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.
Thank goodness.
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.
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Couldn’t agree more with you Melissa, some of them are just repulsive!
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They really are, so gross. Ugh.
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. 😛