Celluloid Geek

I Haz the Fatz & Marie Claire is Appauled

2010-10-26T18:27:00.000-07:00

If you haven't caught wind of why 'Marie Claire' is trending on twitter or haven't yet been made aware of the VA RI OU S blog posts dedicated to Marie Claire, here's the 'skinny' (pun intended).
Note to editors: When someone hears about news like this on the same day, while abroad, it is most likely bad publicity for your product.

An article, eloquently entitled, "Should Fatties Get a Room? (Even on TV?)" hit the cyber grape vine today in which the author, Maura Kelly, begins to criticize the sitcom, Mike & Molly, and then takes a right turn into a diatribe against fat people.

It all began with a simple question from her editor:

The other day, my editor asked me, "Do you really think people feel uncomfortable when they see overweight people making out on television?"

And here is one of the gems which shows her opinion and screams (*spoiler alert*) Eww The Fatties Are Taking Over the World attitude:

My initial response was: Hmm, being overweight is one thing - those people are downright obese! And while I think our country's obsession with physical perfection is unhealthy, I also think it's at least equally crazy, albeit in the other direction, to be implicitly promoting obesity! Yes, anorexia is sick, but at least some slim models are simply naturally skinny. No one who is as fat as Mike and Molly can be healthy. And obesity is costing our country far more in terms of all the related health problems we are paying for, by way of our insurance, than any other health problem, even cancer.

Let's get one thing straight Mz. Kelly, no matter what you look like or your size (be it fat, skinny, or in between), you can be healthy! Heck, I know there were points in my life were I was a vegetarian/vegan, working out almost as much or more than my skinnier, junk food eating friends and I was still larger. Haven't you heard the old adage: you can't judge a book by its cover.

But apparently it is all about aesthetics:

I think I'd be grossed out if I had to watch two characters with rolls and rolls of fat kissing each other ... because I'd be grossed out if I had to watch them doing anything. To be brutally honest, even in real life, I find it aesthetically displeasing to watch a very, very fat person simply walk across a room - just like I'd find it distressing if I saw a very drunk person stumbling across a bar or a heroine [sic] addict slumping in a chair.

You got that right reader, watching fat people doing a simple task like walking is as painful to watch as a stumbling drunk person or a heroin (note: Doesn't Marie Claire have spell check for their high and mighty writers?) addict slumping in a chair! And don't even get her started on FAT PDA!

But let's get one thing straight, this woman is no bigot:

Now, don't go getting the wrong impression: I have a few friends who could be called plump. I'm not some size-ist jerk. And I also know how tough it can be for truly heavy people to psych themselves up for the long process of slimming down. (For instance, the overweight maintenance guy at my gym has talked to me a little bit about how it seems worthless for him to even try working out, because he's been heavy for as long as he can remember.) But ... I think obesity is something that most people have a ton of control over. It's something they can change, if only they put their minds to it. (Emphasis mine; added to show the ludicrous nature of this woman's thinking)

She has 'plump' friends (Are we talking a size 2? Because you seem to have a skewed view of the human body) so therefore she can't be size-ist, the way a homophobic person can claim to have gay friends to cover his/her bigotry. And please explain to me what you know about how a heavy person feels during the 'long process of slimming down'. Oh, and have you considered the fact that many of us, 'heavy people', might love our bodies just as they are!

But nope, it doesn't matter if you love your body or not, because here are some tips to make you more appealing to the mass populous (note: May I have some facts, please! Maybe some sources!):

I'm happy to give you some nutrition and fitness suggestions if you need them — but long story short, eat more fresh and unprocessed foods, read labels and avoid foods with any kind of processed sweetener in them whether it's cane sugar or high fructose corn syrup, increase the amount of fiber you're getting, get some kind of exercise for 30 minutes at least five times a week, and do everything you can to stand up more — even while using your computer — and walk more.

Ah! That was the missing piece! Thank you, oh skinny one, for the knowledge I have been searching for since birth! Now I shall make a list with these suggestions and post it on that torturous fridge so that I never cross the border into Fattyville, population me, again!

I guess this whole hubbub comes to no surprise to me in a world where Karl Lagerfeld openly hates fat women, curvy actresses are stressed into slimming down (see: America Ferrera, Kate Winslet, etc.), and where large department stores still won't accept that women (and men, for that matter) come in sizes larger than a Large.

So Mz. Kelly, I apologize for my disturbing body and for my love of making out (with partners of all sizes)! But just realize that your hateful words are the epitome of cyber bullying---and it isn't just gay teens who are killing themselves over words just like the ones in your article. So cut the fat-shaming because this isn't your diary, it's the web---and we can all read between the lines of your helpful article.

Oh and P.S. Mz. Kelly, we fat folks have sex too! Ahhh!

(Give the editor your two cents by emailing her: kschweitzer@hearst.com)

Sex, Purses, & Breast Cancer

2010-10-07T18:19:00.000-07:00

Hello, I'm back! Sorry for those still following-- as you know, I'm abroad with the Peace Corps and with limited internet access! But I'm back and I hope (with the help of this new internet connection) to keep up the feminista/film geekiness as much as I can.

Has your Facebook feed exploded with female friends, acquaintances, and co-workers describing where and how they "like it"? Well, the 'I like it' campaign is this year's Breast Cancer Awareness Month viral campaign---unfortunately.

If you haven't yet been made aware, all you have to do is write where you like to put your purse. So you might see several ladies updating their status with these possibilities and more: on the floor, on the bench, up against the wall, on the couch, on the bar, and in the closet. Here is the original message that was circling the web yesterday:

Remember the game last year about what color bra you were wearing at the moment? The purpose was to increase awareness of October Breast CancerAwareness month. It was a tremendous success and we had men wondering for days what was with the colors and it made it to the news. This year’s game has to do with your handbag/purse, where we put our handbag the moment we get home [sic] for example “I like it on the couch”, “I like it on the kitchen counter”, “I like it on the dresser” well u get the idea. Just put your answer as your status with nothing more than that and cut n paste this message and forward to all your FB female friends to their inbox. The bra game made it to the news. Let’s see how powerful we women really are!!!”

Easy enough, no? But what does this viral campaign really do?

All it seems to create is a hubbub for the males in these women's lives. Here are some responses (from guys) I found in my own feed:
"Ok, is it talk about where you like it day?"
"I missed something, clearly"
"Should I think what I want to or just wait for every female friend of mine to let all the males in on the secret? I'll go with option A"
and finally a gem:
"I just like putting my hand in it".

Yeah, keeping the men clueless through sexual innuendo, that's so powerful fellow sistren! This is just as powerful as when Hilary decided to run for President---not.

As someone who has had a lump scare in the past and has lost 6 friends and family members to Breast Cancer I think it is completely ludicrous and disrespectful to use sexual innuendo as 'activism'. And what is with using purses as the secret Breast Cancer item of the year? What do purses have to do with Breast Cancer exactly? Except that women are more affected by Breast Cancer than men, but hello, men have also died from Breast Cancer!

Sure, I agree... a campaign (especially a viral campaign) needs a hook; it needs to be eye-catching and fun. But this goes beyond fun and seems to only pander to the male gaze. Breast Cancer is more than loosing 'ta-tas' as many t-shirts seem to call them nowadays. We're also loosing a person!

Check out these other great links : The Frisky and Salon

I'm Back: The F-Word in My New Home

2010-03-12T23:04:00.000-08:00

Hey ya'll, I apologize for the fact that life has been so hectic as P.C. trainee, but I have been posting 'on the regular' here (if you are curious)! I hope to return to regular movie/feminism/other awesome things 'CelluloidGeek'-related in the near future. But for now, how about a slightly tweaked cross-post about feminism/sexism in Guatemala... enjoy.
And P.S. These are my words only and not authorized/endorsed by the U.S. Gov't or the Peace Corps. KTHNXBYE.
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No this isn't a post about that F-Word.

Instead, it's about feminism. And since March 8th (this past Monday) was the 99th International Women's Day, I thought what a better time to discuss feminism than now.

Before I delve into the topic at hand though, let's discuss Guatemala for a little bit.
And to start off, let's play a game... a word association game. So, if I could only use one word to describe Guatemalan culture, what would it be? Hmmm, oh yeah: machista.

Don't believe me? Well here are some stats to back up the machismo (which were brought to our attention during one of our weekly training sessions, sorry I didn't get the actual source... pretty sure my jaw hit the floor when I saw this and completely forgot to cite!).
Without further ado, Guatemalan gender issues in convenient 'percentage form':

30% of Guatemalan women surveyed think it is acceptable to be spoken to innappropriately
70% of Guatemalans surveyed agree women should remain in the home
54% of Guatemalan women surveyed agree to be submissive/docile to men
53% of Guatemalans surveyed agree that men determine # of children in family
60% of Guatemalans surveyed think that men are the economic decision makers
And finally 4/10 Guatemalan females surveyed think men are the superior gender

I'm not sure about you, but these stats are frightening--especially when you see the effects of machismo in everyday life.

For example, being a proud feminist, I decided to decorate my netbook with a 'Feminism is for Lovers' sticker; nothing fancy, just a plain sticker with a strong message on it. One night, after my host family came in contact with the sticker, they decided to sit me down for dinner and 'scare me' with a wonderful (read: disturbing) bed time story (which I will paraphrase/embellish below).

There was once a strong, feminist in town who would fight for women's rights with her fog horn and picket sign. Day in and day out, she would rile up the women to stand up for their rights and rebel against the machismo in their homes and communities; singing songs that would make Rosie the Riveter and Margaret Sanger jump for joy. Well, one day the feminist took a little longer than expected to come home from a rally, but instead of being welcomed by her husband, she was brutally beaten while her ten year old son watched. As she cried for help, all the other 'smarter' women in town laughed their tushes off because the feminist should have known that it is a woman's job to please the husband first rather than go off galavanting and looking for trouble. The next day, the feminist appeared bruised and fragile, without her picket sign or her fog horn, because she had finally learned that her husband and son come first.

Yeah, these are the wonderful tales I was told after dinner; and let me remind you, this was all because of a sticker!

And these real stories (which come up alot) that are supposed to teach women their role in life don't even scratch the muggy, machista surface. In fact, the place you see machismo the most is on the street.

From the moment a woman (no matter the age) steps on the street, wearing anything from greasy sweatpants to t-shirt/jeans, it begins. A slew of suggestive comments shush chuch noises, whistling and general cat-calling from males ranging from 10 to 60 years old. Yeah you heard me, it can be anyone from a ten year old boy (who hasn't even felt the pangs of puberty) to a wrinkled, liver-spotted older gentleman of sixty.

Most of the time, I can deal with the general nuissance, but there are times when things so vile come out of these mouths that I just want to jump off the highest (5 ft, joke) building! I've only had to deal with this for three months and yet I look at Guatemalan women who have dealt with this their whole lives and ask, How do they do it?

While most of the population seems to be sticking to status quo, I have already seen amazing men and women trying to bring in different notions into culture through Women's groups and other organizations. In the future, in fact, I hope to partner up with my site-mate and give self-defense classes (as a secondary project) to women in our area. Who knows if it will be well received, but with the success of some of the other experimental organizations and notions, maybe we too can make a difference here.

P.S. In related news, what kind of crap is this youtube video trying to promote.

I can feel myself reacting the way I do in real life situations here while I'm watching this. This Calvin Klein ad is disgusting and offensive beyond belief. What do you think?

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Original story posted here.

Some News from Me to You

2010-01-04T08:00:00.000-08:00

Hey to everyone reading this out there.

This morning I boarded a plane and am heading abroad to volunteer with the Peace Corps.

Although my resources (including a reliable internet source) will be limited, I do not want to leave you high and dry. While my posts *(on this blog) will no longer be as regular as they have been these past few months, I promise you that I will be back to write about feminism, film and my life whenever I am able!

If you are interested in reading about my travels and work with the Peace Corps, you can check out my other blog specifically dedicated to my life in the Peace Corps.

So sorry again for the disrupted service, but hope you are having an amazing 2010.

See you on the flip side.

For Your Consideration...

2010-01-03T03:00:00.000-08:00

The best part of the new year for me, is the fact that the award season is just around the corner (though sadly, I won't be able to enjoy it for the next two years). Critics Choice, Golden Globes, and the Oscars, oh my!

While 2009 is over and done with, the past year offered a great selection of films. Below are a few (non-blockbuster; unlike some good films out there: Avatar, Julie & Julia, Inglourious Basterds) films that are up for consideration and that I think you should really check out!

A Single Man (Directed by Tom Ford)
I will go on record as saying that this was, by far, my favorite movie of 2009.
Sure, the story of the marginalized outsider has been done before but never like this. Ford's attention to aesthetics pours over the audience so delicately that one does not mind the languid pace at which the story is moving (a pace reminiscent of time in Japanese and Chinese poetry), but instead one willingly accepts it.

A Single Man revolves around George Falconer (Colin Firth), an English professor recently widowed by the untimely death of his longtime partner (Mathew Goode), and his desire to escape a world that not only refuses to accept his true self, but has left him nothing but empty sentiments.

From the reverse fade to black at the beginning to the fade to white at the film's conclusion along with Ford's beautifully established relationship between color saturation and emotion within the story, I resigned myself, body and soul, to Ford's vision.

In short, this film was nothing short of inspiring.

An Education (Directed by Lone Scherfig)
A beautiful coming of age story about a cultured sixteen year old girl, Jenny (Carey Mulligan), living in suburban London during the 1960s and her struggle to follow her chosen (and more than capable) path of studying English in Oxford or discovering the joys the world around her has to offer.

While Jenny already preferred to intertwine French into her daily speech, rather than the Latin taught at school, and listened to Juliette Greco albums, as opposed to practicing her cello, her immersion in this new way of life comes when David (Peter Sarsgaard), an attractive and suave dark horse, swoops in to 'help'.

With the script set in the sixties, Jenny's character shows a feminist awakening which begins with a naive girl following her father's chosen path who then evolves into the poster child of the time period: knowledgeable and strong woman who realizes that one's life is not made or destroyed by a man's influence.

Bright Star (Directed by Jane Campion)
Based on the three-year romance between poet John Keats (Ben Whishaw) and Fanny Brawne (Abbie Cornish) that was cut short by Keats' untimely death.

Jane Campion (one of my favorite directors, just fyi) again proves that she can unravel the heart's strongest emotions with her decadent character development and mise-en-scene. I felt like I was par taking in a smorgasbord of beauty and discovery which held Nature on a pedestal and humanity in a delicate lock of emotions, which is typical of Campion's style.

Each line that was uttered was said with meaning and seemed to reveal some fragility.

Honorable Mentions:

Up in the Air
The fact that this film started with interviews of recently fired employees amazes me. It is a lovable comedy which has the audience sympathizing with Clooney's 'victims' at first, but end up feeling sorry for Clooney's character as the story progresses.

Precious
The story was compelling and the acting from new actor, Gabby Sidibe, was heroic. Although I found the script rather complicated because it seemed like we were 'looking' at an issue rather than diving deep into it, Sidibe saved the film for me. Oh and can whoever was in charge of the awkward zooms during the tense moments of the film be fired. It definitely removed me from what was going on in the film.

The Lovely Bones
This is the Peter Jackson I knew with Heavenly Creatures. Vivid colors encapsulate the beautiful scenery and a time past while minute details give way towards weighty chracter development. If you haven't read the book, I hope this leads you to flip through the beautiful text. There is so much that wasn't included, but this is one time I can say that the film adaptation stays true to the novel.

The Hurt Locker
How would you feel if you woke up for work every morning not knowing whether you would live or die before your day was over? Unlike you or I, who shudder at the idea of disarming bombs in wartime for a living, there are people who are made for this. Katheryn Bigelow's film is an adrenaline rush wrapped in an action thriller that kept me at the edge of my seat until the very end.

Feel free to skip:

It's Complicated
If you've seen Something's Gotta Give, you will probably feel a deja vu coming on. In three words: It's been done. Sure it was funny and heartwarming at times, but the only thing that kept me watching was Meryl Streep. Watch it, but don't expect anything novel.

Nine
Maybe I expecting an adaptation of Fellini's 8 1/2 that spoke to a modern audience, but Rob Marshall seemed to deliver a skin deep musical that only seemed to dazzle the audience with Penelope Cruz gyrating on objects and fellow actors. Along with somewhat mediocre songs (which I will blame on the broadway musical), Kate Hudson seemed to be a part of the film for a total of five minutes only to be a part of a musical number where she speaks the words rather than sing. While some redeemable qualities include the staging/mise-en-scene and Marion Cotillard, I felt a little betrayed coming out of that theatre.

Have you seen any good movies lately?

Best of '09: Lasts! 30 & 31 [#Best09]

2009-12-31T19:10:00.000-08:00

Advertising:
So when I first saw this, it was online as a potential ad celebrating Panavision's new venture in making televisions. Although it never actually made its way between reruns of Lost, this 'ad' not only made me want to become this director's slave for a year, but made me want to learn EVERYTHING about it. Best thing I had seen online in 2009... hands down.

Resolution:
Because I don't believe in resolutions, readers... what are you resolving to do in 2010?

Best of '09:Reminiscing 26-29 [#Best09]

2009-12-29T11:11:00.000-08:00

Once again the Best of '09 Challenge:

Aha! Moment: I've mentioned, probably close to a million times, that I love being a part of the artistic realm. Well, this year, I finally dove into theatre... and now I'm completely hooked. Being someone else for even just an hour is so enchanting and like any addict, I can't wait for my next fix.

Social Web Moment: Twitter, I am your slave.

Stationary: My little black & red 2009 Planner was my true partner in crime. It came with me to meetings, to class and social gatherings. I felt the need to write in it every day and mark off events with a thick red pen. I had drawings, sketches, and at one point in time, I created a storyboard for one of my short films. By the end of the year, it was 'tore up'-- a good sign of stationary with a good life.

Laugh: With all the lackluster moments of 2009, there came great belly laughs. Mostly from my residents and friends in our 'fireside chats'. How the heck can you not laugh when talking about first kisses, school crushes, and fumbling around in youth.

Best of '09: Catching Up 18-25 [#Best09]

2009-12-25T19:45:00.000-08:00

First off to all the readers, first-time visitors, and friends:

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Now on to the Best of '09 Challenge

Shop of the Year: The Apple Store

In 2009, I discovered the wonders a MAC makes in film editing and graphics. I don't think I shall ever go back.

Car Ride of the Year: Semi-Spontaneous Sister Roadtrip

It was a few days traveling the West Coast. Nothing too big, but definitely new sights a-plenty. Major sister-bonding-time galore with little to no drama (which is a pretty novel idea in our relationship, I kid you not). The idea of the trip was to create one last big memory with my sister before I left for two years and despite some bumps on the road (including driving through snowy/icy patches of highway without chains!!), it was a great few days away.

New Person of the Year: Ms. Malloney

All I can say is: lifesaver in both Academics and Life.

