in time to prevent some its more pernicious collateral damage.

And that is all for this week's Friday's Femme Fatale.