this isn’t even a campaign. this is some 17 year old teenager sitting at his computer while eating spicy doritos with a call of duty headset on
Joss Whedon is currently being hailed as a great feminist theorist,* because he said that “feminist” implies that equality is not our natural state, and we should instead simply call not-equal things “genderist.” This is somehow an improvement upon “sexist”, “anti-feminist”, and “misogynistic”, because, well, he said so. But Joss Whedon is actually totally full of crap.
In other news, water is wet.
I honestly love Whedon’s shows but no, dude, you are a cis het white man and you do not get to define feminism. At all. EVER. Genderist? Because ‘equalist’ wasn’t fucking annoying enough yet I guess?
BAD Joss Whedon. NO.
We couldn’t give a fuck and a half about what you think of our game.
But homosexual is not an insult.
Enjoy, dudes. This one’s on us.
Marina Sirtis talks about Deanna Troi and the inverse relation between cleavage and brains in TNG
There are certain rules in Hollywood. One of the rules is not written anywhere, but you just know: if you’re doing an action-adventure show, you gotta have chicks on the show for the boys to look at when they’re not blowing up other spaceships. Second rule: if the chick has a cleavage, she cannot have a brain.
So, [after wearing a uniform in the first episode] I got a cleavage, and all my gray matter departed. Which was sad, because originally (I know this is gonna shock you), Troi was supposed to be the brains of the Enterprise. So when the cleavage came, all that left, and I became decorative, like a potted palm on the bridge.
Then of course came the second season, and I was the only young one left. We had me and we had Diana, and so I had to become all things to all men. And so I got the red outfit, and and then we got the lilac outfit and then we got the green dress. Under the green dress I got to wear a corset, a satin corset, with bones in, like Scarlet O’Hara.
Now, as you know, with a corset everything gets pushed up or down. What was pushed down was kind of enclosed in the skirt and what was pushed up was enclosed in what I named “the Industrial Strength Starfleet Brassiere”, which was a wonder of modern engineering. I mean, I used to take it off at night and go "oh blimey, where did they go?". In fact, we had guest stars - and I’m no Twiggy - who would come and see me in the morning as Marina and then they would see me two hours later as Troi, and they’d go to costume and go "I want that bra!"
So then we got to season six, and there was the episode “Chain of Command" where we were trying out the new captain, Captain Jellico (just in case Patrick wanted too much money for next season, we were auditioning other captains), and he said to Troi “Go put on a uniform”. And lo and behold, there was one in her closet. So I put it on, and by then I was skinny, and the director and all the producers were like "she looks good in that, why wasn’t she been wearing that for the last six years?"
So I started to wear my spacesuit. I was thrilled to finally be in a spacesuit. First of all, my pips - cause I had a rank, you know. And then, it was very flattering actually, it looked really good.
Suddenly, I was smart again. My cleavage had gone. My gray matter came flooding back. I was on away teams! I was the leader of one away team! I had a medical tricorder! And unlike Beverly, I seemed to know what was wrong with people.
And, in this one particular episode, where we were on the Romulan ship - because suddenly I am the expert in Romulan technology - I had this line: "That’s impossible. The Romulans use an artificial quantum singularity as their power source". Who did I say it to? Geordi and Data! They didn’t know this. To be honest, when we were shooting the scene and I was saying the line, I was sneaking looks to my right and left to make sure they hadn’t developed a cleavage while I wasn’t looking.
~ The brilliant and hilarious Marina Sirtis at DragonCon 2010: Star Trek TNG Panel (Abridged from this video. The panel begins here, go check it out, it’s totally worth it).
THEY ARE ALL OKAY, and all those things could exist in THE SAME WOMAN. Women shouldn’t be valued because we are strong, or kick-ass, but because we are people. So don’t focus on writing characters who are strong. Write characters who are people. —madlori
Modeled on this post. This quote needed a gifset that featured a more diverse group of women. Because my takeaway from Lori’s marvelous answer (seriously, go read all of it) is that representation fucking matters and that great female characters do not—and should not—fit into the same cookie cutter mold. Because actual women are not one size fits all. And the irony of having that message cross my dash repeatedly with exclusively young, white, straight, cis women who match a prescriptive definition of beauty was getting to me.
