Spoiler alert: it fails.
Hello, readers (if we still have any…) and Happy New Year!
One of my many resolutions is to write more often. One way I’ve decided to do this is to apply the Bechdel Test to every movie I see in theaters this year and write it up for BTW. The Bechdel Test, for those of you who’ve been living in a cave, has three rules. In order to pass this test, a movie must (1) have two or more named female characters, (2) that talk to each other, (3) about something other than a man or shoes. My first contender this year? Tron: Legacy.
“Hell is a teenage girl.”
As opening lines go, Jennifer’s Body has a pretty kicking one. (Hey, pun!)
Let me begin by saying that I had high expectations for Jennifer’s Body. Since reading Diablo Cody’s interview in the Aug/Sept 2009 issue of BUST, I’ve been wanting to see this flick. I missed it in theaters, and finally got around to seeing it recently. Why was I excited? Two reasons, mostly: first, because of what I’d read about it; that it was supposed to be a feminist take on the horror genre. As a viewer who enjoys shows like CSI and Law & Order, I was anxious to see the bad guy played by a girl. Frankly, I’m sick and tired of always seeing women cast as the corpses, or soon to be corpses, running and screaming from Faceless Rapist and Murderer of the Week. I was beyond excited to witness Ms. Cody turn the tables on men and make the killer a hot young woman targeting men. And second, I’m not gonna lie, I wanted to see how Megan Fox would do in a non-decorative role (::cough::Transformers::). I have a soft spot in my heart for her because I think she’s gotten a disproportionate amount of hate, and for virtually no reason. I recently read a piece over at HuffPo posing a similar question: Why do we hate Megan Fox? The author argues that we hate her because she’s beautiful and she speaks her mind: a lethal combination in a culture that rewards and values silent womanhood. Check it out.
So I watched it and I’m left a little flummoxed; but I’m going to give it a B-. If you’re still with me, read on… Continue reading
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Tagged Adam Brody, Amanda Seyfried, comedy, Diablo Cody, fantasy, horror, Jennifer's Body, Megan Fox, movies, women in film
Much has been made about how shitty the super bowl ads were this year. My response can be summed up thusly: ummm, duh?
Look at how shitty they are during the rest of the year (remember Guitar Hero? or Nabisco?), of course they’re going to ratchet up the sexism for their most-watched event of the year!!
For those of you who missed the following gems, I’m sorry to be the bearer of badvertising.
Exhibit A: Viewed a number of times in prime time for a new TGIFriday’s deal. A couple is on a first date and the man is getting more and more agitated about the amount of food his date is ordering, culminating in “What am I a bank?!”
TGIFridays: Cuz in here, it’s still 1950! Where men pay for everything and think they have a right to dictate, judge, or otherwise control what women eat.
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“That rare and wonderful thing: a fearless and witty revelation of one woman’s sexuality.” –Kate Hickman, author of Courtesans, from the back cover
I read Belle de Jour: the Diary of an Unlikely Call Girl during DC’s Snowverkill and was fully prepared to write a somewhat scathing review of said book. Having spent the better part of my President’s Day roaming the internet reading more about sex work, the real Belle de Jour, and call girls galore, I’m unable to play the arrogant reviewer card [sorry!].
The book was an enjoyable and intriguing read– even if I hadn’t been snowed in, I have a feeling I would have read it just as quickly. Belle writes in a familiar and accessible way so that you can understand and empathize with her decisions, in both her personal and professional lives. The problems I had with the book seem to be common: first and foremost, I thought that she seemed a little too savvy, a little too hardened, a little too something. She wrote with an almost too cool detachment; while Kate Hickman (above) lauds her work as groundbreaking, I found it to be more pedantic. While she described and owned her sex work in her writing (although how much you can own your behavior while you remain anonymous is a valid question), she also seemed to make it clear that this was just a job, and she knew that she was fortunate to be educated and that she would eventually have options when she decided, on her own terms, that it was time to leave the business.
A few months back Belle de Jour outed herself to the Sunday Times. I remember the splash of publicity surrounding the revelation of her identity, but, as I hadn’t yet read the book or watched the series, I didn’t pay close attention. Today I went back and read India Knight’s article “I’m Belle de Jour“, and follow-up “Belle lays bare the myth that every hooker is a victim“, and am extremely glad I did (and I highly recommend that you take a moment to read one or both, especially if you’ve read the book or seen the show). Having seen a few episodes of Showtime’s Secret Diary of a Call Girl by now, it’s nice to know what Belle de Jour’s real face looks like (she’s the one on the left) and to learn more about Belle/Brooke. It was increasingly frustrating how few details were provided about her life (education? major? school? field? anything?) in the book.
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Tagged Belle de Jour, books, Call Girls, Diary of an Unlikely Call Girl, Dr. Brooke Magnanti, Escort, Prostitution, women
Feisty Female: Plain, old, unromantic Anne — with an e– Shirley. (But couldn’t you just call her Cordelia?)
Year we got to know her: 1986 (1985 if you’re Canadian)
Best known for: Her quick temper, red hair, dramatic elocution, fierce intelligence, and loyalty to her friends and family
Why she deserves a second look:
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday! Super Bowl 44 is today and I am so ready to veg out with giant bowls of food and barrels of beer and cheer on the Saints (even if they did defeat my beloved Vikings).
Please do yourself a favor and watch this ad from Planned Parenthood whenever the Tim Tebow ad from Focus on the Family is played. Compare the two and ask yourself which one is really about trusting women and the reproductive choices they make. (I sincerely hope the FoF ad is as respectful as it claims it will be.)
I personally LOVE this ad. And I wish Planned Parenthood had enough cash lying around to actually buy the airtime to play it during the Super Bowl. It warms my heart to see two male athletes talking openly about their desire for reproductive freedom and respect for all women. (Another reason I’m rooting for the Saints today? Scott Fujita.)
There has been a lot of back-and-forth about the Tebow ad controversy. I think everything that needed to be said, has been said, so I’ll share with you what I think is the best argument I’ve read. It comes from Jill over at Feministe who writes:
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Tagged abortion, advertising, Al Joyner, Focus on the Family, football, Planned Parenthood, Scott Fujita, Sean James, Super Bowl 44, Tim Tebow