Netflix and I are besties. Netflix keeps me company as I work whether it be morning, noon or night. The sound and rhythm of movies help me focus. So, the short version is I watch a lot of them. Some unknown movies I click on I adore. But one genre I keep coming across time and time again (predominately by accident, but I blame Chris Klein for this) is the 90’s sex comedy.
An actual genre apparently.
Let THAT sink in for a moment.
Think American Pie.
Then think even lower budget, higher on the objectification of women.
There you go.
Time after time I find myself half watching and thinking who the heck MADE these movies? Who came up with a plot that is just a couple of idiot men (offensive) trying to get laid by whatever disgusting means they can. Women are objects and barely speak (offensive) then throw in a few racist jokes, a fart gag or two, some form of expelled bodily fluid and a career in something notoriously jock-like and hey presto, movie time.
It makes me throw up in my mouth.
Of course, I could not watch them. Often I turn them off, and I’m not one to quit on a movie ever, but it just drives me insane that these movies get made over the millions of possible movies submitted for consideration every year. Stories about real people (man, I love real stories) or movies with actual humour, inspiration, action… ANYTHING.
Oh my god, thank goodness they predominately stopped being made in the 90’s.
And yeah, I know, this is a random deviation from our regular programming, but as I sat there, attempting to write a post about women and taking up space in the world, I was hit in the face by yet anther shocker of a movie and I got distracted. Because damn it, these stupid movies shape ideas, and that just annoys the heck out of me. Gosh.
Hi! I’m Melissa Walker Horn. Around here, they call me Suger. I’m the Chief Blogger and doer of all the things here at Suger Coat It. Blogging since 1901; I love a casual ootd, taking photos, and writing about things that irk or inspire me. I love wine and cheese, long days at the beach and spending time with my family. I make stuff for the internet over at Chalkboard Digital. You know, living the sweet life.
A while back I kept stumbling on blogs written by ex-pick up artist guys. Oh man, the justifications. It’s not about objectifying women, it’s about building confidence, learning social skills etc. What a pile of crap. It’s really sad that women are treated like points to be scored. It’s also sad that guys are taught that they are so unloveable/unattractive that they have to resort to tacky tricks to get a woman interested in them.
Oh dear lord. THIS. This comment is it, all of it, ugh. And pick up artists, well, FUCK, what a mess that lot are. 😛
Couldn’t agree more with you Melissa, some of them are just repulsive!
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They really are, so gross. Ugh.