Yes, they fucking do. Despite having 37 (yes, 37) draft posts currently cluttering up my dashboard, precisely none (yes, none) take my fancy. Not even remotely.
Happily – because it would just be too fricking depressing if I didn’t post on the first day after announcing I would post every day, so depressing I would have to grow another moustache out of my bum to even vaguely re-balance the universe – there are those things called ‘Links’ – ta-dah!
A review over at BitchBuzz of Miss Representation, a US film looking at media portrayals of females and how they basically lead to Boogie declining to be a neurosurgeon (‘you can’t be what you can’t see‘). Or is that because I described to Boogie what a neurosurgeon actually does? Potato, potahto.
‘[The film’s] findings are depressing, showing that while women continue to be seriously under-represented in politics, business and journalism, they’re continuously judged on their looks, age and weight. Its aim is to get people thinking about just what is so wrong with all this.’
An ‘expose’ (now where is that e with an acute accent…no fucking idea) over at New Statesman of the abuse suffered by women daring (ooh, how very dare you!) to have opinions and express them on t’internet. As so often with so many things you read in the ‘mainstream’ (but friendly) press, you read the article and think, fuck, this is really fucked up, fucking hell (you may not think in quite as many swearwords as me, but still), and then you read the comments…and you realise what’s really fucked up.
And, yes, I know this is a bit old (the basic idea has been around forever in feminist circles, though this may be it’s first time it’s been ‘formalised’ by a ‘formal’ organisation), but it still makes me laugh like a fucking drain (in an ironic, post-modern – or is that ‘pathetically grateful’ – way). In fact, I like it so much, I’ll show it you here for the benefit of those too lazy to click the link:
Read that and you start to see things kind of from my point of view. No, really; this is actually how I think. That it’s people who rape people who need to address their behaviour. Rather than, y’know, the people those people might rape. I really am just coming at you from that far out of left field. Yes, yes, I’m a lesbian communist with a neat sideline in child snatching. Goes without saying, right?
And this from the always affecting Surviving Prostitution and Addiction, on why Pretty Woman was not a fucking documentary.
And that’s enough, for it is Friday night and my pizza has just arrived…