Project of the Year: Return to the Blogosphere

I was apprehensive at first. Are you really going to go through with this lingered in my mind for a while. But I do not regret a word.

Startup of the Year: Etsy

Sure, I don't particularly make anything to sell, but I sure as heck lust after most of the cute items on that website.

Web Tool of the Year: Twitter.

Love in 140 characters. Need I say more?

Learning Experience of the Year: Grad School is not the only option after graduation

It was a little hard for me to accept that I was too broke for school, but in reality... it was the best decision of my life. And after all, after I come back in two years, I can always apply again.

Gift of the Year: New Amazing and Talented Friends

Not expanding on this.

While I was Gone: Ella's Blog Carnival

2009-12-25T19:03:00.000-08:00

While I was away on my semi-spontaneous 'Sister Roadtrip', I was featured over on Ella Inspired (a great blog that I constantly turn to for advice when it comes to makeup and etiquette; seriously check it out).

Ella is currently hosing a Best of the Blogosphere Carnival and my post, The 20's = Puberty for the Mind (also found here) was featured.

Check it out and check out all the other amazing posts that have been featured during the month of December.

[On a separate note: Sorry for the lack of 'bloggage' but have been on the road up until 4a.m. yesterday morning]

Dear Santa,

2009-12-19T11:41:00.000-08:00

Dear Santa,

Is it possible for you to tell all the men out there that we (women) don't need a man in our life to tell us to go get a papsmear. I am pretty sure we all have our vagina troubles covered (and our calendars are doing a good enough job).

Thanks,

Celluloid Geek

P.S. Can you also fire whoever thought this was a great idea?

Photo: istockphoto.com

Zzzzs, Freak-Outs & Flights Past

2009-12-18T07:30:00.000-08:00

I am that narcoleptic woman from Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo.

It started with a heavy dose of insomnia (which always happens when I am freaking out about something like when I had finals in college, editing my films or jumping into the next step in my life). And now this little problem has evolved into me living a normal day and then randomly passing out for three hours at a random time of the day. Then, like clockwork, I wake up to the darkness and I angrily mouth: Damn It (this is the main reason why my bags are still lying around, half empty across the floor).

This time, it is all about flying to two new places within a short period of time. Actually, it's not really about the flying... it's more about dealing with airports and anyone involved with the airport/planes. Why? you may ask. Well let me give you a little run down of my bad flights of the past.

First flight (coming back from Central America): Pre 9/11 bomb scare involving a pregnant woman on the plane with a homemade bomb strapped to her pregnant belly. Lead to major in-air drama and the whole plane stuffed into one tiny hallway in a Mexican airport.

Flight to study abroad: I still don't know why (maybe because I'm hispanic, maybe because I was a woman?), but I was 'detained' for being suspicious and grilled for TWO HOURS. You heard me, TWO mother freaking HOURS by the scariest Brit known to man. And this little 'chat' had me bawling for first time in public and trying to answer their random questions which ranged from my reasons for being there to my parents' yearly income (which how the heck will I know that). All I remember is mumbling and gathering the ends of my shirt into my fists so as to not burst or punch this person in the face.

Those are the scariest incidents I have dealt with, but my flying experience is also peppered with sexual harassment from TSA agents, the how the hell can you afford to come here glares, and crash landings. Good times, I say.

Let's hope this post doesn't lead to me to be on a new black list for airport grillings because I don't think I would be able to handle it again.

Anyone else have any airport/flying horror storries?

Best of '09: Word of the Year [#Best09]

2009-12-17T10:07:00.000-08:00

I know I have abandoned my horde of followers (which comes down to exactly two or so; you know, give or take), but I have been in a cycle of freaking out, distracting myself from freaking out and packing! I promise to write something useful or somewhat entertaining in the near future (my goal is to finish packing by tomorrow... I swear)!

In the mean time, I found a great project for December. And true to form, I'm starting late! Heck yeah!

So let's get to it.

Word or Phrase of 2009

"2009 was EPIC"

It all started with a fellow Resident Assistant; a gamer who had picked up the word while playing WOW one night. She was saying it all day, every day. Then, pretty soon, the whole lot of us were saying it during meetings, in speeches (not even joking), and while drinking a glass of wine or two.

That 'Glee' episode was epic. Did you see the way our basketball team was beat last night? Epic. Epic Fail.

I'm pretty sure I have just subconsciously adopted it into everyday vernacular, so don't judge my tweets if every other update has it. After all, this year has been pretty epic.

The Carnival is in Town

2009-12-10T03:08:00.000-08:00

Guess what?

The 9th Carnival of Feminists (hosted by the great Amanda over at The Undomestic) finally made it's way to town yesterday!

You should definitely read it HERE (not just because yours truly was included, though if that's your reason... I heart you. Maybe!)

There are amazing and heartfelt posts regarding body image, violence against women (across the globe), and World AIDS Day just to name a few topics.

Thanks to Amanda for hosting and hope ya'll enjoy it!

'Alice': Better Luck Next Time SyFy

2009-12-09T07:57:00.000-08:00

Banking on the excitement for Tim Burton's version of Alice in Wonderland, SyFy decided to quench the thirst of literary folk and geeks alike with their version of the classic, drug-induced tale.

(*Mini Spoilers Ahead*)

With a star-filled cast (including Kathy Bates, Tim Curry, and Colm Meaney), I expected Alice to blow my mind with a re-imagining that was not only clever, but insightful. Instead, I seemed to be watching Alice (a trained black belt and martial arts instructor, by the way), played by Caterina Scorsone, being emotionally and, at times, physically defeated by the men in her life. Heck, she was defeated by an older, unarmed gentleman in Part I-- seriously?

As if the I'm-a-capable-woman-but-still-helpless role didn't rub me the wrong way, the whole setting of Wonderland did the trick. Every woman (except the Queen) was dressed in a crop top, mini skirt, and heels while moaning their words. The men on the other hand, delivered lines like this one:

"Do I need a reason to help a pretty girl in a really wet dress?" - The Hatter

I know. Classy, right? I would totally fall for that too.

Sure, there are some redeeming qualities: including the times when Alice does defend herself against a slew of armed bodyguards, the eye-catching CGI, and the beautiful mise-en-scene. But I could not get Freud out of my head when it was revealed that Alice is doing this because she had no father figure in her life.

Final verdict? Watch it, but don't expect much. It's visually enticing but needed a lot of work in terms of script. Maybe being sponsored by Kay Jewelers influenced the final product a little too much.

Did anyone else watch this made for t.v movie? What did you think?

P.S. I'm pretty sure I developed a high school, butterflies in stomach, sweaty palms crush on both Caterina Scorsone and Andrew Lee Potts (both pictured above) after watching this movie though. Another plus? =]

Images: Google

Movie Buffs, Back-up Plans, and 'Brothers'

2009-12-08T10:05:00.000-08:00

In Los Angeles, we don't have Broadway musicals or Rodeos, we have movie screenings!

It's pre-Oscar season and free movie screenings are happening every freakin' day (you just need to know where to look). So since I heard a cast/crew screening for Rob Marshall's 'Nine' was happening last night--I was all for it!

I drove up to West Hollywood, geared up in my best yeah it looks like I woke up in this but it's fashionable clothes and lined up amongst the geeky, fedora wearing, Starbucks drinking movie lovers. (And there was another opportunity to prove my utter failure with flirting in the post-college world by the way, but I digress.)

Sadly, since it was a mixed bag of guild members and regular folk, despite having a ticket, all of us 'regular folk' were left out because apparently, all the rich, snotty guild people decided to come to that same screening. Yup the guild members braved the rain (trust me, it's a big deal for most Angelinos) and took their Gucci wearing butts into that theatre.

I did, however, get to meet an amazing older woman who could immediately spot my invisible 'movie-buff' badge. We talked about the recent films receiving Oscar buzz and even gushed over Jake Gyllenhall's sexy, sexy self. This chat inevitably led me to watch Jim Sheridan's 'Brothers' as a back-up; something I had meant to do for some time now.

In short (and without spoilers), it's a story about family dynamics (including the evolution and disintegration of the familial structure), war, and mental illness. I would highly recommend it, if for nothing else, for the brilliant acting by Natalie Portman, Jake Gyllenhall, Toby Maguire, and Sam Shepard (who also happens to write about family dynamics, seriously. Check him out)! Heck, the two women next to me were so engrossed in the film that I'm sure everyone in that theatre could hear them cry and sigh during the really emotional moments.

And come on. Aren't you excited to finally see a casting agent who worked through something some of us were always thinking: Wow Jake and Toby could be brothers!

My Kind of Holiday Film: 'Treevenge'

2009-12-07T09:00:00.000-08:00

Are you sick and tired of the same ol' happy/sappy endings in Holiday movies? Don't you ever just want to see something new happen?

Well thanks to Jason Eisener, we have Treevenge. A film that is not only reminiscent of the gritty, almost kitschy horror films of the past, but completely amusing and entertaining. Having won a slew of awards including Best short/audience award at the Fantasia Film Festival (after having made a splash in Grindhouse with his faux trailer Hobo with a Shotgun), it's no wonder this film has become such a big hit.

I do warn you that there is a lot of blood and guts, but it is worth watching. I mean, when else are you going to see Trees revolting against a holiday tradition!

*Video courtesy of Twitchfilm.net

Disney Turning a New Leaf for Girls?

2009-12-06T18:19:00.000-08:00

It looks like Disney is finally getting the picture: women do not need or want to be rescued. In fact, we are more than capable of doing the rescuing.

The new Huffy Disney Princess Bikes features two adventure-loving girls who are on a mission to rescue the prince. Check it out below:

Sure, this commercial is still a bit problematic with the colors chosen for the bikes (the same baby blue, pink, and violet color scheme) and the gigantic heart in the middle (because wouldn't like bikes unless they are cutesy)--but it's a step forward.

Although this is only one commercial let's hope this trend spreads into Disney scripts and films. I mean, how bad ass would it be to have a new generation of girls enjoying films where the typical princess steps away from the helpless-girl-sitting-in-a-tower-waiting-for-a-man syndrome. And Disney can we maybe throw in a role with a positive image of the LGBTQIA community? Just saying.

It's the Final Countdown!

2009-12-02T08:45:00.000-08:00

Da da da da dun dun dun dun da da da da da-daaaa-da

If you don't know the song to which I am referring in the title or that faux-internetz-humming-attempt-I-had-to-add-above... you can forget everything I just said and start...
---------> here.

It's December and never in my life has the idea of time ticking forward been so frightening and exciting at the exact same time. Seriously. If someone were to take my pulse, I'd imagine they'd freak out at the hummingbird-like tricks my heart is cranking out.

At this moment, there is one duffle under the living room table that is holding a random assortment of items on my packing list. One. I mean, come on, how does someone pack for two years?! Two years in a different country, no less.

And how do I, the chick who usually carries at most 5 items when traveling, pack for such an occasion? I swear, every time I add some pants or a shirt, I think do I really, really need this? (And no. In no way does this mean I'm all for running around Central America in boy shorts and a bra, either!)

But my packing procrastination has given me some great opportunities to savor everything I won't have when serving in the Peace Corps: TV, movies, family and friends (among many, many, many things).

November, for example, gave me time to actually put fire under my behind with NaNoWriMo. Although I didn't 'win' aka reach the goal, I realized many things about my writing style: I need a lot of time to prepare, outline, and get everything straight with my characters so that I'm not rewriting 800+ word chunks of dialogue the day after I write them (I did this about 25 times... not even joking)! So NaNoWriMo 2010... I'll be waiting!

But now that December is here, I cannot even wait to begin this whole new part of my life. Five weeks left until the big day! Yes, I am practically peeing my pants in excitement (yeah TMI, whatever).

Image source: Discover Magazine and Google

A Lovely and Sauced Thanksgiving Weekend

2009-11-30T18:40:00.000-08:00

I don't think we really saw ourselves drinking in a dive bar and dancing to latin punk music the night before Thanksgiving.

"Lemme buy you a drink" was a phrase that happened way too often that night from people who could barely walk the 10 ft from one end of the bar to the other. I blame my good friend for befriending everyone around us--a trait I wish hadn't been stunted in me with the warning: Don't talk to strangers.

After accepting a drink, swatting away the drunks, and laughing with old friends, we relocated to a wine bar to talk in a more relaxed area. Eventually we were sauced and laughing at the nastiest and most ironically named cocktail, The Diablo, for it's lack of devil-like qualities.

It's really nights like these, where time flies so quickly, that makes me love getting together with old friends.

Five A.M. rolls around and I am back home.

Being 'the cook' of the house, I decide to begin prep work for the Thanksgiving meal as soon as I got home. Sure, chopping vegetables and prepping the turkey after consuming a few glasses of wine, might not be wise for most--but I am a pro.

I rocked out a good meal--moist turkey, carrot curry soup, cous cous, vegan mac & 'cheese', and a homemade cran-pumpkin pie (completed #26 of my 101 in 1001). Overall a nice twist on a traditional Thanksgiving meal that my family enjoyed. There were only a few sad mentions of my impeding departure, but overall good times.

Five weeks left in the States and I'm glad this past long weekend was successfully spent with a bunch of people I love.

Thanks, Merci, & Muchas Gracias

2009-11-25T17:40:00.000-08:00

Thanksgiving is really my favorite holiday because it is a day dedicated to three things: food, family, and appreciating everything you have. Although the world might be a little crazy at the moment with wars still occurring abroad, some human rights put into question, and even the oh-my-god-the-world-is-ending-in-2012 thing, it is a great time to reflect on all the good things. Let's face it this world isn't all about fuzzy kittens, rainbows, and ponies (thank god).

I am thankful for my family: my bold mother, strong father, caring grandmother, and kind-hearted sister. They have seen me rise and fall, but have always managed to be by my side (even when I am the brattiest person alive).

I am thankful for my close friends (they know who they are). Even on my most 'down and out' days, they somehow make me laugh and forget all the drama.

I am thankful for the strong women who influenced me at Pacific. Whether it be in a classroom, through an organization, or on a personal level--you all really made me realize what kind of person I can be.

I am thankful for the internet--without which I would not be able to connect with everyone without having to overcome my fear of phones (joking... kind of). And for allowing me to find some amazing feminist bloggers who I admire!

I am thankful for the way I was raised--with an open mind and a loud voice!

I am thankful because I am different than half of my family; that I am able to analyze ideas and not following a common idea/belief simply because it's in a book. I also give thanks for my parents teaching me that I have a choice in what I believe.

I am thankful that I will be working in a different country for two years and have been given the opportunity to help out a community abroad.

I am thankful for rainy days where I can dance barefoot and feel the moisture in my hair.

I am thankful for being the artsy, fartsy hippie that I am. That I love working with photography, film, paint, writing, etc. as a way of self expression.

I am thankful for the friends who don't shy away from my 'potty mouth' or for my frank talks about sex.

And finally, I am thankful for people who just enjoy being with me in my most intense geeky/nerdy/loud/funny/awkward moments where I am being myself.

Growing Up & Self-Truths

2009-11-25T12:00:00.000-08:00

I abhor the sound of pouring water almost as much as awful grammar (though I can fall victim to the latter).
I often misunderstand phrases when said quickly... and automatically interpret into something dirty. It drives people crazy.
I'm a very visual person... I instantly create mental pictures of anything that is spoken aloud.
I apparently look unapproachable when walking by myself; but it is only because I'm thinking or making up a story to strangers' lives.
I love Gilmore Girls mostly because I think the show describes the relationship my mom and I have
I've realized, after studying abroad in London, how much I'd love to live someplace else (outside the U.S.)
I don't like it when people attempt to give me back massages or rub my shoulders. I find it weird.
I started this blog to continue writing after college and as a way to learn how to write about myself... something I still have trouble doing.
I LOVE indie films, foreign films, and abstract films. John Waters, Tarantino, Mendes, and Wes Anderson are some of my favorites.
I'm not a big fan of the telephone. I have one, but I would prefer texting/emailing you if I can't see you/talk to you in person.
I cut all my hair off after I graduated and donated it to Locks of Love. It was the best decision I made and proved that chunky girls can rock short hair.
I find it difficult to nurture my female friendships; something always seems to get in the way. I do have a small group of female friends who have stuck around through the thick and thin though.
I get over past friendships/relationships easily. I believe in carpe diem and don't really dwell on the past.
I have never really had that wedding fantasy. I wouldn't mind finding that other half but wasting so much money on one day and a piece of paper seems ridiculous (though I support all my friends who are getting married).
I am laughing and cracking jokes 90% of the time.
I find it annoying when someone tries to put down my beliefs. I will agree to disagree, but don't tell me that I will burn in hell for believing in this or that.
I love citrus flavors and loathe chocolate, mayo, and ice cream. Many people try to convince me I have a problem once I reveal the whole not liking chocolate thing.
I generally have the mouth of a sailor, but automatically shut that part of the brain off when I'm in front of my dad or people of authority.
I love it when people own up to their sexuality--especially women. Why is it societally awkward, as a woman, to talk about pleasure/sex/etc? If you want to talk about it, do it.
I sing in the car and love karaoke bars.
I find it awkward talking about myself, but love being an 'ear' for others.

"Bohemian Rhapsody" Cover by The Muppets

2009-11-24T16:02:00.000-08:00

As a huge fan of The Muppets, this has made my day.

And to all my fellow 20-somethings out there who are fans of Wayne's World:

Kids Reenact First Thanksgiving (Funny & Accurate)

2009-11-24T09:55:00.000-08:00

What makes the accurate account of Thanksgiving a little more bearable?
A short film acted out by little kids (read: funny kids)!

Love it.

I Blame Twilight for...

2009-11-23T11:28:00.000-08:00

these little advertising gems.

"You can surround her with the strength of your love."
Oh yeah, that's what I want; a symbol of your smothering. Can anyone else see the next scene being the woman picking up the phone, seeing the caller ID and screaming "The call is coming from inside the house!"
Cut to: Diamond on the floor and the Jigsaw/bike doll from "Saw" riding around the bloody necklace.

I thought I left creepy frat boys behind in college?
Apparently, they also come in bubble form (who sexually harass you in the shower and have things for loofas). Seriously?

Throwing the Bullsh*t Flag on Cancer Screening 'Updates'

2009-11-22T15:45:00.000-08:00

So apparently last week was chalk full of changes for women and their health.

On Monday, a federal advisory board made a decision to alter the age in which women should begin routine mammograms from 40 to 50 and advised doctors to no longer teach women how to perform self-examination. Then later in the week, the American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists advised that women receive their first Pap test/cervical cancer screening at 21. The non-profit organization also recommended that patients younger than 30 be screened once every two years and healthy women over 30 be screened once every three years.

As far as both of these recommendations go, I'm throwing a big, fatty bullshit flag onto the field. Why? I can only see an increase in cancer cases if we push back the recommended screening age and how convenient is it that both these screening updates come out at a time when health care reform is a hot topic. And no self-exams, really?

