It’s suddenly striking me how weird it is that the entire impetus for the plot of Mean Girls is… homophobia? lesbophobia?
The thing Janis hates Regina for — what motivates her to contrive to “ruin [Regina’s] life” — is that Regina started a rumor that she, Janis, was a lesbian.
Not just that her one-time best friend started [a nasty rumor] about her.
Not that her one-time best friend outed her.
But that the [nasty, false rumor] was that she was a lesbian.
And then that keeps being a thing she’s insecure about for the rest of her adolescence.
All her friends at school stop talking to her, presumably because they think she’s a lesbian. It’s so bad that she has to drop out of school.
In high school, she doesn’t want Cady to even know about the lesbian rumor, because it’s so awful for people to think you might be a lesbian, right?
Her best friend is openly gay, but the possibility of anyone even thinking she might be a lesbian is socially unacceptable.
But no one says anything about that. No one questions it.
No one’s like, “Why are you so mad that people might think you’re a lesbian? Isn’t your best friend gay? Why would people like you less because you’re a lesbian?”
How weird is that?
Then at the end, she ends up with a dude. Like, wouldn’t it have been better if she turned out to actually be a lesbian who felt betrayed by being outed by a person she thought was her friend? What if the problem wasn’t “fear of being a lesbian,” but rather “fear of being hurt by people you trust?”
The movie is so uncritical of the perspective that being a lesbian is the worst thing that can happen to a preteen/teen girl. Like, we’re supposed to just accept that having people think you’re a lesbian is worth ruining lives over.
I’m so uncomfortable with this right now.
Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.
Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men – friends, coworkers, strangers – giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much – no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version – maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: “I like strong women.” If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.”)
Gone Girl; spoilers ahead.
I know this has been on your dashboard ONE MILLION TIMES but I mean, don’t you love it? Isn’t it so true? Aren’t you fucking sick of dudes who fetishize your ability to just take it and take it and take? Isn’t this funny, isn’t it sympathetic, don’t you sometimes feel like you would love to just crush these dudes under the weight of the Thing They Made You Become? Like possibly by hatching an elaborate multi-year plot to frame them for murder and destroy everything they love? Maybe?
Do you ever have a dream where you did something terrible and really, really enjoyed it, and then you wake up and spend the whole day feeling awful gnawing guilt combined with this creepy detached nasty pleasure? That’s how this book felt to me. It is seriously disturbing how much I liked Amy and wanted her to win, even after the “she’s a horrific manifestation of what marriage does to women!” reading pretty obviously gave way to the “no, she is a fucking psychopath” reading, and oh man reading my way deeper and deeper into that feeling felt GOOD.
Anyway, I also sort of got attached to Nick, but only when he was thinking things like “Come back to me baby so I can fucking kill you,” so make of that what you will.
media has turned women into sex-objects to the point that we cannot do regular everyday activities without being objectified.
sexualization of eating
sexualization of driving
here is an ad for alcohol…
and a cologne ad…
sexualization in smoking ads
this is just the peak. nearly every avenue of advertising has honed in on selling women alongside their products.
this also does not touch on the portrayal of women outside of advertising, i.e. in television/movies which also enjoy over-sexualizing women.
think about video games/ anime which dress women in tiny outfits and portray them as ditsy/useless
so what do I think of media’s portrayal of women? I think it’s absolute shit
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