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rillalicious* Watched Whip It with eldest hellmonkey tonight. While it was cute... (gets spoilery--and, um, a bit foul-mouthed--behind the cut) For what was supposed to be such a female-empowering film, I thought the placement of MEN in, like, every decision making position was uncomfortably heavy-handed. Most of the coaches seemed to be men, manager at the restaurant was male, the announcer at the roller derby was male (and since he did the majority of narration in those parts, wouldn't it have worked better coming from a female voice?), it was Bliss's father who ultimately made the decision that she could play. For a film where female characters out-numbered the male characters by such a huge margin, there was a shocking lack of female authority. (I'm not counting Bliss's mother, who was clearly boxed into the role of well-meaning Big Bad Parent Pushing Her Own Agenda.)
I like that Bliss ended up happy with herself and not happy-because-of-romance at the end, but why did the guy have to be a dick in order for that to happen? Why does every teen coming of age story HAVE to be about a girl getting her heart broken by a boy who turns out to be an asshole? Is the underlying message that you don't cross over into womanhood until you've been fucked over by a man (I won't even get into how exclusive that point of view is) really so necessary in every fucking film? Really? Has no female ever had a life-changing epiphany that didn't involve cock somehow?
I'm kind of interested to see how the book differs.
* Sorry about that. While I don't like to discuss politics here, I'm feeling some residual grumpiness from it apparently being International Yay for Misogyny year in the media, or something.
* I have the attention span of a flea tonight. I'm writing things, like, one sentence at a time, and then staring at the screen for ten minutes. Apparently feminist ranting takes a lot out of me. Or something.
* Creepy cat lady next door is baby-talking her cats back inside right now. At one in the morning. The tone she hits is like something out of a horror movie. The kind where you'd discover, after listening to her do that for years, that she has no cats.
* Maybe I should watch something on Netflix. I'm all kinds of punchy tonight. Seriously, I'm in a much better mood than this post is letting on. I swear! I even did yoga and got all caught up on work today and everything. And I scrubbed the bejeesus out of my kitchen. It's so shiny and clutter-free and pretty.
I like that Bliss ended up happy with herself and not happy-because-of-romance at the end, but why did the guy have to be a dick in order for that to happen? Why does every teen coming of age story HAVE to be about a girl getting her heart broken by a boy who turns out to be an asshole? Is the underlying message that you don't cross over into womanhood until you've been fucked over by a man (I won't even get into how exclusive that point of view is) really so necessary in every fucking film? Really? Has no female ever had a life-changing epiphany that didn't involve cock somehow?
I'm kind of interested to see how the book differs.
* Sorry about that. While I don't like to discuss politics here, I'm feeling some residual grumpiness from it apparently being International Yay for Misogyny year in the media, or something.
* I have the attention span of a flea tonight. I'm writing things, like, one sentence at a time, and then staring at the screen for ten minutes. Apparently feminist ranting takes a lot out of me. Or something.
* Creepy cat lady next door is baby-talking her cats back inside right now. At one in the morning. The tone she hits is like something out of a horror movie. The kind where you'd discover, after listening to her do that for years, that she has no cats.
* Maybe I should watch something on Netflix. I'm all kinds of punchy tonight. Seriously, I'm in a much better mood than this post is letting on. I swear! I even did yoga and got all caught up on work today and everything. And I scrubbed the bejeesus out of my kitchen. It's so shiny and clutter-free and pretty.