As someone who has seen more than 10 women and their families plagued by breast cancer at an age younger than forty, I am not happy by this utter crap. How the hell are women supposed to be healthy if we get shafted at every corner? And also, as someone who went through a breast cancer scare not too long ago, it is appalling how they handled young women. I got many 'you're too young', 'it doesn't matter if you have family history', 'you're probably wrong' responses by medical staff when they were checking me out and let's not mention the oh gosh you're probably here for a doctor's note look. Luckily the lump wasn't cancer, but the whole experience made me loathe the people working there. The experience also got me to work with Relay for Life and other organizations as a way to prevent other women from having to go through that area of the hospital.

So honestly, don't follow these bogus guidelines. Take it upon yourself to see the doctor and while you're at it, check out the organizations that do not agree with these new suggestions. And support those going through cancer by working with organizations like Relay for Life and just by being by their side through the fight!

Photo Filler: Down with the Sickness

2009-11-22T13:24:00.000-08:00

I had been out visiting friends a few days back and returned with a gnarly cold. So I will get back to my regular blogging shortly! Until then, here's a photo to tide you over.

Shady Business or Clever Marketing? 'Avatar' vs. 'Last Airbender'

2009-11-11T23:19:00.000-08:00

After James Cameron's (Titanic, Terminator, Terminator 2, Alien) Avatar trailer hit the web, mass confusion ensued. Is it based on the Nickelodeon show? Wasn't Shyamalan (The Village, The Sixth Sense, Lady in the Lake) doing the movie version? were common questions that hit forums all over the place.

Let's get this straight. James Cameron's Avatar has nothing to do with M. Night Shyamalan's Last Airbender (he dropped the 'Avatar' part off of the title, which just added to more confusion). Here's a quick breakdown of the two films:

Avatar
-Original 3D, sci-fi screenplay/story
-Focuses on a conflict occurring in a distant world named Pandora, where the humans and Na'vi (the local people) are engaging in a war over resources and survival
-Protagonist: Jake Sully (Sam Worthington), former Marine who was wounded and paralyzed in combat on Earth. He is sent to Pandora and joins a mission in which avatars (Na'vi/Human hybrids) are created in order to understand, and in time, take over the Pandora world.
-The story revolves around Jake's struggle between both worlds (as an avatar) and the eminent decision which will decide the fate of the world.
-Technology: It looks like this movie will be featuring technical breakthroughs including the development of innovative 3D viewing and stereoscopic filmmaking with cameras created specifically for this film. And of course, it's jam-packed with CGI technology!
-Release date: December 18, 2009

The Last Airbender
-Martial Arts, Fantasy film based on the first season of Nickelodeon's animated series, Avatar: The Last Airbender. First film of a possible trilogy.
-In a world where the world's elements (Earth, Wind, Water, Fire) are controlled by 'benders', the Fire Nation is waging a harsh war to control the other nations.
-Protagonist: The fate of the future rests on the last survivor of the Air Nomads and Airbenders, Aang (Noah Ringer) the Avatar. An Avatar is the physical re-incarnation of the world with the power to manipulate the elements and draw upon the power/knowledge/strength of previous incarnations.
-Since the balance of the world rests in Aang's hands, an epic journey to restore the war-torn worlds lies ahead. While on his journey, the Fire Nation Admiral hopes to threaten Aang's mission to regain his own honor.
-Release date: July 2, 2010

Sure there are some not-so-far-fetched similarities between the two films including: war, the threatened survival of 'the other' and the fact that the posters are eerily similar (ed note: Did you all have to use the same shade of blue and the same font? Really?) but what surprised me is the title. Is this a shady way for Cameron to bank on Shyamalan's movie? If you type in 'Avatar movie' into google, for example, there seems to be pages mentioning Cameron's film and occasionally one or two links about The Last Airbender. It seems like it is generating extra buzz and site hits even if you are looking for Shyamalan's movie.

Despite the sketchyness of the title/similarities, I am really excited to see both films for very different reasons. I'm practically peeing my pants! Watch both trailers below and see for yourself.

It's a Small, Small World

2009-11-09T20:58:00.000-08:00

I've always wanted to leave the States. Honestly, I think it was in my head from the day I was read Burnett's "A Little Princess" and Bemelmans' "Madeline" before bed time when I was younger.

In college, I got my chance to break out when I studied abroad in London. I could do everything my way (hell yeah, freedom). I shared a flat with a slew of my overseas classmates and could do something completely new every day. And let's not forget the nerdy fact that I could lust over the abundance of literary eye candy just a walk or tube stop away (Dickens, Keats, and Shakespeare, oh my). Swoon.

Now, after being back home again, I have the opportunity to get out again! *Does happy dance around the living room*

First stop: Slovakia (approximately 6140 miles away from home)

I'm going to see one of my bosses-turned-good-friend get hitched with her amazing fiance! A couple of my friends and I had seen this coming from the day we met the then boyfriend; and now it is only a little over a month before the big day! I was going to spend a little over a week seeing the sights and what not with another group of friends who are going to the wedding, but then I got confirmation on my next stop, so it will be a short but amazingly happy trip.

Second Stop: Guatemala (2202 miles away)

After the New Year, I will be working/living in Guatemala for two years! I'm super excited. I can't really get into it yet and will be making a separate blog to talk specifically about that trip because it is a government position. So stay tuned, I foresee lots of cultural learning experiences and maybe even a few cultural faux-pas moments. And you know that I will have my camera strapped to my body and take a massive amount of pictures. Plus, I'll be making my way back around to see all my friends before I leave because let's face it, my nutty self cannot survive without saying goodbye.

Health Care Reform & Effect on Women in a Picture

2009-11-09T20:09:00.000-08:00

(Trigger Warning)

I'd say this is pretty accurate and completely effed up!

If you want to stand up against the Stupak Amendment, ask Obama to protect women's health care rights by signing this petition.

DO IT.

Just because only 17% of the Congress is female, doesn't mean we don't have a voice.

*Image courtesy of: ThePoliticalPartyGirl on tumblr

Flirting 101: Did I Forget to Take That Class?

2009-11-06T05:02:00.000-08:00

So, I've noticed that I completely suck at flirting. And I'm being serious here. I suck.

In college, I was a bit spoiled. I had hundreds of people around my age, with similar and varying interests, surrounding me twenty four hours a day (I lived on campus, so this twenty-four-seven thing is no joke). I was around people all the time. And now I'm thrown back into my home town and I don't have an 'easy' way to meet a partner. I'm back in a big city with different folks who are in different walks of life and I'm stuck in the middle of it just thinking what the f---.

Most of my past relationships/flings/whatever were started either in a mutual class, an extracurricular, or a party. And if you look at my 'taste', you can see why. I get weak in the knees for the nerdy/artsy-fartsy/quasi-socially awkward folk who can make their own moon shine (yeah, totally dated a guy who did), can debate me on any subject, or can point out the historical inaccuracies in a war movie. Shexay. Hell, I find it fascinating when someone can ramble on for hours about a chemical breakdown that I can't even fully comprehend as a creative, right-brained person!

So now that I've been taking a language class for fun and just trying to jump back into my community, it's been awkward on my part when I realize that hey that person was probably flirting with me like an hour later.

Let's take a few nights ago for example. I was out grabbing some food for my family and some extremely tan (use Lindsay Lohan as a reference for this type of tan) and gelled guy who parked next to me, approached me as I was putting away the bags in my trunk. He motioned to the tassel on my car (which my mom immediately ninja'd onto my car when I graduated, BTW) and began asking what high school I graduated from (ed note: Seriously? Do I still look I'm in High School?). I explained that I actually just graduated from college and shared when/what I graduated from, per his request. After a while, he was getting closer and was asking if I wanted help with the rest of my bags and if I was from the area. He pulled out his phone and started saying something to the effect of Hey if you're not doing anything later and I found my chance to escape so I can go home and cook. And that ended that.

In the situation, I thought, this is weird, what is he doing. I guess after a few mental replays, maybe I was just not in the moment or maybe not my type (actually, not my type at all). These type of flirtations have been occurring lately... including from the guy I was hardcore crushing on in my language class (and I utterly dropped the ball because I was nervous). And thinking about it, half of the time, I'm not aware of these things and the other half of the time, I just don't know how to react.

I mean, was it because I refused to read Cosmo/Seventeen/Teen Bop when I was little that I'm in desperate need of a flirting crash course or was it because college made me lazy in finding a match? If anything, I find it hilarious to be completely oblivious, don't ya think?

Images courtesy of Google Images.

Can't Live Without...

2009-11-03T22:53:00.000-08:00

[Note: This post is a part of 20SB’s Blog Carnival: Can’t Live Without, and Alice.com is awarding prizes to lucky bloggers and readers!]

Have you ever just taken a second to think about what you really need to survive (and yes folks, I'm using the word 'need' loosely)? What would you save from a sinking ship? Do you have a Wilson Volleyball to your Tom Hanks?

Well for me, it is three very different, but similar things: a good book, my camera, and a vibrator.

A Good Book
While the book itself varies daily on mood, a good book is my constant companion. It's an easy way to pass time between classes, a great stimulant to get your butt out into your local park or beach and might even be a catalyst for a discussion. And let me tell you, I can vouch for the last one when I had a copy of Franz Kafka's Metamorphosis at a Starbucks. In short: a cute/geeky/love of my life (kidding on the last one... maybe) sat down next to me and talked about his experience with the book. A book can work wonders, I swear.

My Camera
Although there would be a need for a self-replenishing battery and a waterproof case needed for my Nikon if I were sinking on the Titanic, I have no qualms about lugging my DSLR everywhere I go. It isn't about 'showing off' your photos or flaunting your tools, but capturing a moment. Or better yet, attempting to capture the beauty that this world contains and looking on later in life and going back to that very spot where you took the photo.

And finally...

A Vibrator
I'm pretty sure there is no explanation needed. Sometimes, only the trio known as Me, Myself, and I know what I need. And if I'm lost in the Amazonian river or if I suddenly find myself on that freaky "Lost", you know that I will make my days of impending doom have a happy ending (du-dum-chum).

And how in the world could these three things be similar? They all make me really, really happy.

What are your Can't Live Without items? Feel free to share! If not, I'm pretty sure I just over-shared for the both of us.

Vampire Stalking = A New Reason to Buy a Volvo

2009-11-03T21:29:00.000-08:00

Can we please just stop with all the Twilight/New Moon stuff already? It is getting a bit ridiculous.

Now Volvo has a new commercial that wants you to be just like Edward and keep your lover/means of sustenance/whatever safe with a Volvo. See for yourself:

I can see a new tag-line to come: Volvo, stalk in comfort and style. I especially love the shots of Edward all creepy like when Bella is on the bike.
ENOUGH.
It's old already and we're only halfway through the darn series.

What is up with all the commercial FAIL this week. First Reebok and now this? Honestly...

*Note: I did read the books and quickly regretted listening to my younger sister's advice. If you haven't done so, only read them if you want to laugh at the completely ludicrous and no-so-unique storylines.

Shoes, Weight Loss, & the Male Gaze: aka Reebok Commercial FAIL

2009-11-02T22:48:00.000-08:00

Want the recipe for a perfect (read: sexist) commercial?
Shoes + Weight loss + the Male Gaze. Perfection, no? Well hold on to your seats ladies, gentlemen, and everyone out there in the web, this Reebok Easy Tone commercial gets better!

Don't you love how this commercial is pretending to sell you shoes, but is really selling you sex appeal? I don't think the advertiser's main goal is to get your wobbly tush in shape. I think the ad folks want you to be wanted. They want your booty to be the only thing your man, the man with the camera whose apartment looks into yours, the deli guy, and every warm blooded straight man to stare at your hot ass.

And notice how the disheveled make-up artist (in the first two seconds of the commercial) is shooed off and almost ran over by this Reebok girl's sweet, sweet butt. No need for you ugly ladies, my shoes and I are going places.

How can a 30 second commercial be so offensive?

Answer: Pander some women's sneakers to a different demographic and shame women into buying your product.

*Update: There's more, oh joy! And it is in black and white--you know, because it is classier that way.

Photo Filler: New Toy!

2009-11-02T22:29:00.000-08:00

So I have been recovering from Halloween weekend and have been participating in NaNoWriMo, so my apologies for the lack of posts! I'll write whenever I'm feeling like I need a break from my teeny novel.

Before Halloween though, I became the owner of a new 'toy' (read: a new cool camera):
The Zumi.
It take really cool/dreamy photos and film that resemble 8mm! So while on my weekend away, I tested out this bad boy. So enjoy.

The cutest couple I saw on the beach

Pretty sure I was doing -5MPH in the sand since I did not want to take off my boots. I'm stubborn sometimes, so don't hate.

I LOVE lighthouses. I just want to live in one someday.

Freaking Out on the Inside

2009-10-28T21:32:00.000-07:00

What's more frightening than zombies and ghouls?
Writing (well, and making movies--but that's a different post).

Sure I love doing it. Hell, this is why I decided to begin blogging again after 4 freaking years. BUT, since november is just around the corner and that means NaNoWriMo is just around the corner, I seem to be getting really nervous. I don't have a steady/permanent job and I have some 'free time', so I'm finally jumping the gun.

I've had professors tell me to try it out, had a friend who used a story for their public speaking class because he liked the plot and been published once. These things were cool, but not really a push to actually do something with my writing.

And now, NaNoWriMo is a-comin' and there is no turning back. I'm biting my nails and figuratively pooping my pants. Wish me luck and if you are willing to join me on this ridiculous adventure add me as a 'buddy': elle_lo. I'll be the one scrambling through November with a coffee in hand and having not showered for a month (Just kidding... maybe not).

But really, will you still love me if I'm a stinky mess, but have a finished novel?
Please do.

Image source: askart.com

Guest Blog: Cupcakes > Equal Pay > Abortion

2009-10-26T11:42:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I'm fascinated when the bloggerverse leads you to cool and fascinating people. This week 20 Something Bloggers, a blogging community site I'm a member of, is hosting a blog swap. I was lucky enough to be paired with Meghan from Blackberries to Apples, a N.Y-based blog that focuses on everything N.Y. with some comedy and sass. A feminist herself, it was only natural to cross-post one of her great pieces which flips National Pro-Life Cupcake Day on its head.So get ready to hold your sides and welcome Meghan. And thanks again for writing!

Jezebel posted this recently in remembrance of National Pro-Life Cupcake Day (um, yeah, you read that correctly), and I was literally LOLZing at my desk. I mean, it's just so absurd that I still don't fully believe it's for real. Question: whether you're pro-choice or pro-life, what do cupcakes have to do with it? Oh that's right: fuckin' nothing.

So, according to the people pushing the lifecakes, when someone asks, "Whose birthday is it?," you are supposed to respond: "It's no one's birthday. These cupcakes represent the 50,000,000* children who weren't allowed to be born, who never had a birthday. If you and I were aborted we wouldn't have a birthday party either."

Way to ruin cupcakes, fucktards. In honor of these shitiots, I have come up with a list of other wildly inappropriate messages that can/shouldn't be conveyed via delicious pastries.

The Wage Gap Cupcake: In honor of all the women who can’t afford luxury cupcakes because they still, on average, make 77% of what a man makes for the same job. Topped with marzipan pennies.

The Marriage Protection Cupcake: This one is a 2-fer-1! In honor of all the gays who will never have cupcakes at their weddings, and all the straights who will get divorced. Topped with disco sticks instead of candles, obvs.

The Gender Equality Cupcake: In honor of all the women who will never make cupcakes for their hubbies, because they are too busy making careers for themselves. Topped with Christina Hendricks.

The Single Ladies Cupcake: Thrown in for good measure, because if anyone ever deserved her own cupcake, it’s Beyoncé. Topped with a huge icing engagement ring.

The Children In Poverty Cupcake: In honor of all the children who eat real cupcakes all the time because their parents can't afford to feed them anything other than McDonald's, Taco Bell and, yes, Entenmann's. Topped with 28 Red Hots to represent birth control.

The Family Leave Cupcake: In honor of all the newborn babies in the U.S. who will never eat homemade cupcakes because their mothers only get like two, three weeks tops paid leave. Topped with icing American flags.

The Real Victims of Abortion Cupcake: In honor of the millions of women who die annually because they are forced to resort to illegal, unmonitored and dangerous abortion methods. Topped with a sugar bill making abortion legal worldwide – I mean a girl can dream, right?

Those are just a few ideas. We can keep this going, guys. The possibilities are endless.

*a completely made-up number, y'all

**ed. note: This never fails to crack me up =]

Lessons in Dating: Manilow Concert

2009-10-26T00:11:00.000-07:00

First off, sorry that I've been away. Helped the family pack/move/unpack for a few days now and would promptly pass out without even a second thought. Amidst the moving madness though, I had lunch with the conservative/religious side of the family (which leads straight to religious conversion attempts and praising of devout family members that Mandy Moore from 'Saved' would be proud of) and managed to snag some ridiculously cheap tickets ($9) to the Barry Manilow concert at the Hollywood Bowl for a Mom/Daughter date.

We packed up some yummy sandwiches, fruit, granola bars, and red wine into our faux picnic basket and headed off. This was the first time visiting the Hollywood Bowl for the both of us, so we were pleasantly surprised to have amazing views from the top/middle section of the place. I was also impressed at the amount of wine I saw each group bring! The largest number of wine I saw was 8 bottles for a party of 5; and we're talking the fatty bottles too!

With some red wine and filled bellies, it was a great concert. Barry Manilow exceeded my expectations and definitely made my mom happy. We joked about how I was the youngest person there (apart from the kids who were being hauled in by their parents, probably against their own will) and how the older crowd is definitely fun when under the influence. The only negative I'd say was one guy behind us.

This man acted like he was 20-something, but later revealed to be in his late 40s. He was dressed to the nines and trying to impress the woman he was with, who was in her early 30s, and her two friends, who arrived a little later.

Early on, this man talked about his money/his family's money and all the cool jobs/connections he has/has had/will have. One of his little anecdotes related to buying up used guitars at garage sales and selling them on eBay to famous people like Springsteen and weaseling his way into backstage passes in order to have the musicians test them out. Of course, he recounted these tales with a way that lead to his date ooh-ing and ahh-ing.

Story after story was told and soon, a few minutes after the opening act came on, the friends arrived. They prepared to bring alcohol/food/blankets, while this guy apparently had forgotten to do so. Rather than go down a few steps to get some wine and food from the grills/restaurants within the Hollywood Bowl, he begged to have half of the friends' food and wine to share--and these weren't even his friends.

And finally, we have the wonderful retelling of his times (including last week apparently) where he has paid hundreds of dollars to be in the front rows of concerts and how he has shelled out the $300 to sit in those comfy booths at the foot of the Hollywood Bowl. By the way, this wonderful story was inspired by his date's complaints about how hard the seats are because he couldn't pay for a 75 cent seat cushion for his $9 seats. Seriously?

One thing that drives me mad is when dates talked about money when the relationship is early. And it's not just talking about money, but bragging about it. I really don't care if you personally mopped up Mick Jagger's sweat with your fan shirt when you were 7 and then sold it on eBay 15 years later for $2000. Sure you can spin it in a way where you sound less conceited, but honestly who cares?

Here's a dating tip from me to you: save the money stories and let's talk about anything else. I'd even accept the weather.

And here's a little treat: Barry Manilow on Family Guy

Halloween: The Holiday for the Big Kids in Us

2009-10-21T19:27:00.000-07:00

I can honestly tell you that Halloween is my favorite holiday as an adult. Why the mention of 'as an adult'? Well, because in the late 80s, early 90s, Los Angeles might as well have been an even creepier, metropolitan version of Willy Wonka's Chocolate factory, staffed with scary kidnappers who either poisoned or razor-bladed kid's candy in the eyes of my parents. In short: I never really experienced the whole trick-or-treating tradition. Sure, I dressed up in pretty awesome costumes, but I never really got to show them off--well not farther than one block from home.

It all changed in High School, where I was able to coordinate with friends, dress up for charity events, and even parties! It became a challenge to craft something out of something I had in my closet or even glue and sew something into an interesting persona. I loved it. It worked towards my artistic side while appealing to my theatrical/out of body thrill. And let's not even mention the fun that Halloween was in college!

This year, I'll be going to a friend's get together in a city that apparently holds Halloween in high regard, so I have been trying to concoct my Halloween costume. Each year I try to find something relating to a movie or a book and this year would be no different.

Originally, I had decided, Amelia Earhart. Strong woman, short hair, leather jacket and scarf. Perfection, I thought. I gathered things from my closet for weeks and was even going to craft some aviator goggles from found objects. Totally fits my criteria since there is a new movie based on this bad ass aviator and I'm rocking some short hair at the moment. Then, I had a new idea: Max.

As soon as I thought of that name, it all clicked. Where the Wild Things Are. Why had I not thought of this before? One of my favorite childhood books (next to Madeline) and the Spike Jonez adaptation literally capture the melancholy and beauty of this book. Heck, I was Max when I was little. So now I'm on a mission to create a hodge-podge of a costume.

With this new (hopefully comfy) idea in mind, I cannot wait to have fun on Halloween!
What are you going to be on Halloween? Do you have a trusty 'Where's Waldo Costume' or do you change it up every year?

Photo credit: Skiptomylove.org, Allposters.com and Abebooks.com

Indie Films & Success? Possible According to Paranormal Activity

2009-10-21T12:38:00.000-07:00

Have you ever tried to put a film together? Believe me, even a short film can be like birthing a child: painful but rewarding. But Oren Peli, the writer, director and producer of the sleeper hit Paranormal Activity makes it look like a breeze. With a one week shooting schedule, an unfathomable budget of $11,000 dollars, and two new actors, it seems ludicrous that his little baby has made such a huge impression on audiences and the industry itself.

The story is simple: Katie (Katie Feathersone) and Micah (Micah Sloat) (the actors use their real names in the film) are a couple who have finally made the jump to live together. Shortly after their move, strange paranormal activity begins to happen--whispering, long scratching noises, sinks turning on and off, cold breezes, etc. Katie soon reveals that this isn't the first time she's been 'haunted'. In fact, when she was eight years old, she was visited by an apparition and soon after these strange occurrences, her childhood home was inexplicably burned to the ground. Since then, the apparition has been revisiting Katie every few years, up to the present.

By this point, Micah is upset to have not known this about his girlfriend and is threatened to have lost control on what is occurring around him. With the metaphoric loss of manhood comes an expensive camera and sound equipment in order to investigate what exactly is going on and figure out a way to deal with the situation.

Sure the story doesn't seem unique, but what makes Paranormal Activity so powerful is the realism. The audience's view into this couple's world is the POV filming. The fact that we move from room to room, day to day through the unbiased lens of the camera immediately transports us into this haunted San Diego home without thought. Here the shaky camera--unlike The Blair Witch Project or even Cloverfield--doesn't detract from the film, but adds to the mood. We discover the frights in a relatively paced manner, living through Katie and Micah's lives and only being teased with clues through the positioned camera rolling in the bedroom or through the investigative prodding of the camera sneaking into a new environment.

Another large selling point is the authenticity sewn into the dialogue and acting. I felt myself nodding with Katie as she described the moments where she couldn't breathe from the fright of the apparition at the foot of her bed when she was a child and thought to myself, well who hasn't been freaked out by creaky stairs or an unexplained breeze? Sure, I haven't set up a camera in my house, but it made me think it's possible.

Paranormal Activity also succeeds in transforming our most cherished moments and spaces, such as time with a boyfriend/girlfriend cuddling in bed, into high anxiety, blood-curdling moments. And it is not surprising that we can relate to the support we see between Micah and Katie in these moments. We've all had moments in relationships where we have to help our partner through their personal demons.

And no horror film is complete without the overly confident naysayer and his (or her) foil, the scared pragmatist. In this case, Micah is the skeptic and Katie is the cautious girlfriend who goes along with the ludicrous plans. Although we have seen this duo in horror films of the past, the crafty acting by these two actors makes it believable. I can see myself in both characters and am able to imagine speaking the all-to-true dialogue.

After seeing Paranormal Activity, it is not surprising that this film, with it's limited release, has had such a bang. At first this little picture only opened up in 13 college towns and, with the help of clever marketing, asked audiences to vote on the film's website in order to increase the release of the film. Well the voting worked and after releasing the film to only 760 theaters during their Wide Release, Paranormal Activity has already grossed approximately 37 million! This is the highest grossing indie film to date. If you haven't seen the film already, see the trailer and race to your local movie theatre because this film will make you think about filming your house while you sleep. Check out the trailer below.

So is it possible to be an indie film and have Hollywood gold? It sure is.

Photo Credit: Scifisccop.com and Google

Enough with the Slut-Shaming!

2009-10-19T05:25:00.000-07:00

Last week, while a boy may or may not have pretended to be in a balloon for a show, Meghan McCain received more than book reviews when posting a photo of herself (seen at left) on Twitter. The reason behind the backlash was not because of the particular book she was reading or due to the quippy tweet that accompanied the picture. In reality, McCain was harassed with profane-laden tweets because of her breasts. And it is no surprise that talk about a woman's chest leads to the word slut being thrown around.

Let's point out that McCain was not posing naked for Playboy, was not caught with a sex tape, was not posing in a lewd manner or even showing a nipple--though I would argue that these actions still do not excuse the use of the word slut. McCain was just holding a biography of Andy Warhol while wearing a tank top. A tank top.

Let's get this straight America, we women do not come in one cup size. There are small breasts and large breasts. Flat-chested women and women who are well-endowed. And because our breasts and bodies come in all shapes and sizes, clothes fit us differently. Large breasts can usually be seen from beyond shirts like tank tops not because the wearer is trying to look sexy or because they, the breasts, are a sign of the wearer's promiscuity. This is just the nature of breasts.

McCain, being a known blogger and voice for young Republicans, took to twitter and her column on The Daily Beast to share her side of the story. McCain tweeted that night,

"so I took a fun picture not thinking anything about what I was wearing but apparently anything other than a pantsuit I am a slut [...]."

And she's right! Must women be wearing pantsuits in order to be taken seriously and not be 'mistaken' for being promiscuous sluts? McCain's column entitled, "Don't Call Me a Slut" even points out the double standard that occurs when congressmen go shirtless and are immediately ogled and praised rather than stigmatized.

Sometimes, I wonder about the freedom women really have in terms of their representation. Sure, we have the freedom to choose what we wear, where we work and how we present ourselves to others--among many other things--but we are still ripped to shreds when it doesn't please the masses. I guess we have to emulate strong women like Peggy Olsen from Mad Men and try to find a way to shake the Patriarchy from within. For this I applaud McCain, because she did not take this incident lying down. She spoke up and continues to be a voice despite the small hiccup that might have been caused due to others' fear of her breasts.

Photo credit: The Daily Beast and Google

Black & White & Sexist All Over: College Newspaper Edition

2009-10-16T00:11:00.000-07:00

This was the front page of my undergraduate alma mater's paper this morning. Do you see something wrong? Maybe something that doesn't belong?

Let me just give you a little background. On July 1, 2009, the University of the Pacific was officially turned over to the 24th and first female president, Pamela A. Eibeck. This article marks the first time President Eibeck officially welcomes the new members of the Pacific community through the Pacifican newspaper and invites students and parents to commence a dialogue with her.

Although in the past, these welcomes would be given prime real estate on the whole front page, this time around it is split-- the second time in Pacifican history where an ad is featured on the front page and first to be placed above the fold, by the way. The fact that there is advertising on the front page is not the issue though. The real issue is the type of advertising that was featured and paired with President Eibeck's welcome. A half-naked and some-what aroused woman advertising jeans is seen parallel to this introductory piece.

Seriously Pacifican? Where is your sense of editing? This is not only careless, but completely sexist. It completely demeans and discredits anything President Eibeck is saying and is, in essence, lowering women in power (and I'd argue, all women) to nymphomaniacs at best.

And sadly, this was not the only faux-pas (read: blatant lack of editing) that occurred this week. This article (pictured below) was also featured on page six of the newspaper. The topic: the Polanski rape. And rather than presenting the facts clearly and presenting a clear Perspective, this journalist attempts to turn light on a serious issue and comes off as uninformed, offensive and leaving a bad taste in my mouth.

The first disgusting mistake? The title. Since when is rape a 'boo-boo'? Using a phrase commonly associated with a child's black and blue bruise with a rape is utterly deplorable. Just in case you are not aware, rape is far more serious and permanent than a bruise. And the article's ignorance does not stop there. This article is riddled with missing facts relating to Polanski's arrest and goes on to ridicule celebrities who are standing up against those vowing to Save Polanski. Let's take this quote for example that goes beyond mockery and adds a bit of sizeism,

"And although [Kristie Alley] does make a valid point, we all know she’s just jealous because she hasn’t been laid in years."

You get it? Because she's FAT! Oh yeah, not funny. And let's add a bit of class (read: crudeness) by bringing up other people's sex lives into a story about rape.

And the cherry on top of this delectable sundae? Comparing rape victims to teen/child prostitutes, because you know both are interchangeable ideas/actions.

"[...] wouldn’t it be more efficient for the law to focus on similar cases that happen on American streets every day? Like, say, teenage prostitution?

In Polanski’s case, he is being questioned for seducing a young girl and the girl isn’t charged."

Yes, you saw that correctly. Teenage prostitution, in this person's mind, is equal to being raped. And let's pretend, just for this one second, that we are not aware of the fact that sometimes there are children and teenagers forced into prostitution/slavery every single day so that we can fathom the idea of comparing these two. Are you with me? Because if you are, even then, I cannot see myself comparing those two things. And what exactly would you like us to charge the girl with? There was no consent given since you cannot give consent while under the influence of alcohol or drugs--in fact, she said 'No' multiple times!

Overall, I feel embarrassed to have been a part of this newspaper for two of my undergraduate years. I am simply puzzled by the fact that these two things passed, what used to be, vigorous editing and made it to print. There has already been a strong backlash from faculty, students and fellow alumni, but there is no doubt that there will be more. Tonight, I'm putting sleep aside and writing a letter to the editor, because if anything, there needs to an awareness to sexist ideas and injudicious journalism.

*If you can't read the article, check it out here. I'm not linking to the actual website but the .pdf of the article, because I do not want to give these people any traffic. You can find the website itself with your own sleuthing.

Ah, I'm in the Carnival of Feminists!

2009-10-14T19:44:00.000-07:00

I'm a little late, but my post Conservative CA's New Target: Women is included in the Sixth Carnival of Feminists (Ah!). This time around, it was hosted by the amazing RMJ from Deeply Problematic. It features amazing posts about Albeism, Women's Health, Community and Dialogue, and Education among many, many things.

Check it out and you'll probably discover something new!

Photo: By yours truly =)

Sexualizing Marge Simpson & Homer's Media Pity Party

2009-10-12T21:06:00.000-07:00

Although nowadays cartoon pornography is readily available online, Marge Simpson becomes the first 2-D woman to be featured in a mainstream porn magazine the likes of Playboy. The reason? According to Scott Flanders, CEO of Playboy, to attract readers in their 20s since the average reader of the magazine seems to linger around 35. Let's just point out the creepy fact that rather than an actual flesh and bone woman, they chose to reach out towards a pixelated one for this new computer/tech generation.

And while the sexualization of cartoon women (including Marge) is not a new and novel idea (just think about Marge's Maxim cover), it is still a little ridiculous for reasons that extend beyond the covers themselves. Let's just take a look at the different ways this issue was reported.

The Huffington Post begins their Marge Simpson's Playboy Cover write-up with,

"Marge is about to do something Homer might not approve of."

Oh really? Since when does faux-stripping for a magazine automatically bring about negative implications? Why does she need to report back to her husband and receive approval?

The Independent's Marge Simpson, Playboy Cover Girl goes beyond Homer's possible reactions and brings up their loud-mouthed, raucous son, Bart.

"Does Homer know? What will Bart think? Marge Simpson, Homer's Wife and Bart's mother on the hit television show "The Simpsons," is the cover girl on the November issue of Playboy Magazine."

As if flesh and blood women do not have it hard enough in a patriarchal world, let's demean cartoon women and have them think about how they represent their husbands and son. There is never a mention about how Lisa or even Maggie, for that matter, feel about their mother. No, because we women-folk would never dare look at an adult magazine. And it is definitely not up to us to pass judgement--that's a man's job.

I really do not mind who is posing in an adult magazine, be it cartoon, human or android, but to have them sexualized while demeaning them through stereotypical gender roles is disturbing. So media, enough with the pity party for the men in the Simpson family, after all this isn't even about them.

Image sources: Telegraph.co.uk

Lars von Trier's 'Antichrist': A Review

2009-10-12T06:31:00.000-07:00

I was recently lucky enough to preview Lars von Trier's "Antichrist" and this is a small attempt to unravel a few of the poignant themes, symbols, and cinematic tools utilized in this narrative. I also want to elaborate on the idea that this film is not just misogynistic or simply psychological (as many critics have discussed), but a film which aims to begin a dialogue on a variety of topics. And I apologize for the length!
**Spoilers galore, so if you want to be surprised when the film is released in the U.S. (on October 23rd), this is your warning to skip the marked areas**

"Antichrist" is the story of a grieving couple (played by Willem Dafoe and Charlotte Gainsbourg) who retreat to their cabin in the woods in hopes of restoring their relationship after their child's death. But rather than resolving their issues while in isolation, nature becomes a more present force in their relationship and their lives.

[Spoilers Begin]
Gruesome, animalistic drawings (reminiscent of cave-drawings) slowly pulls the audience in as Tuva Semmingsen's Lascia Ch'io Pianga (Let me Weep) introduces the Prologue and the underlying melancholy within the film. In black & white, the audience sees "He" and "She" mid-coitus causing destruction throughout the house much like the cross-cut shots of snow outside their window. Simultaneously, their son escapes his crib, sees his parents, looks out an open window and falls to his death with three toy soldiers (named "Grief", "Pain", and "Despair") as his only witnesses.

Already in the Prologue, psychology is introduced with a failed Oedipus Complex and a fatal Primal Scene in which the toddler cannot see his place within the potential familial structure. Coupled with the exploration of the sex and death drives, the prologue seems to bury a hook within the audience's gaping mouths. Throughout the rest of the film, von Trier meticulously unravels various themes and symbols seen within this scene as we try to understand what is occurring between and beyond the couple.

One of the major themes explored is grief, which happens to be the title of the first chapter. "He" soon takes it upon himself, as a cognitive therapist, to take care of his wife and ignore her doctor's medication/treatment. "He" guides his wife through the various stages of grief, but rather than working through the grief together, "He" treats his wife as a pet project. This drastic change in roles from husband and wife to therapist and patient leads the couple to "Eden" (the woods around their isolated cabin), the physical manifestation of everything "She" fears.

While in "Eden", "He" continues to coach his wife through the grief, with grueling tests and exercises, and the audience is able to comprehend the way he now sees his wife. A dissection of a woman: roving eyes, a gulping throat, a shaky hand, a pounding chest, and a moist neck. This distinction between former lover and current patient is made clear when "He" shakes off his wife and exclaims,

"Easy. Never screw your therapist."

But this does not stop Gainsbourg's character from having sex with Defoe's character. Rather, the rejection only leads to violent outcries of sexual tension as "She" forces herself onto Defoe's character time and time again.

As von Trier transitions into Chapter 2: Pain (Chaos Reigns), the audience is able to see more of "Eden" which amounts to mostly dead trees/foliage, ominous fog, and the run-down cottage. "He" unintentionally becomes tangled in his wife's emotional turmoil when he (symbolically) leaves his hand outside the window and nature seems to have taken over. After a few more psychological excercises which only seem to belittle his wife, nature unveils the return of the repressed through various animals such as a dying baby deer and a dead chick.

"She" slowly reveals more about her past at "Eden" and divulges that while writing about the past mistreatment/crimes against women in her book "Gynocide", "She" was being tricked by nature to believe that her young son was in danger. "She" also reveals to her husband that,

"Nature is Satan's Church. Everything that used to be beautiful of Eden is now in dreams [and that she] hears the cry of everything that will die".

With these words, it seems like there occurred a transference of fear. "He" seems to be wilting within the confines of the cabin as "She" can now run around the woods freely. Once "He" moves from the cabin into the forest, "He" encounters an auto-cannibalistic fox who utters,

"Chaos reigns."

With this image, the third chapter entitled "Despair (Gynocide)" begins and "He" discovers the attic above the cabin where his wife has been collecting data for her book. There he notices The Three Beggars (Grief/The Deer, Pain/The Fox, and Despair/The Crow), a constellation which is tacked amongst the images of tortured and mistreated women. Along with the visual component of the book, there is the wife's writing; which begins as pages of concrete sentences/thoughts and eventually deteriorates as "He" continues to flip through the pages.

When confronting his wife "He" personifies "Nature" and confronts his wife and reveals that nature is not only what is outside, but what is within; the human nature of all human beings. But what changes the story completely is the notion that despite years of research, "She" changes her thesis to reflect the idea that women do not control their bodies, nature does.

In this chapter, you see the wife going out to nature for a sexual thrill that she does not seem to receive from her husband. "He", at this point, also seems to think he understands what "She" fears the most, but while trying to think of the solution, Gainsbourg's character interrupts her husband with violence and sex. But unlike the previous times, the violence escalates before climax as "She" utilizes a plank to hit her husband's genitals and knock him out. "She" does not stop though, and drills a weight onto her husband's leg. Human nature in it's truest form seems to reign as "He" hides from grief-stricken and violent wife within nature as she angrily searches for him. Here, in his hiding spot, "He" meets the final beggar who reveals his position.

The final chapter, entitled "The Three Beggars", shows a shift within the wife who is waiting for the appearance of The Three Beggars in order to kill her husband. Here begins the deterioration of 'woman' as she personifies every lie that 16th century men believed about women including the notion that a 'crying woman is a scheming woman'. When she remembers her son's death for the final time, a pair of scissors play a crucial role in a genital mutilation scene which mirrors the punishment of women of the past. The destruction of 'woman' once again comes into play when nature now seems to mimic the wife rather than the other way around (as we had previously seen in the film). Here nature seems to dissect the wife as eyes, hands, neck, chest, and lips as "He" takes it upon himself to eliminate the "Bad Mother" and rise above nature (specifically the destructive human nature within his wife).

Although we see remnants of women past, it is not until the Epilogue (which is once again highlighted in black and white), that we see the faceless, 'dissected' women who were once a part of the forest rise from the ground and surround Defoe's character and the three beggars.
[Spoilers End]

While yes, I agree with various reviews that this film does bring up misogyny, I do not believe it was the only idea von Trier wanted to explore. Rather, we see an exploration of psychology and mental ailments/illnesses such as anxiety, P.T.S.D. and depression which permeate throughout the text. Likewise, the question of where evil comes from becomes a huge factor not only within the relationship of the two characters in the film, but also the relationship between the characters and 'Eden'.

Furthermore, I could not help but to think of Charlotter Perkins Gillman's The Yellow Wallpaper as we see the change of husband/wife to therapist/patient, the deterioration of language, and the eventual animalistic retreat of the women within both texts.

So while, von Trier has a reputation of not treating his actresses in the best way, there is no need to automatically dismiss the film. When it is released, watch the film and make your own opinions. While von Trier does give you the clues to this mystery, it is up to each one of us to form our own thoughts and meaning. I do not think it is either feminist or misogynist, good or bad. It is a film that you can study. One can you see yourself as being a part of and one that you cannot. It is a film that warrants discussion. And after all, isn't that want you would want your film to do?

*Check out other reviews courtesy of Bitch Flick's Antichrist Roundup
Images courtesy of GoogleImages

The 20s = Puberty for the Mind

2009-10-05T22:47:00.000-07:00

I thought the teen years were awkward, but it seems like puberty has an equally blundering and self-conscious sibling known as the 20s.

Rather than growth spurts, hair in new places, and manic sexual urges you have new ideas about the world, self-reflection and a never-ending quest to find our destined path/job/lover/life and I find this new stage scarier than when my chest first appeared.

Your previous institution has kicked your behind out of their pearly-gated, green-grass-growing 'safe zone', degree in hand, and now you're in the real world my friend.

While in school, you were either one of two things: a hippie-dream-following-liberal-arts-geek or a suit-wearing-shades-of-grey-right-or-wrong-practical-degree-follower. If you were the latter, you are probably behind a cubicle somewhere, enjoying the cash flow but hating yourself for pursuing that business degree. Let's leave you 'colors-within-the-lines' folk aside. I want to talk about my liberal arts, hippie brethren and sistren (and yes, that is the female equivalent).

If you decided to follow your dreams, I feel you. The job market sucks and the writers at Avenue Q hit the nail on the head with the question, "What can you do with a B.A. in English?" Nothing apparently. So you move back home to save money, see your dreams fluttering by when you couldn't afford your ivy-league dream schools and think three little letters to yourself:

WTF.

So four years of working your butt off momentarily flickers in your mind as a waste; since those As in your portfolio aren't looking like anything concrete. No worries you think. You always etched in 300 back-up plans in your monthly planner. But those red ink x's you scratch above your original plans bring you down.

Sure, maybe life did not quite plan out the way you had hoped, but if you are anything like me, the surprises are what it is about. Yeah puberty had the mystery of training bras and maxi pads, but the 20s has a lifetime of surprises to begin to unravel.

Image source: via Google

'Women Take Charge' (But While On Their Knees)

2009-10-04T02:01:00.000-07:00

I have to admit, I had the idea after watching "The Dish" with Danielle Fishell. I just feel like it needed a little more scrutiny.

Tagline: "The Women Take Charge!"

What the photo shows: Two TV forensic women (known for kicking crime butt) holding a pair of tweezers and a camera while on the floor.

Sure, sex sells, but are you serious? The photograph completely contradicts and undermines the title. I'm trying to figure out exactly what the photographer and the photography director were going for here. Women can kick butt in their jobs, but they'll always be in the right position for the men in their lives. Just the way Marg Helgenberger (the woman in the green) is positioned is highly suggestive. And let's not forget the shag carpet in the background.

You're on my radar, TV Guide.

Conservative CA's New Target: Women

2009-09-30T18:50:00.000-07:00

Conservative California, you screwed with us once with the passing of Proposition 8 (and as you know we're still fighting). And now it seems like you are slithering your way through political jargon to define 'person', ban abortion, and inherently de-humanize women with this California 'Personhood' Amendment.

According to the Los Angeles Times article entitled, "A new push to define 'person,' and to outlaw abortion in the process", Robin Abcarian explains,

"Abortion foes, tired of a profusion of laws that limit but do not abolish abortion, are trying to answer the question in a way that they hope could put an end to legalized abortion.

Across the country, they have revived efforts to amend state constitutions to declare that personhood -- and all rights accorded human beings -- begins at conception.

From Florida to California, abortion foes are gathering signatures, pressing state legislators and raising money to put personhood measures on ballots next year."

So fellow women-folk, we are merely 'vessels' according to these folks. 'Vessels' that carry these little beings that are, according to these abortion foes, worth more than the well-being of the mother. They don't care if the life of this thing inside your womb might threaten your own life if it is born or if the fetus is a result of you being brutally raped by your father. They don't care. You are simply meant to 'do your duty' and carry it out.

And if you think it just ends at the fertilized egg = human being thing, you're wrong.

"Critics deride the effort as the "egg-as-person" movement and say it threatens in vitro fertilization; some kinds of birth control, including IUDs and pills; and stem cell research. They say that Americans will reject it as a government intrusion into their privacy."

So it is possible that you can forget about taking your birth control, because it might as well be banned.

"It's so extreme it could literally outlaw IUDs and birth control pills," said Katherine Spillar, executive vice president of the Feminist Majority Foundation.

Yeah. It's pretty goddamn severe if you ask me. Gosh, we are people too. And what bothers me the most is the fact that the majority of the people who support this measure (and many similar movements) are men. Men who will most likely never have a vagina. Men* of whom 100% will never be pregnant and therefore 100% of whom will never have an abortion. You have no right to make any decisions on my body if you will not be able to experience anything I have or will.

Conservative CA, I don't care if you are coming with your NRA-sanctioned guns a-blazing, I know I won't be the only one protecting my right to choose.

So here's a big F.U. from me to you.

Image source: stcok.xchng
*Cis men

When Fame Gets in the Way of Culpability

2009-09-29T03:54:00.000-07:00

Roman Polanski is a rapist. I want to make it clear that this is something he has admitted to and that this dirty laundry has been airing out for 32 years. Years that he was 'exiled' across Europe making films and inevitably wiping away the memory of this sordid event with his fame.

Sure, as a person who lives and breathes film, I can understand the difficulty of separating the emotional magnetism one can have for Rosemary's Baby or The Pianist and that of the man behind the camera; but it has to happen. This is a rapist. A rapist who has pled guilty to unlawful sex with a minor. And I don't care whether he made the most beautiful film in the world or if he is my local grocer. And it shouldn't matter to the rest of the world either. But like any public (and especially high profile) sexual assault/rape/domestic violence case, there is a slew of victim blaming--and in this case, decades of it.

Let's forget some important aspects of this case: the fact that she was 13 years old, the fact that she was drugged on champagne and Quaaludes on the night of the incident, or even the possibility that her mother somehow made her daughter act, dress and seem older (which shouldn't matter to begin with, but let's continue). Samantha Geimer said No that night to everything that was being done to her and Polanski did not stop. Let's emphasize: she said no and he continued. This last sentence seems to be something that the media has been forgetting.

There seems to be hundreds of articles essentially protesting the Polanski's arrest because he has 'suffered enough' with his inability to enter the U.S. or the U.K, was made to run at any sight of the authorities, and the saddening thought that he couldn't receive his Oscar in person (gasp). And one of the most ludicrous articles by Peter Bradshaw of the Guardian entitled, "Polanski's arrest takes me back to Hollywood Babylon", essentially seems to point out that Polanski's actions were commonplace and therefore not that big a deal. Bradshaw explains,

"Nonetheless, Roman Polanski's case in 1977 surely has to be the high-water mark of Hollywood Babylon: an abysmally shaming offence – sexually molesting a 13-year-old girl who had been plied with champagne and Quaaludes – for which Polanski effectively forfeited the public sympathy he'd earned after his wife Sharon Tate was murdered in 1969 by the Charles Manson gang.
Since then, the woman involved has settled a private suit with Roman Polanski and expressed forgiveness; Polanski's lawyers have for their part suggested that his original trial was in any case flawed and, until Saturday's sensational arrest, it had been assumed that there was no enthusiasm in the United States for raking up the case."

First off Mr. Bradshaw, I'm pretty sure unwanted penetration automatically means rape not just molestation. Second, sure Polanski was shown mercy by the public because of his wife's brutal murder, but that should not automatically wipe this man's slate. It definitely shouldn't matter that the victim was also sorry for his loss--one case has nothing to do with the other. And lastly, I'm pretty sure that enthusiasm shouldn't measure the need or the right to have this case called before court. (Oh and if you decide to read the article, notice how Bradshaw seems to go on a tangent and essentially makes us forget the central issue at hand).

This case, much like many of the famous cases that have been in the media lately (ex: Mackenzie Phillips), seems to have far too much victim blaming/bashing and not enough emphasis placed upon the perpetrator. People need to realize that one's profession should determine the amount of judicial lenience given. And in a way, the manner in which Samantha is being treated and essentially crucified only goes to show why so many women are afraid to come forth. We twist something that is completely obvious, such as Polanski's statutory rape, and turn it into a 'let's see how flawed the victim is' or completely blanket the case with the criminal's fame/profession/great traits. And after 32 years, no matter if the victim has forgiven Polanski, justice need to occur. If not, any rapist can just backpack through Europe for a couple decades and get away with it.

*Image sources: Google Images

New Bud Light Lime Commercial: Sexism & a Splash of Homophobia

2009-09-27T19:23:00.000-07:00

What happens when you mix an anal sex euphemism with shots of hot women laying around the pool or coming out of the shower and a few 'comedic' lines of men getting it in the can? A great commercial for the new Bud Light with Lime, of course!
Just see for yourself.

Let's begin by pulling out everything that leaves a bitter taste in my mouth:
-Young, attractive women talking about past and future times where they have and will get it in the can
-Older/married women who have newly been inducted into getting it in the can and how 'wrong' they were for refusing before
-Creepy bartender giving it to everyone in the can (it invokes the issue of consent but not sure if I'm reading too much into it)
-Middle aged man in a low lit/abandoned area with a stern look in his eye asking, "Who told you I like it in the can?"
-Another middle aged man talking about how one thing led to another and there he was getting in the can and then hanging his head and taking it out on a golf ball?!

I'm not sure if the people who made this commercial decided to skip the step where you show the commercial to different focus groups and utilize their feedback to tweak or scrap the project, but I don't think they cared. And who is the demographic for the commercial? Women? Nope. Gay men? Doubt it since anal sex is used a punch line when the male actors deliver that gem of a line. The only people I can see laughing at this is the Judd Apatow-bromance generation who gets a kick out of putting down other groups to get a laugh.

I'm all for sexual innuendos and great punch-lines for selling a product, but this just makes me want to gouge my eyes out. Try again Bud Light. Try again.

Mini Makeover

2009-09-26T03:52:00.000-07:00

'I can do better', I thought to myself today while sipping on some Sleepy Time Tea from my favorite tea cup. So I am unveiling a little makeover for my new digital notebook. I spend and will spend so much time on this silent friend that I wanted to give it a bit of jolt. I used to be an HTML expert so long ago. But today, I just know how to edit. So I tick tick ticked my night away and now she is out on the town with a new skin and an imaginary set of red stiletto heels.

A cleaner, 2.0 version of Celluloid Geek.
Enjoy.

Midweek Hump Treat: Tumblr[s] of Inspiration

2009-09-24T01:19:00.001-07:00

This week's hump-treat will be a little lovin' for a few tumblr[s] that are simply amazing and that YOU can be a part of too!

ThisisWhataFeministLooksLike - According to the creator, The Undomestic Goddess,

"The aim of this project is to put a "face" on today's feminism, and that it's not the scary, bra-burning, feminazi that so many people (still!) believe."

I'm already a part of this amazing project and I think you should be too. Oh and while you're at it, check out her blog for some amazing posts!

Feminism is for Lovers - Love feminism + DIY + Stickers? Well this is the tumblr for you! Show your Feminist/Equality/Loving side with Feminism is for Lovers. Email these creative folks and receive up to 5 stickers. Your mission: post these up in places that are highly visible--whether it be your bike, a community board or a window and snap a picture! So go on, email them!

The Manfattan Project -According to the creator, the reasoning behind The Manfattan Project is that

"fat bodies are largely excluded from the fashion world, and from the world at large. They are not seen as beautiful or useful or aesthetically pleasing. [The Manfattan Project] wants to challenge these assumptions, and challenge the world to see fat, fat bodies, and fat people in a new way."

I'm excited that this is a website portraying plus sized women as something other than a schtick or the butt (no pun intended) of a joke. Hell, we can be sexy too! Now, if only they weren't limited to NY!

These three are great social projects and I can't wait to see them grow! Take a peek and let me know of more awesome projects around the web.

Volunteering, The New Job Market?

2009-09-22T18:23:00.001-07:00

According to the Employment Situation Summary provided by the Bureau of Labor Statistics,

In August, the number of unemployed persons increased by 466,000 to 14.9 million, and the unemployment rate rose by 0.3 percentage point to 9.7 percent.

So it is no doubt that many of us are jobless or slightly on the broke side or have possibly moved back home in with the family. At least that is what the current job market has given me the opportunity to do--and I know I'm not the only one.

Since the job market and endless hours of concocting letters of interest and spicing up my C.V. have led me to nada, I've been looking into volunteering. After all, I can gain new skills and prepare myself for the future. And surprisingly, it is harder than it used to be.

In high school, it was a graduation requirement to do some community service as a way to give back and show the community our appreciation. I remember various phone calls and working with those organizations in a matter of a few days. And now it seems just as difficult or even harder to volunteer!

Positions in hospitals for example, that used to be given out to 16 year olds now requires a B.A. and a two year minimum commitment! I just want to help out, can't I just help? Nope, it can't be that easy. Or at least that's what I believed until luckily, a few days ago, my dad reminded me of an organization I volunteered for when I was in High School shortly before I graduated.

But with the hundreds of postings on websites like Idealist.org and VolunteerMatch I thought it would be easier. I guess with tough economic times, people are realizing it is time to help each other out. Or at least I'm hoping that's the reason behind it...

Language, a nun, and a yellow hat

2009-09-21T13:57:00.000-07:00

"That's all there is and there isn't any more."

I was talking to my mom this weekend about my aspirations during Emmy commercial breaks last night and I figured out one of the roots for my love of literature, feminism, and France neatly wrapped up in a tiny package: Madeline by Ludwig Bemelmans.

Let me begin by giving you an insight into my childhood. In one word: bookworm. I was surrounded by books or characters from children's stories on the walls/furniture. I loathed Barbies; mostly because they didn't look like me thus leading to the addition of 'body art' and crazy hair cuts in anger. When my grandmother gave me the Madeline doll though, I was intrigued. She looked different. No blonde hair, no long legs, no boobs. I liked her. I wanted her cherry colored hair, her crisp blue jumper, and her white gloves.

And then my grandmother introduced me to the books. I was hooked. There was a warm environment, a sense of adventure, suspense and a new world. This was the moment I realized that the world was bigger than my neighborhood. The Eiffel Tower, the Paris Zoo, and the Louvre seemed to draw me into a new book, a new adventure, and a new lesson from Madeline. And Madeline was, no doubt, my inspiration for finding my own voice and strength against any Pepito or Lord Cucuface who may appear to threaten my own happy tale.

Yes, Madeline, with her lavish ideas and her yellow hat, were the ones who introduced me to the addictive quality of literature. An addiction that was increased and reinforced when I began studying French. Although I hadn't really realized that this one character in literature was the seed that would soon grow into an intellectual passion. And it wouldn't have been possible without my own Miss Clavel, my grandmother, who reigned me in when in her care and yet always inspired me to want more.

To everyone out there who reads this: what was your first exposure to your passion? A parent, a neighbor, Lucille Ball? Let me know.

Photo Filler: Learning Edition

2009-09-17T08:50:00.000-07:00

Been sort of AWOL because I've been applying to jobs, searching for volunteer opportunities around my community and browsing around for some language classes. Therefore my MacBook has been my best friend.

As of today, I begin Italian classes because not only have I been missing the whole studying/procrastinating a large paper/staying awake for like a week to write thing... but I also like learning new things! So, sorry for my lack of blogging. But here is a photo filler! Woo. Enjoy.

Let Me Share A Secret...

2009-09-15T12:46:00.001-07:00

I sing in the car. I do. I LOVE it. It's something I used to do to practice my choir music when I was younger and in a Church choir (oh how times change) and it's just something that has stuck. My voice is not nearly as pretty as it used to be, seriously! But I am just addicted.

I love singing with friends, especially when we're rocking fake microphones. But I especially love belting a songwhen I'm alone in my car--windows down of course. And when I used to drive 6 hours or so to and from school and home during the various holiday seasons, I would prepare mood CDs and just sing!

One of my favorite moments happened last summer when I took an impromptu weekend getaway home after a tough work week. I got in my car, attached my neon orange iPod and rolled down the windows so I could smell the different aromas of California waft in as I drove up the 5. I got three quarters of the way when I noticed a rusted kelly-green car artfully donned with hippie stickers that I had noticed about twenty or so minutes away. This romantically vintage car came with a scruffy-bearded, free spirited, dirty blonde guy who was also singing his way up the same freeway. At first, I was double thinking this whole singing loudly thing, but this funny stranger was doing the same. Rather than singing to some Aretha Franklin, he was singing to the Beatles. And for the next hour or so we kept each other company, singing our songs and occasionally smiling and laughing at the coincidence. I came to my exit and waved goodbye as he continued to his own destination, but it was good to see someone, especially a stranger, share this quirk.

Last night though, I came across someone who found my singing as a sign for something else. I got in my car after a trip to Target for wine (it's the recession and two buck chuck remains cheap at Target) and was welcomed by Meaghan Smith's "Here Comes Your Man". Of course, I immediately began to sing aimlessly and then noticed a car that pulled up beside me. I mentally pushed it aside as I continued to warm up the car and finish the song. I heard some disturbing things next to me and what I assume to be grunting, so I put some country music on and revved off. The car and the creepy guy within attempted to follow me home, but being an L.A. driver, I took crazy shortcuts and escaped. But honestly, what the heck? I didn't even pay you a glance and there is no need for all the theatrics. Most of the time, I'm told, I don't even look approachable when I'm by myself--something many people tell me once they get the courage to talk to me (haha)!

It's funny because both incidents involve similar actions and yet they are taken in completely different ways. The negative one did remind me of one of my favorite Eve Ensler monologues that is a part of The Vagina Monologues, "My Short Skirt"*. And like that monologue, I want you to know that the singing is not for you--it's for me.

*My Short Skirt, by Eve Ensler

It is not an invitation
a provocation
an indication
that I want it
or give it
or that I hook.

My short skirt
is not begging for it
it does not want you
to rip it off me
or pull it down.

My short skirt
is not a legal reason
for raping me
although it has been before
it will not hold up
in the new court.

My short skirt, believe it or not
has nothing to do with you.

My short skirt
is about discovering
the power of my lower calves
about cool autumn air traveling
up my inner thighs
about allowing everything I see
or pass or feel to live inside.

My short skirt is not proof
that I am stupid
or undecided
or a malleable little girl.

My short skirt is my defiance
I will not let you make me afraid
My short skirt is not showing off
this is who I am
before you made me cover it
or tone it down.
Get used to it.

My short skirt is happiness
I can feel myself on the ground.
I am here. I am hot.

My short skirt is a liberation
flag in the women's army
I declare these streets, any streets
my vagina's country.

My short skirt
is turquoise water
with swimming colored fish
a summer festival
in the starry dark
a bird calling
a train arriving in a foreign town
my short skirt is a wild spin
a full breath
a tango dip
my short skirt is
initiation
appreciation
excitation.

But mainly my short skirt
and everything under it
is Mine.
Mine.
Mine.

Meltdowns, A Canadian Squirrel & A Diva: Celebrities Go Crazy

2009-09-14T10:08:00.001-07:00

Having gown up in Los Angeles, and my grandparents having lived next to celebrities when I was younger, I tend not to think of celebrities, specifically actors and singers, as much more than artists with a large paycheck. And sometimes these artists come with a large ego, something my sister and I realized when we were younger and just happened to be walking our grandparents' golden retriever past this celebrity family washing their car. We got a stare down and got 'shooed' out of their area. Little did they know that we lived next door and we were just more Latino than my grandparents. This has lead me to avoid most of the blockbusters these people are in--but I digress.

So this week, the world was a witness to a bunch of crazy antics. Many human, but some just plain ridiculous.

The first spotlight goes to Serena Williams. While playing in the U.S. open against Kim Clijsters, Serena was first called after slamming and breaking her racket against the ground, but this was nothing compared to the foot fault call that occurred while serving to stay in the match at 5-6. This fault is a 'double fault' which in turn gave Clijsters the match point thus leading to Serena's angry response. When discussing her violations, it seemed as if there was a miscommunication occurring between both parties, and thus leading to Serena's meltdown and a slew of expletives began to flood the court.

I don't blame her--and anyone who has even slightly been involved in sports or any sort of competition realizes that this happens. Sure it was the wrong time, but I've done this. Sometimes things don't work out, whether it be because of a bad call or something you did. So, Serena, this momentary crazy is ok. You haven't done it before and this time, the anger got the best of you. Just take a step back and keep it together next time because you know you'll bring it next time. Plus, you took your time and apologized, which shows us your character.

You can see the incident for yourself here if your local news station hasn't badgered it to death.

The next incident goes to Joe Wilson (R. South Carolina), yes a politician, but in this society, a quasi-celebrity thanks, in part to the support of his constituents and the media. His hometown fame grew to infamy last Wednesday when President Obama was giving his health care speech. When Obama was discussing some misconceptions about illegal immigrants and the health care reform, Wilson did not waste a second to hesitate and yelled out the infamous phrase, "You lie!".

While I enjoy that our government isn't a 'one vision, one voice' entity, this was not the time to show your displeasure. It was not the time, not the place. And in no way should you be throwing down a 'hey you' point from across the playground. It's the Congress for Pete's sake, have some respect. If not for the location, for the sake of tradition and decorum.

Check it out here if you want to see the pointing and Joe Biden's killer stink eye from behind Obama!

And last but not least goes to the man, who to me, seems to pop up at the most inopportune times like the picture-stealing Canadian squirrel, Mr. Kanye West. Although I have not watched the VMAs since I was in high school, Twitter, Facebook, and the television was a buzz with Kanye West. After doing a bit of investigation, I was directed to a YouTube video (many of which were already swiped up and shut down by Viacom). In this clip, Taylor Swift came up to accept her award for 'Best Female Video' and was quickly shut down by Kanye West snagging her mic (after only 25 seconds of having won). He promptly upstaged and crapped all over this young artist's moment. To Kanye, Beyonce should have won because it was 'one of the best videos of the year', but this was not the time. Every time I see the picture of Kayne & Swift, you see a guy usurping an accomplishment and turning into dirt. Honestly Kanye, no one cares about your agenda. The whole 'Bush hates Black people' was half accepted because we were a country in peril, but for an award, that in reality means the world to one person you shouldn't have. I'm not going to link to this one because I really don't think this guy needs more press. But applause to Taylor for showing wisdom beyond her years and squashing this whole incident rather than creating more drama. You go girl.

Oh and bonus crazy: Lil' Mama & Jay-Z/Alicia Keys performance. I'm honestly just in the air about what happened and why she would sort of blend in to the ending of this performance. Is it attention? Boredom? Who knows. But check this out here.

Yeah celebrities are human, but don't think that since you have a few cameras on you, you can publicize your agenda and disregard other people's emotions or social order. After all, your time in the spotlight is based on other people's opinions of you and there is no doubt people can turn on you like that!

*Photo credit: stock.xchng and e!online

Race, Identity, and A Sweaty Downtown Club

2009-09-11T14:30:00.000-07:00

Last night, one of my best friends from high school invited me to go dancing with her friends and you know I was all for it. I met a ton of really funny and intelligent people and got to experience the Downtown L.A. nightlife which can only be described as a melting pot of scene kids, salsa dancers, hipsters, reggae lovers and so much more in one crammed and convenient area.

After dancing and taking breaks here and there to talk about life, we decided to leave to grab a bite. Before we left though, a relatively young girl walked into the bar and uttered in disgust,

"Gosh, I feel like a sweaty Mexican worker in here; it's so hot".

Excuse me? Did she really just say that? I, fortunately, only heard the last half of this statement and was told the complete quote by one of the people in my group once we left. It was fortunate for the girl because I would have turned around and had to react. And there is no way I couldn't have reacted in anger.

I, myself, am not of Mexican decent, but I find that statement highly offensive as a Latina woman. First of all, the setting of this bar was relatively close to the Placita Olvera/Olvera Street, which is one of the oldest parts of Los Angeles and a sort of Mecca for Latinos in L.A. Second, this bar has a Mexican theme complete with flags and traditional art on the wall. And third, I'd bet my right hand that 80% of the people who were there that night had at least a little Latino/Hispanic in them. I do not know how one would think to make such a racially loaded statement in general, but especially in this particular bar.

There is no way that in 2009, we should still be thinking this way. Isn't it about time that we got our stuff straight and realize that although we may be different, we're all inherently equal? And what makes you feel that you are superior to me (or to those 'Mexican workers')? It's true that sticks and stones will break your bones, but sometimes words can really hurt you.

Aaaah 'Gleek' Out!: Fox's "Glee" is Back

2009-09-09T21:26:00.000-07:00

Last night was the anticipated second episode of Fox's "Glee", which until then, had audiences scrambling to find ways to deal as a result of the summer teaser episode in May. And as far as I'm concerned, it was nothing less than spectacular.

If you haven't been hooked on the catchy music or choreography yet, "Glee" mixes the glitz and heart-wrenching honesty of musical theatre, with the struggles of high school politics found in Alexander Payne's 1999 indie flick, "Election". Of course the high school stereotypes run the gamut from the scheming cheerleader with the need to maintain social order to the unappreciated but dependable liberal arts teacher. But what makes "Glee" interesting is the way the show and the writers are handling the typical high school struggles: through the eyes of the underdogs and with a great melody (and a sprinkle here or there of comedy).

With musical theatre hotshot Matthew Morrison (Mr. Shue) and comedy genius Jane Lynch (Coach Sylvester) leading a great group of young actors, there is no way this show can go wrong. But don't think you're only here to hear catchy tunes and to bust a seam whenever Coach Sylvester lashes out a clever one-liner as she tries to shut down the Glee club. And this includes one of my favorite lines of the night given after the club performs Salt n Pepa's "Push It",

"That was the most offensive thing I've seen in 20 years of teaching--and that includes an elementary school production of Hair".

No. The writers are actually tackling some really tough issues such as abstinence, sexuality, and financial struggles and weaving them into the lives of each and every one of these characters.

There's heartbreak, there's discovery, and there's revolution brooding under each second of music and dialogue. So if you enjoy musical theatre but are too poor to enjoy it live or even if you're a new soul who is looking for something new, "Glee" is definitely something you should check out. I know I'm using it to remember my college musical theatre days and I'm sure you can find your inner Gleek as well.

2005 v. 2009

2009-09-09T03:35:00.000-07:00

She was 18 and starting school six long, freedom-laden hours away. She moved away from her family and friends but made connections quickly. She had her own room and the freedom to be herself. She wasn't shy, but she was careful with those around her. Her walls crumbled away soon.

She prepared for the world of Psychology, but found the literary world. Her room was filled with novels, notebooks, and pens. She studied hard, but managed to have some fun on the side.

She danced, she dated, she fell a couple times. She managed to get up and straighten herself for future tumbles.

She was a jokester, an artist, and a thinker. And she was prepared for what was to come.

------------------------------------------------------------

She is 22 and understanding how to deal without school. She moved back in with her quirky family and finding it hard to make new connections. She is back to her old room, but prefers sleeping next to her books in the living room. She is both reserved and forthcoming and trying to keep those walls down.

She prepared to make a choice after graduation and chose the eccentric route. Her room is filled with luggage yet to be unpacked and boxes filled to the brim with office supplies to be used. She writes a lot, but is trying to connect with others in similar predicaments.

She's dancing again, but no dating. She's waiting for more opportunities to fall and learn in the process.

She's still a jokester, an artist, and a thinker. But this time, she's waiting for the new adventure in her life to begin.

"Whip It": Drew Barrymore's Cinematic Anthem

2009-09-07T20:31:00.000-07:00

Between waiting for a certain letter which will determine the next couple years of my life and catching up on my reading, I came across a complete and utter gem.

Drew Barrymore makes her directorial debut with "Whip It", a story of Belle (Ellen Page), a young ex-beauty pageant contestant, who finds her niche in a roller-derby team to the surprise of her overbearing mother. Leaving the pageant gowns behind, Belle finds a new voice and discovers the wonders of the circuit with the help of Malice in Wonderland (Kristen Wiig).

As someone who spent her 'rebellious' years in the middle of dusty, sweaty mosh pits, I immediately identified with this movie. During those years (and still today) I listened to alternative/punk music, wore clothes that weren't really mainstream and I really went against what most of my classmates were doing.

I see myself in Belle and I think a lot of girls and women will too. It definitely deviates from the typical (and at times, veiled) princess love story which is marketed to girls and women of all ages and shows another reality. But what I'm most excited about are the lines the stick out within the movie. The prime example being the poster's tagline and the line of script that is delivered when Belle meets the 'Tribe' for the first time, "Be your own hero". It's putting the power in the hands of the main character rather than having her waiting around for some sort of salvation.

From the filming technique/mise en scene which seems to juxtapose the grungy with the pristine to the music selection, I am just biting my nails to see if this film delivers the feminist/indie flair I enjoy in films. I can only hope. Until then, enjoy the trailer and let me know what you think of it!

Did That Get You Off? [Part Two]

2009-09-05T19:32:00.000-07:00

Friends of friends are an

interesting group of people. You don't know these people before you are introduced and until then, all you have are one person's view of them and in this case, rumors you heard in college.

This weekend, I was introduced to someone who went to my university, but I didn't know personally. I'd seen her around, but only knew really iffy things that could probably make for a good reality show.

You may recall that last week, I visited that nameless but gendered lesbian bar with a couple of visiting friends. Well, we went again this week since they extended their trip, but that was nothing in comparison to what happened before at this friend of a friend's house.

This friend of friend (we can call her 'S'), despite all the awful rumors, was a really cool chick. She did have her past, which she doesn't deny, but she was really nice and upbeat and is now in her self-proclaimed grandpa stage of life where she's trying to find a good job and keep the fun clean. S invited us over before going out to chat and enjoy some drinks, which were cheaper than the $12+ drinks available at the bar, but our fears of meeting 'S' were nothing in comparison to the other people we met at her place.

As soon as we walked though the door, an older man creepily popped out of a dark and shrouded partition in the middle of the room. My friends and I were a bit freaked but greeted the guy politely. We were introduced to roommate number two en route to 'S's' room. After adequately and quickly assessing our chests (yeah I noticed), he busted a cheesy grin and introduced himself as the second roommate. We gave each other a look and continued on the tour of the place.

Each roommate returned to their own business and it wasn't until we began to drink and talk about college and life after, that these two characters returned. The key conversation that brought them (and their neighbor) around was our discussion of last week's bar experience. Our conversation was interjected with, "Wait so you guys are what, bisexual? Lesbian? Straight?". We nodded and each responded with our own personal sexual preference. "That's hot," the 20-something y/o neighbor who reeked of ganja replied, while roommate #1, a 45+ y/o comedian, seemed like he was mentally stripping us down to our skivies (*shiver*). "I can understand that in girls, but it's just gross for guys". All four of us girls looked at each other and stopped.

just began to try to shut down his stupid double standard and the many reasons why he shouldn't be ignorant to LGBT issues until he bolted. I can only imagine he was sick of us shoving his idiocy in his face and left. And this was after proclaiming his personal orgy fantasy with all of us and his education from us that lesbians don't elect themselves to be either 'the man' or 'the woman' in a relationship. Yeah.

Then began a conversation spear-headed by roommate #1. "Ok, so when I'm in a relationship. I'm in it" he began, slightly slurring his words and closing his eyes as if trying to find a way to say the following correctly, "but if the woman I'm with were also interested in having another woman that would be heaven". My friends answered that statement with blank stares, but I was following him. Having wanted to be a sex therapist for a good portion of my life, polyamory was something I was aware of. The disturbing part came when he was trying to explain this need to my friends. "You know it is like cake" he began in a stream of consciousness sort of way, "sometimes you want chocolate, but sometimes you want vanilla and chocolate...". I stopped him right there when I began to laugh. A laugh that both comes with being uncomfortable and feeling sorry for this guy because he's trying to explain something and it is coming out in a completely ludicrous (and slightly sexist) way.

"You're polyamorous, dude". Now his face was blank. "You are in like/love/lust with two women at the same time and therefore in an intimate relationship with more than one woman at the same time. A three-way relationship of sorts". "Yeah, exactly" he cheers. I was surprised. Not at his attraction to polyamorous relationships, but at the way he was completely unaware of what he was a part. I was bemused. This guy was talking about traveling to various companies as some sort of business savant when he was our age and now he was not only 'out of touch', but on par with the neighbor who had some sort of unusual fantasy of what all lesbian relationships are like and the idea of promiscuity being attached to sexual preference.

Sometimes, I wish there was a way to hold some sort of seminar for people who have these ridiculous notions about the LGBT community and just sexuality in general. Honestly, this was only the tip of the iceberg of the conversation and the inadvertent education that occurred in that apartment building. And just with this conversation, I was more than excited to get out and return to that nameless bar because at least there, I knew what I was going to encounter.

*Comics courtesy of NatalieDee.com

Film & Food Friday: Spicy Herb Salmon & White Rice 'Lolita'

2009-09-04T00:17:00.002-07:00

When I was a newbie RA a couple of years ago, I would have a Film & Food Friday 'traditional program' in my Residence Hall because come on, how can you beat connecting with residents with a movie and some food. And that lead me to thinking, why can't I do something like that here? So each week I'll take a couple of pretty simple ingredients and pair them up with a movie and give you a little bit of my reasoning behind doing so.

The first FFF (Film & Food Friday) goes to:

Stanley Kubrick's "Lolita" (1962) and Spicy Herb Salmon & White Rice Lolita

Kubrick's "Lolita" is a film based on Vladimir Nabokov's novel about a middle aged man who is completely infatuated and eventually consummates his relationship with a young girl named Dolores Haze. This is a story which revolves around the themes of sexuality, the duality of possession/obsession, the evolution/dissolution of the psyche and independence (among many others) especially within the relationship of the two main characters, Dolores and Humbert. And not to mention the many feminist angles one can take with this film (and novel)!!

Kubrick, known for his immense detail to the mise en scene and to his characters, takes Nabokov's novel and immediately throws the audience into a twisted story of a man's obsession. Much like Lolita, the herbs and spices, are really the focus of the dish. These ingredients are cleverly in charge despite being only 'secondary' to everything else on the plate. So if you're ready to watch a film that was really revolutionary for it's time, sit on down and grab a plate-full, because this film (and this dish) will remain in your brain for far past the credits.

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Ingredients:

-1 large Salmon Fillet

-Dill

-Thyme

-Garlic

-Shallots (minced)

-S&P

-Can't Believe It's Not Butter *

-Habanero pepper (1/2 only)**

-White Rice

I'm very much a 'feeling' based cook. I have my basic 'instructions' and make family meals around tasting the ingredients first. So, I'll give you the basics and let you experiment on your personal tastes! It's more fun that way.

Bare Bone Instructions:

-Preheat oven to 350 degrees

-In a food processor or 'low' in a blender, mix the herbs, Can't Believe It's Not Butter, Shallots, and half of the Habanero pepper.

-Rub this mixture into your salmon (and be careful to wash your hands before touching your face/eyes)

-Make a tin foil pouch for your fish and let it cook (in it's juices) for about 30 minutes; when you start smelling the herbs, check on your fish. Temperature can vary on size of fish.

-When done, let it sit for about 5 minutes.

-And as far as the white rice goes: I use a rice cooker (just rice, water, and a pinch of salt). =] Now that's a side dish where I get lazy!

Enjoy your meal and shoot me some comments. =]

*I dislike the taste of butter, so I try to use anything but. If you're a butter fan, simply trade in butter in your personal dish.

**Habanero peppers are REALLY, REALLY spicy. If you are not a big fan of the spice but would still like a little kick, lightly pat the butterflied pepper (no seeds) on your fish but DO NOT include it into your rub.

Midweek Hump Treat: That's Gay

2009-09-02T17:14:00.000-07:00

In honor of the various happy gay-related events occurring, including the fluffier (yet, pretty powerful statement) Ben & Jerry's unveiling of Hubby Hubby ice-cream, this week's Hump Treat is InfoMania's segment "That's Gay".

Much like Sarah Haskins' feminist look at pop culture in"Target Women", Brian Safi uses comedy to poke fun at pop culture and it's treatment of the LGBT community. So sit back and get ready to think and laugh with "That's Gay": Gayngels.

'Aunt Flo' & The Tradition of Shaming Euphemisms...

2009-08-31T20:40:00.001-07:00

Let me begin with a confession: I watch and tolerate cheesy teen shows like Degrassi or True Life of the American Teenager, not because I enjoy their 'spin' on teen life or anything of the like. Nope. I watch it with the knowledge that I will probably get angry at something they've portrayed incorrectly... and I like that (yeah I'm a masochist of sorts). But let's get back to the topic at hand.

While watching True Life of the American Teenager tonight there was the obligatory discussion involving the BIG BAD Mentstrual Cycle. And thus began the tip toe, fire dance around the phrases period and menstrual cycle. Somehow it pissed me off. Why is it so weird to talk about it?

Being prone to a relatively heavy flow, I've had to deal with it from a young age. Sure, I was a bit embarrassed when I'd get a spot or two on my jeans, but I managed, mastered the art of feng shui and made it work. Later, in college, I would warn many of my guy friends/male residents who needed to use my apartment bathroom in an effort to avoid 'frightened faces' of those who maybe would prefer not to see the sign that I'm fertile. But in reality, many of my friends/residents didn't care. They told me to stop freaking out and that it really doesn't matter. So tonight while watching the show, it was surprising and reassuring to see Jack, one of the main characters, handling his girlfriend's cycle with care. What really disturbed me was the way Grace, the girlfriend, handled talking about Aunt Flo. She spurted about a dozen euphemisms as she gripped her lower stomach and finally and quietly revealed that it was her period. Really? You're what? 17, 18 on this show. Come on enough with the tip toeing.

But although it was a bit frustrating, there were a few euphemisms I wasn't aware of so... thus, I give you the list of names to call your menstrual cycle, because if anything, it will make you laugh at the ridiculousness.

The short list of names to call your menstrual cycle:

Arts and crafts week at Panty Camp

Crimson tide, The

Dracula's tea bag

End of sentence

Flying the red flag

Gift, The

Hunt for Red October, The

Mother nature's curse

T.O.M. (Time Of the Month)

Wound of Eve that never heals, The

(courtesy of Starma.com, check them out for even more euphamisms*)

*Oh yeah and notice how most of them have some relation to men, straight sex, or shame

Did That Get You Off?

2009-08-30T22:24:00.000-07:00

This past weekend, a couple of my friends from school (who were also in our university's feminist club) came down to explore the city, hang out and enjoy the L.A. nightlife. Our game plan for the night: check out the sole Lesbian bar, which has a huge reputation across the west coast. This nameless bar was actually pretty fun, but since we were more into dancing than drinking, we realized something: who is actually getting the most out of this bar?

This bar that shall not be named has a reputation of being the west coast 'Coyote Ugly' for women; with barely dressed women climbing on top of the bar and entertaining patrons. The only problem though, is that amongst the sea of women (who associated with all different spectrums of the queer rainbow) were straight men. And no, I'm not mistaking these men with the gay men who were also enjoying the club. These were straight men who were, more often than not, accompanied by their girlfriends, huddled together in small clusters across the bar. The fact that these men were here wasn't the problem though. The problem came every hour when the female bartenders did their five minute 'act'.

These straight men, who on the street you would assume to be the plainest of the plain, would approach and stick money down these gyrating, ice-water drenched bartenders' skirts, pants, bras, et cetera. Sure, one or two gay men and women would come up and give them a dollar, but not like these straight guys. Their was pulling, smacking, and tush grabbing involved (much like a strip club). I, like another girl from our group, was just not feeling this whole vibe. We would move away from the bar and just watch the other people watching. It was just, weird. It wasn't until we left that we realized that our 'feminist spidey senses' were tingling.

Despite all our different sexual orientations, we were all thinking the same thing: good dance floor, weird vibe. We came to the conclusion that despite it being a lesbian bar, it still pandered to men. As one of my friends put it 'those bartenders still gave us the male idea of what a lesbian is not the reality'. And that's true: the women were ridiculously femme, thin figure, and dressed like a school girl/stripper hybrid. We also discovered that none of the bartenders were actually lesbian or even bisexual. They were straight women who looked jaded as they danced to Britney Spears or Pussycat Dolls. They were doing a job and had a face that bordered between bored and uninterested. In no way am I judging these women for being up there (hey a girl's got to do, what a girl's got to do), but it just added to the weirdness.

Overall, it was a shame that despite the huge gay population in this city, there is only one lesbian bar amongst blocks and blocks of gay bars aimed towards men. And it is also a bit sad that this one bar mainly caters to a male fantsy rather than the reality. I guess the only response I have to it is: it's one step forward and two steps back.

The Queen of To-Do Lists: 101 in 1001

2009-08-27T18:58:00.000-07:00

So being a big fan of anything remotely related to 'To-Do' lists and realizing that post-college life is a little 'slow' for my liking, I decided to give myself a challenge. Seeing as the changing of the seasons is upon us, why not try this idea on for size!

The Mission:

Complete 101 preset tasks in a period of 1001 days (approx. 2.75 years).

The Criteria:

Tasks must be specific (i.e. no ambiguity in the wording) with a result that is either measurable or clearly defined. Tasks must also be realistic and represent some amount of work.

Key:

Italics - Haven't started

Bold - In progress

~~Strikethrough - Completed~~

Start date: August 28, 2009

End date: May 25, 2012

Take my mom on a vacation abroad (for at least 5 days)
Go to a drive-in movie
Walk or Run for a Cancer event at least 4 times (i.e. Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure) 0/4
Read 10 novels in French (of at least 200 pages) 0/10
Buy a camcorder
Create a Vlog
Make two more mini documentaries; any subject (at least 10 min. each) 0/2
Stay in touch with the 3 female professors who changed my life in college (at least 2 emails a year) 1/6
Make two more cheesy, low budget films with friends (at least 8 min. each) 0/2
Join CA NOW & Pay Dues
Fill the 'Inspiration Journal' my professor gave me after Graduation
Take a photograph every day of something that inspires me for two months (0/60)
Publish a short story, poem, or any writing in a newspaper, magazine or literary magazine (Online o.k.).
Visit NY
See a Broadway Show
Re-apply to graduate school =]
Apply to at least 10 scholarships 0/10
Complete all two years of the P.C. =]
Read 101 books; any genre (at least 250 pages; may include the French books) 1/101: Persepolis
Sew a complete outfit for myself
Go to a feminist book store
Learn a new language: Italian
Create/recreate 50 of my own recipes & compile them into a book 0/50
Donate 101 things I do not need 101/101; Move out/in day 10/22/09
Host a decade themed party
Bake a Pie from scratch Pumpkin Pie Nov. 2009
Take a baking class
Wear a dress every day for 3 months 1/3 Sept - Nov. 2009
Take part in NaNoWriMo at least 1 time Nov. 2009
Take part in NaBloPoMo at least 1 time
Make a new friend Sean
Drink only water for a month (0/30)
Take an adult dance class
Publish a photo in a professional magazine, exhibit, or website
Print & frame my favorite photos and give to my parents
Create only handmade gifts for family/friends for 1 Christmas (0/1)
Get another tattoo
Finish Pacific T-Shirt Quilt
Go to a Renaissance Fair
Go to the movies alone
Sell ten items on Etsy (0/10)
Take a comedy class
Participate in DeviantArt's Holiday Card Project at least once (0/1)
Participate in Project for Awesome at least once (0/1)
~~Go to an Oktoberfest celebration at least once: Los Angeles Oktoberfest 2009~~
Sleep under the stars
Take my sister out and have a 'sister date'
Volunteer in a place related to my love of film (at least 20 hrs) (0/20)
Go to a Jazz Bar
Go wine tasting
Teach someone else about Film or Photography
Take my each family member's portrait in B/W (0/5)
Have a feminist dinner party November 09
Move out of my parents' place
Go camping
Take a class abroad (no restrictions as far as subject)
Take at least one family member on a cruise
Have a 'Grandma Date' in a different city
Have an all-girls sleepover
Keep/maintain a dream journal for at least 3 months (0/90)
Spend one day focused only on art (photography, film, writing, painting, etc)
Complete my photography project (101 stranger's portraits, no makeup, natural lighting) (0/101)
Make something out of found objects
See a Cirque de Soleil performance
Eat 10 dishes I have not eaten (0/10)
Attend a Gay Pride parade
Write a children's book about a topic I'm passionate about (ex. Feminism)
Take a self-portrait once a day for a year (0/365)
Visit Pacific one more time before I leave
Have a 'Dad date'
Register myself as an organ donor
Don't buy CDs, DVDs, or Books for a year
Write a 'wish list' for DVDs/movies
Study one Director's body of work (ex. Tarantino or Scorcese)
Go to Comic-Con
Do 10 random acts of kindness (0/10)
Have or attend a murder mystery party
Set up automatic payments for the repayment of B.A. student loans
Sing "Maps" by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs at a Karaoke Bar
Visit Canada
Attend a film festival
Submit one of my films to a festival
Buy solar charger for phone/iPod/small electronics
Try 3 Drinks I've never had before (1/3) Yogurt Soyu
Write an erotic novel or series of poems
Have someone buy one of my photographs
Learn how to walk in heels (without pain)
~~Join a Book Club~~ 9/1/09 'Radical Readers & Feminism for Dummies'
Compile a family cookbook (of favorite family recipes)
Eat at the Melting Pot
Publish a chapbook
Explore my family history/explore my family tree
Present something at a conference
Go on a 'Friends Getaway' trip somewhere
Participate in the Breast Cancer 3 Day Walk
Visit the place that is supposed to be haunted
Compile a new 'to read'/'to watch' Film/Book list
Try to expand my 'fashion sense' by imitating fatshionistas
For every task I complete, I save $2 in a savings account
For every task I fail to complete, I will donate $2 to a charity of choice
Write another list once I'm done!

Women's Equality Day and Women On and Off the Screen

2009-08-26T15:11:00.000-07:00

If you haven't heard already, it's Women's Equality Day (and the 89th Anniversary of the 19th Amendment)! But if you have been living in today's world, you know that there's yet to be complete equality between women, men, and everyone in between (*cough* repo rights *cough*).

As a self-professed movie/tv geek, there is no doubt I have picked up feminist & anti-feminist hints from the small screen and silver screen. Here are few of the best and worst representations of women (on and off the screen). Hopefully next year, we'll see great improvements as we, the third wave (and beyond), continue to work towards the better!

The Good

There are two women on the top 5 list of Best Selling authors! J.K. Rowling ranks #1, earning a little over $300 million in 2008 (this does not include her brand or her movie franchise), and Danielle Steele rounds up the top five with $30 Million.*
Feminists are popping up all over the place! From the film Persepolis to Sarah Haskins & her 'Target Women' series to Kat Stratford in the Tv version of Ten Things I Hate About You, feminists are coming out of the woodwork! Way to go!
Politics: Hillary Clinton won more primaries and delegates than any other female candidate in U.S. history in the 2008 U.S. Presidential nomination race. And despite the narrow loss, Hillary Clinton became President Obama's Secretary of State. Sonia Sotomayor became the first Hispanic justice and third female to serve as Associate Justice on the Supreme Court of the United States.

The Bad

Women in film according to Forbes, "Tinseltown's leading ladies may generate more tabloid ink, but when it comes to blockbuster paychecks, Hollywood is still a man's town." In other words, the top ten highest paid actors earn almost more than twice as much as Hollywood's top ten paid actresses. Excuse me? And I particularly enjoy how Forbes almost chuckles about the fact that actresses are constantly in the spotlight and yet men make more money. Pay gap anyone?
Women are kicking butt and taking names in action films yet they're depicted as nothing more than accessories or one night stands. Check out Bitch Flicks' post on just this.
Despite the influx of recent films made by female directors, only 7% of directors are female, according to the Associated Press. This is upsetting, seeing as m graduating class of film majors was comprised mostly of females!
More and more shows are portraying unrealistic or romanticized versions of teen life, specifically sex & virginity. Yeah, it's good that shows are discussing issues like pre-marital sex, teen pregnancy and abortion, but when shows like The Secret Life of the American Teenager take these issues and place them on the same plane with maintaining one's social life--it diminishes the real issues. Check out this fellow Feminist's perspective.
Advertising maintains a binary (and sexist) standard for men & women. Let's take a look at this ad for One-a-day Vitamins. Apparently girls don't need healthy muscles and boys don't really care about good skin.
The Wage Gap still exists!

The Ugly

Stalkers in advertising: Let's continue to share these stalking gems with new generations. After all, it's hilarious--as shown in this recent Geico commercial. Not.
Men are still making decisions as far as women's reproductive rights. WTF?!

This is definitely only a small margin of our great achievements and areas of improvement, but these are definitely issues that are still stuck in the mind. Anyone else have anything interesting to add, let me know in the comments!

And as a little treat, here's a little something we might have all seen when we were little: the Sister Suffragette scene! Enjoy everyone and Happy Women's Equality Day.

Vibrators: Advertising's New Angle

2009-08-25T17:09:00.001-07:00

I'm not sure if the Advertising world has recently discovered that women are generally fans of vibrators or if the relatively patriarchal world of advertising has finally accepted it, but it is getting a little out of control. From vibrating shavers to vibrating mascara to actual vibrators that are discreetly referred to as 'personal massagers', I gathered up a few commercials that just make me want to blow my brains out.

1. Maybelline's Pulse Perfection Mascara:

I understand Maybelline is trying to "do what no hand can do alone", but honestly I'd be a little freaked out to have a powerful vibrating mascara applicator next to my face. And according to many of the YouTube reviews I found, the vibrating effect was just a little too strong for their liking as well.

2. Venus Vibrance Vibrating Shaver:

I couldn't find any version of their commercial for Venus Vibrance. Sure, this isn't the only vibrating razor, but Vibrance was the first to come out on the market. Now, let's dissect this little item for a second. Do you see anything that sticks out in comparison to other razors? Yeah, the tip. Some of you may say, oh it's just chubbier so it can hold the battery and so on and so on. But no my dear readers, seeing as this lovely razor is used by women while they are in their 'alone time'/while in the shower--it is for something else. And I read a slew of reviews that state that vibration does nothing to avoid razor burn or ingrown hairs. Nothing. It's merely a new gimmick to get women to buy these bad boys.

3. Trojan Vibrating Touch:

Ok I've had conversations with friends (both male and female) about vibrators (both in public and in private forums) and I don't think I've ever been as discreet as these women. What the hell? This goes along with men being able to talk about self-pleasure without shame or guilt and women having to hide behind this 'coy' and 'polite' veneer. Notice how no one in this commercial actually mentions that this little device is a vibrator, but rather it is a 'personal massager that women aren't afraid to talk about'. Really? Then why is there all that secrecy about what you can do? And why do you have to mention that it is 'good for a relationship'? As if you're shaming women who actually use vibrators when single or in a relationship. This commercial first came on when I was a Freshman in college and it definitely gave way to a ton of 'fireside chats' that became popular between my fellow RAs and our residents--aiming to broaden ideas and burst misconceptions.

So these are only three of many commercials that have been popping up again and again of products appearing to be something that it isn't. Maybe this is due in part to my recent discovery of Mad Men; specifically the episode entitled "Indian Summer" in which Peggy needs to test a product called the electrosizer (you guessed it--a vibrator). Or maybe it is because I'm sick of women always being so ashamed of doing things that are natural. Either way, get it together advertisers. We know what you are trying to do. And enough with the shavers, toothbrushes, mascaras, and back massagers that are shaped in a suggestive way. We know what you are up to and we can spend our money on things that actually get us off.

And to all of you who want to know the lovely history of vibrators in medicine and therapy, check the wiki out. It's very interesting; and at times, hilarious. Yeah, male doctors actually believed that 'vulvar stimulation' (something that was not at all associated with sex or pleasure) was the one true fix for 'female hysteria'. Yeah.

Monday Mouthful: William Carlos Williams

2009-08-24T21:57:00.000-07:00

William Carlos Williams (1883-1963) was an American poet who began writing while at school at Horace Mann High School. He decided, at that point in his life, to be both a writer and a doctor. While working towards his M.D., he met and was highly influenced by Ezra Pound.

William Carlos Williams, WCW, soon became an icon for modernism and Imagism and was best known for his poem, "The Red Wheelbarrow".

Summer Song

Wanderer moon
smiling a
faintly ironical smile
at this
brilliant, dew-moistened
summer morning,—
a detached
sleepily indifferent
smile, a
wanderer's smile,—
if I should
buy a shirt
your color and
put on a necktie
sky blue
where would they carry me?

-1917

A Few of My Favorite Things...

2009-08-24T20:43:00.000-07:00

Since all the new freshman arrived very bright eyed and bushy-tailed today for the first day of school, I'll reminisce a little about all the glorious things I miss about college (that safe, bubble-like microcosm where shenanigans were bound to happen).

Here are a few of my favorite things:

New students and frantic, 'helicopter' parents who never seem to leave--especially from the Resident Assistant side of my college career
Being a door or a building away from all my friends and knowing that their floor will always be there for those nights when you cannot and will not go back to your place
Being a part of random groups such as Theatre, Rowing, Feminist Club, etc. And then continuing them or mixing up your affiliations each year.
Getting funding for anything from Movie Nights to Sex in the Dark to Paint Wars (all programming I did in my Res. Hall)
Being a half hour from Sacramento & San Francisco!! Ahhhhhhhhhhh
Free food &/or Free T-Shirts--seriously my school should have probably taken away some of those freebies to reduce tuition, but it was soooo good.
Awesome professors... I was so attached to these great mentors!
And finally... doing this kind of crap with my friends:

Gosh I miss college.

What do all of you out there miss?

Blomkamp's 'District 9' More Than Just Sci-Fi/Hollywood Gold

2009-08-23T12:30:00.000-07:00

Having been the resident movie 'expert' in my group of friends, it was not surprising that everyone came to me the morning after the midnight showing to find out my opinion. Texts, emails, and facebook messages were littered with "So what did you think of D.9?", "Did you love it?", etc. And sadly, I had not seen it... well, until today!

(**Tiny Spoiler Alert**)

Surprisingly, Blomkamp's "District 9" was far more than just a Sci-Fi film. Structured as a mockumentary and action fusion, Blomkamp begins the film with discussing the 'alien invasion' that had occurred on earth 28 years earlier, after an unidentified ship hovered over Johannesburg, South Africa. The inhabitants of the ship nicknamed 'Prawns' (for their interesting features that resemble a cross between a lobster & a grasshopper) were found within the ship starving to death and later saved by humanitarian efforts. Salvation came with a price though, as their rescue effort soon turned into a relocation and resettlement plan within District 9.

In the present time, we meet Wikus van der Merwe (Sharito Copley), the supposedly clueless bureaucrat placed in charge of the newest resettlement plan to remove the Prawns from District 9, which has now become more of a slum than a safe haven, and into a stronger and safer community. van der Merwe and a security team employed by the Multinational United (MNU), armed with flame throwers and high powered weapons, then go door to door within District 9 to try and manipulate the inhabitants to resettle.

Who are these aliens? Where are the from? How did they run out of fuel despite their advanced technology? No one really knows or cares for that matter. To the humans, all that matters is the fear that is felt from seeing these creatures. After all, they're not human and all we see are ugly anthropoids.

But while stumbling through District 9 collecting signatures and 'illegal paraphernalia' acquired by the Prawns, van der Merwe has a change that not only allows him to relate to the Prawns, but places him under fire from the MNU, the government, and the Nigerian gangsters living and operating within the District 9 walls.

(/*End Spoilers*)

This science fiction narrative, despite being advertised as just another Earth vs. Alien Invaders adventure, has many layers. If you watched the film, it might have become evident to you the parallels made to the Apartheid (the legal racial segregation that occurred in South Africa between 1948 and 1994). The title, in itself, for example is a reference to District Six in Cape Town, South Africa which was an area for "whites only". The political edge to this film does not stop there though.

Along with the allusions to the Apartheid, there is the discussion of neocolonialism, an examination of self-interest played out mostly through van der Merwe (but seen also with the MNU and the Nigerian gang members), and even a short scene relating to population control and abortion. This was not at all what I was expecting. And even if many of the "District 9" viewers were only able to grasp the violence and destruction put forth by Blomkamp, I'm glad this director was able to discuss important issues in such a grand medium.

Freud Would Be ABSOLUT[ly] Proud

2009-08-20T20:30:00.000-07:00

Driving back from my work route to the office tonight, I looked up to notice a pretty interesting Absolut Vodka advertisement. It features a mango (or at least I hope it's a Mango) coming up from what seems to be... well check it out for yourself.

*Sorry for the iffy image, I was in L.A. traffic... and could not reach my camera in time!

The caption in the above picture (and in the whole ad campaign, I found) is: 'True taste comes naturally'. I tried to think of alternatives to what I was thinking. Maybe wood? With the rings representing the age of the 'natural taste'. Doubt it. Maybe it's... NOTHING ELSE.

I did a quick search around the internet to see if there was anyone out there (Hello? Anyone out there?) with the same thought. Nothing. So I looked up the whole campaign and found other versions of this campaign; all featuring fruit coming from folds/waves reminiscent of a womb. You can check them out for yourself here.

With a campaign dubbed "Dissection" and "Streams", it's not hard to see this campaign in a Freudian manner. Being a big Frued freak (and even doing some T.A. work on Freud and Jung), I thought of the levels of maternity and it's connection to the Phallic Stage of development.

It seems as if the advertising geniuses behind this campaign were hoping to cleverly attach drinkers to the alcohol subconsciously. I'm stuck between being completely disgusted or being in complete awe. And if it is meant to be a huge Vagina, I applaud you digital artists & placement people because sticking a big Vag on a phallic object like a tall, corporate building kinda kicks butt.

I wonder what everyone else thinks. If you read this... let me know! Am I reading too much into this?

Recipes of My Life

2009-08-19T19:47:00.000-07:00

I forget whether I've mentioned it or not, but this summer I'm working with a non-profit as a human advertisement/advertising distributer in 90 degree weather for 7 hours. It's easy to say that this job is pretty tiring--but let's face it, I'm a broke college grad who will be essentially volunteering abroad for the next two years with the Peace Corps (Yay). So after seven hours of walking around Southern California talking to what seems like hundreds of people (mostly store owners), I come home get cleaned up and cue up my DVR to whatever it has decided to save. Tonight it was the Top Chef Masters FINALE.

As a self professed Foodie, I was set & ready to see chefs trained in classical French, Italian, and Mexican food battle it out. (Spoiler Alert) Their final challenge was to create four dishes: a dish that embodies their first food memory, a dish that made them decide to become a chef, a dish that represents their first restaurant, and the final dish showing the judges what is in store for each chef's future.

I was shocked. I had used this sort of thinking/structure for an assignment exactly one year ago (weird huh). The assignment was to write a 40 (or so) page autobiography that showed not only a physical, emotional, and intellectual evolution, but also revealed 'moral fiber' and it's relationship to others. I immediately thought of food.

A child from a Hispanic home, I immediately thought of the way food is essential in my family. It was the thing that keyed my sis and I about the 'family climate'. We had an idea when a birthday was coming up if we smelled cinnamon wafting in the air or when my parents were pinching pennies when we felt the heat coming from the boiling pot of beans from the kitchen. We always knew the 'symptoms' so to say.

So obviously when it came to writing this bad boy, I thought of the key recipes that have continuously appeared throughout my lifetime. Each chapter was a recipe--a melding of the edible and the emotional. It was very much my family; and it was definitely me.

So here's a raised glass to you Top Chef, for showing that you can use unconventional methods to express yourself.

Here, here.

Photo Filler: Bookbug Edition

2009-08-18T22:38:00.000-07:00

*Click on image to see the whole thing; Blogger is doing something funky to it.

Super duper tired... which makes this a perfect time to do a photo filler! Woo.

Since I haven't been able to do as much leisure reading as I would like, let's just pretend we're absorbing literature via osmosis.

Back to regular blogging tomorrow.

Monday Mouthful: Pablo Neruda

2009-08-17T19:36:00.000-07:00

If the beginning of the week seems a bit lackluster, here's a weekly bit of inspiration from some of my favorite poets from around the world. Learn a little something about their lives and imagine yourself in their poetry.

I'm glad to introduce you to one of my favorite poets, Pablo Neruda (1904-1973). Pablo Neruda was the pen name of Chilean writer/politician Neftali Ricardo Reyes Basoalto, created in part to hide his writings from his father and as a way to honor Jan Neruda (Czech poet) and Paul Verlaine. With his works being translated into various languages, he is considered one of the greatest poets of the 20th century.

Ode a la Esperanza

Crepusculo marino,
en medio
de mi vida,
las olas como uvas,
la soledad del cielo,
me llenas
y desbordas,
todo el mar,
todo el cielo,
movimiento
y espacio,
los batallones blancos
de la espuma,
la tierra anaranjada,
la cintura
incendiada
del sol en agonia,
tantos
dones y dones,
aves
que acuden a sus suenos,
y el mar, el mar,
aroma
suspendido,
coro de sal sonora,
mientras tanto,
nosotros,
los hombres,
junto al agua,
luchando
y esperando
junto al mar,
esperando.

Las olas dicen a la costa firme:
"Todo sera cumplido."

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Ode to Hope

Oceanic dawn
at the center
of my life.
Waves like grapes,
the sky's solitude,
you fill me
and flood
the complete sea,
the undimished sky,
tempo
and space,
seafoam's white
battalions,
the orange earth,
the sun's
fiery waist
in agony,
so many
gifts and talents,
birds soaring into their dreams,
and the sea, the sea,
suspended
aroma,
chorus of rich, resonant salt,
and meanwhile,
we men,
touch the water,
struggling and hoping,
we touch the sea
hoping.

And the waves tell the firm coast;
"Everything will be fulfilled"

Monday Round-Up

2009-08-17T18:47:00.000-07:00

It's been a crazy beginning of the week with my temp. job, but here a few bizarre, cruel and just plain interesting links that caught my attention during the weekend.

Do we really need kids wearing these.

Sexualizing children is getting pretty ridiculous as per the comment made by a judge on one of the past "Toddler & Tiaras" episodes, "We don't allow thongs (swimsuits), because it's just really hard to pull off a perfect body in a thong".*

The global effect of a child in the U.S. via Crucial Minutiae.

If fat-shaming hot blooded women isn't bad enough, how about making plastic mannequins feel fat (oh and too poor for Manhattan).

Which would you choose: starvation or death.

Even Harry Potter believes in complete sex education.

As a pescetarian, I was disgusted once again by PETAs tactics. I was made aware by several F.A. organizations/groups about this.

Black women and discrimination in the fashion world.

*Actually saw this on the 8/14 episode of The Soup and could not find a clip of this disturbing comment.

Not the Marrying Kind

2009-08-14T02:39:00.000-07:00

Unlike many of my friends and female counterparts, I was not one of those girls dreaming about their wedding dress, cake, or even wedding song. I'm relatively clueless as to why, but when I was younger, I would make things up to fit in with other girls and would just retort an "Uh huh, me too. Yup white dress, oh yeah night wedding." But really all of this was way too far away in the future for me to care and honestly, my nose was either in a book or kicking people's butts in volleyball to care.

Well, being in my twenties now and seeing friends who have moved on from college getting married and engaged has got me thinking... am I just not the marrying kind? Is there a marrying kind?

When I first realized I was a feminist in H.S., many people's questions were answered. "Oh that's why, that explains everything" was something that just seemed to slip off the tongues of what seemed like my graduating class of females (* I went to an all girls H.S.). But others' unease about my marriage-phobia continued in college.

In my university, it is a requirement to take two classes: a freshman 'Who am I?/ What is life?' philosophy class and a senior 'What impact have I made?/What is my future?' class. It was not a surprise to me when the whole week surrounding marriage cropped up. One of the big questions that was asked to the class was, "Who sees marriage in their future?". Everyone raised their hands except me. Twenty-four faces turned to stare. I explained that if I found someone, I wouldn't need a paper or a religious ceremony to validate it and if everyone can't get married, I don't see the point.* That didn't really seem to quench the questions of people in the class who were already printing wedding invites and placing a down-payment on their seaside wedding.

Hey don't get me wrong, I love a good wedding (especially the one with an open bar). I'm there to support my friends who are engaged and getting married and am ready to sit in that church, beach, or backyard to celebrate your day. I'm not glum or cynical. Rather, I'm the giggly person in the back, camera in hand, ready to capture your best moments.

And seeing other feminists merge their femme power and the marriage ritual is inspiring, it tells me that others are wrong: that there is no simple answer as to why I'm generally aloof when it comes to my 'big day'. But honestly, if there is a 'marrying kind', I don't fit the bill. And let's not mention the bigger backlash I received from answering 'No' on the 'Do you want to start a family and have kids some day?'. Now that's a whole other conversation.

*This is referring to Prop 8, the proposition to allow Gay Marriage in CA.

More to [Loathe] about 'More to Love'

2009-08-13T04:15:00.000-07:00

Before I begin, I want to just preface this post by saying that yesterday, I finally decided to give this show a chance (armed with a beer in hand). I read a flurry of negative reviews from women of all ages, sizes and background--and well, I just wanted to find out for myself.

So with a gulp, I began. Watching introductions of the bachelor, Luke, and the drove of women who were looking for 'someone who understands'. With their weight, height and age on the screen, these women began to describe their childhoods of misunderstanding and 'otherness'*. Mascara ridden tears ran down these faces even before we see these women arrive to their new, lavish destination.

Then began the close-up shots of the food. From the BBQ montage featured when we meet the bachelor, to the close-ups of finger foods being eaten by the contestants, it was obvious that this was the 'alcohol-substitute'. Where other reality shows feature a loaded bar and glasses and glasses of tequila, vodka, and rum galore, this show would make it a point to show that, we eat, not drink.

And the most interesting angle that this show had to offer was what I like to call the 'scar tissue' technique. The producers or directors decided it was a marvelous idea to bring back repressed memories of bullies past. For example, in the second episode they decided to pick teams for the bachelor's first date. Seeing as there was an odd number of girls, there would be one girl left. The host chimes in, "Every one of you knows how it is like to be picked last".

Alright More to Love (MTL), I, like these girls, am a plus-sized gal. I am a pescetarian, someone who enjoys to do sports (and a former college athlete) and a tomboy. I never had a problem socializing with the opposite sex, I was generally picked somewhere close to first as a kid in gym class, went to prom with a date, and have even had significant others. I don't cry or feel bad about myself when hanging out with my skinnier counterparts and generally hate shopping not because of fittings but because it costs money.

MTL, what I don't like is that you feel the need to generalize that everyone has had these struggles and that every big chick has has breakdowns about who they are. I don't think you're featuring anything new by creating this faux utopia for heterosexual relationships. This actually looks like a one-sided mirror for mainstream media to point and laugh at the other.

MTL, you, more than anything, are another patriarchal scheme masked as a false sense of hope. You feature women who proclaim that they are "here for [the bachelor] and not to make friends" when it seems that the link missing between all these women is support.

I gave you a chance, MTL, but all that I saw was trashy t.v. show masked as a proclamation for the big girls. But I, for one, am not buying it.

*Note: This in no way is criticizing the women participating in the show. Rather, I'm hoping to share my disgust with the way the show is being marketed and the way they are exploiting the women who are sharing so much about themselves and their struggles.

Midweek Hump Treat: Lemonade

2009-08-12T02:44:00.000-07:00

Midweek Hump Treat is a weekly feature where I will highlight something fascinating, femnisty, powerful, or just inspirational.

I'm not even sure how I found this or what trail of clicks led me to this gem but I'm simply amazed and invigorated. I'm glad this is my inaugural Midweek Hump Treat.

More than 70,000 advertising professionals have lost their jobs in this “Great Recession.” Lemonade is about what happens when people who were once paid to be creative in advertising are forced to be creative with their own lives.

Photo Filler: Beach Edition

2009-08-11T08:39:00.000-07:00

Blah!

Have been out job searching again... and trying to keep my head straight.

So here's a photo filler of my 5 am trip to the beach to relax.

My apologies.

A Perfect Getaway: Just a bit...

2009-08-11T02:10:00.000-07:00

predictable.

Alright, you might have smelled it from the trailer where they mention something to the effect of 'you'll be talking about the twist for days to come'.

I won't give anything away-- though I will just mention that each person's career not only prepares you for the 'twist', but it also sets up the rest of the plot within the first ten minutes of the story. Wonder what other people are saying.

The Lovely Bones

2009-08-06T22:47:00.000-07:00

While taking a break from reworking resumes, portfolios and cover letters, I found out that one of my favorite books will be featured on the silver screen.

The Alice Sebold novel revolves around Susie Salmon who was raped and killed at fourteen years old. But rather than focusing solely on the crime, the book explores the family's evolution as well as Susie's struggle to accept what has happened.

For me, this book was inspiring. It starts off sharing what we have all felt during this awkward teen stage: fear, love pangs, and even excitement. Slowly the story builds on itself, adding characters that explore various aspects of Susie's life/death.

"The Lovely Bones" was the first book to make me tear up. It might have been because I was struggling with death around me or maybe because the idea of death being a catalyst for growth just surprised me--but either way, I'm excited to see a film adaption.

As a fan of some of Peter Jackson's lesser known films like "Heavenly Creatures", I can see exactly why this script would have come across Jackson's desk. It looms amongst the fantasy while weaving the realism present within the romantic, familial, and dramatic themes. It shows violence and crime, in general, as a psychological struggle.

For this, I can only hope that Jackson not only stays true to himself, but to Sebold in this film.

Indoor retrospect

2009-07-29T23:04:00.001-07:00

Seeing as the past two days have been dedicated to reworking my C.V. for a couple part-time/temp positions, I have not had time to write.

Here is a little faux-polaroid of the O.C. Fair Ferris Wheel.

Oh Summer.

"Post-Grad": My life in film

2009-07-27T23:45:00.000-07:00

As I've mentioned too many times, I just graduated.

And in this ridiculous economy where even the lovely state that I live in is in debt, I struggled between three choices: attend a PAID/FULL RIDE M.A. program where I would study something I did not want to study in a not-so ideal location, attend a NO-FUNDING, relatively new M.A. program of my dreams but rack up the dough in student loans, or work with an organization that I'm passionate about for two years (in a different country) and put my studies aside for now. Well I chose the third option. There was no need to put myself (and my parents) in debt for something that will be there in the future and I wasn't going to commit myself to something that I didn't feel an attraction (Yeah, it was like dating to the extreme). Now the problem is: departure time for service is December.

So like my fellow class of '09 grads, I'm out in the 'real world' and jobless. Yes, jobless. To add insult to injury, I come from a liberal arts major (specifically having English as my primary major). If you've noticed, we lib arts kids have a bad rap in 'the real world'. To prove it, there's even a number dedicated to this in "Avenue Q", "What can you do with a B.A. in English?" And now there's even a new movie that deals with our jobless woes, "Post Grad".

And even if I have to spend $10-$15, it should be interesting to escape my woes and see Alexis Bledel deal with what regular people like us have to go through after our undergrad bubbles is popped.

Until then, I'll keep looking for temp. jobs and re-working my resume over and over for some part-time positions!

Check out the trailer for "Post Grad":

A New Spin on An Old Service: HBO's Hung

2009-07-26T23:04:00.000-07:00

"Hung" is HBO's new series about two out of luck, middle aged characters, Ray Drecker (Thomas Jane) and Tanya Skagle (Jane Adams), who meet each other at an inspirational, career-building seminar. Despite having lackluster lives (and careers) of their own, what brings these two characters together is Ray's well-endowed nether-regions.

Although it would be great to discuss the show as a whole, what really interests me is the idea of the pimp/prostitute role reversal which seeps throughout many aspects of the show.

Plastered on hundreds of bus stops, concrete walls, and billboards across Los Angeles, I saw 'split screen' advertisements with the words 'Pimp' and 'Ho' accompanied by a picture of Tanya and Ray respectively. I was intrigued--finally two things were occurring: 1. both faces seemed to have a devilish smile, rather than a grimace to accompany a profession that has always been portrayed in the media as dirty or seedy and 2. the roles were clearly reversed.

As a feminist, this excited me. What? A man actually below a woman (no pun intended)? And yes, it was. If you tune into "Hung", you notice that the one carrying all the power is Tanya. She comes up with the Happiness Consultant ploy and she keeps Ray in line when he begins to freak out about a job. The girl has everything going for her and decides to take a chance on Ray because she knows he is capable of using his tools to get him out of his rut. This role reversal shows a symbiotic relationship rather than a parasitic one leading to another question: is this the way prostitution can be/is in an ideal world?

No matter what the answer is, I am excited to see a discussion brewing about prostitution and about role reversals in general. Tune into "Hung" for yourself on HBO or you can check out the trailer below to answer Ray's question, "Is this really the material from which male prostitutes are made?"

Introductions Please...

2009-07-26T17:19:00.000-07:00

Hello everyone out there in the big, wide, online world.

This is a little place for this geek to share her views on life, art, and everything between and beyond. If you've read the little blurb about me-- you know I'm a 2o something y/o recent college graduate who is trying to look at things through a different lens (pun intended). I'm a photographer, amateur filmmaker, writer, and feminist. I dabble in just about anything artistic and surprise myself.

So get ready to see some photography, some discussion of 'hot topics' and maybe a short film or two, you never know.

Thanks for stopping by and hope you enjoy my little investigations on everything 'geek'.