Margaret Atwood's hand-drawn self-portrait, along with those of other famous authors
Charisma Carpenter talks about getting fired from Angel. Thank you for sending me this link!
This is the interview I’ve been talking about for a while. Everyone should watch this.
Will I always reblog this? Of course I will always reblog this. Will I ever get over how in a single horrible, unforgivable decision Joss ruined AtS, fandom perception of Cordelia Chase, Angel/Cordelia, and pretty much all of his credibility as a feminist? Nope. Poor CC. :( Every time I hear about this my heart breaks for this woman a little bit more.
But she and Julie Benz are the best BFF ever. They should do adorable chick flicks together. I would totally watch that shit.
Must watch! Charisma tells the truth of what really happened behind the scenes at AtS, her pregnancy, her strained relationship with Joss and how she was asked to come back for the 100th episode. I’ve known for awhile, but I know some of you may not have known what happened.
Reblogging in case anyone is still under the illusion that a) Charisma Carpenter was fired for anything other than GETTING PREGNANT and b) that Joss Whedon was ever a real, actual feminist or even a friend to women.
Seriously, though. I wish fans and people who want to defend Whedon would listen to her talk about that she was on both shows for a combined total of eight years. Charisma was 26/27 when BTVS started out. So by the time she got pregnant with her son, she was about 31/32.
I mean, what’s she supposed to do? Keep waiting to have a baby and live her life until the show finally runs out of steam? What if it goes for another five years?
Also, can we please keep in mind what actually happened here: this supposedly feminist man decided to damage the career of a woman who worked for him because she made a personal choice with her own body (ie - to have a baby) because that choice didn’t line up with what he wanted her to do in order to embody his vision of a female character. And not only did he do that, but he treated her like crap and even went back on his stated promises to her.
All because it amounted to a woman not doing what he wanted so he could have the female character on his show be just the way he wanted.
In what world does that guy get called feminist? Oh yeah, this one.
I just feel so bad for Charisma Carpenter. I do. Because she can never tell this story straight out. She has to be really, carefully diplomatic about it and make sure to say that everything’s fine now and she’s cool and Joss is still a great guy. There’s probably way more she’ll never tell or at least not for a long time to come. Because she still can’t afford to piss Joss Whedon off.
Because this feminist guy will, in response to a woman doing something he doesn’t like, use his power to damage her career.
So let’s just think about that, yeah?
This is a tender, grey area. On one hand, you’re not dressing up as a Chicano*, so that theoretically clears you of the I’m-a douche-reducing-an-entire-culture-to-a-stereotypical-bastardized-costume label. On the other, you’re still taking something that’s an intrinsic part of another culture and wearing it as a costume. What should matter here is intent and personal level of sociological sensitivity, ie.: Are you honoring deceased friends or ancestors, going to a cemetery, and otherwise considering death while wearing calaveras paint? If so, cool. If not, you suck.
But it’s not quite that simple.
I used to get very fucking annoyed with hipsters and Gogol Bordello fans dressing up in Russian hats and shawls, but that boiling rage has subsided to a simmer. I’ve come to realize that, while preserving national traditions is a wonderful, important part of being human and building our own identity, policing the identity of others is a self-defeating battle. The mixing of cultures is an inevitable and often rewarding part of our evolution as a species, and this means some level of dissemination and erosion. We have vaccines and we have tribal belly dance. We have space flight and Asian fusion cuisine. We have water purification and Russian ushanka hats on the runways of Milan. We have the internet and we have yoga. And so on, ad infinitum. Fighting this is as useful as shooting oneself in the foot – we’re a much more interesting, delicious, fashionable and informed world because of cultural cross-pollination.
Yes, you’re a tool if you dress up as an Indian/Eskimo/Russian/etc., but that act is not actually appropriation, but reductive stereotyping. Calaveras paint worn by non-Mexicans is, in fact, appropriation, but I think it’s totally OK. Respect matters, intent matters, and we should very, very carefully consider the symbols we choose to express ourselves, but it is OK.
*As far as I know, Day of the Dead is observed in many forms across the globe, but the calavera, or skull, face paint and masks originate in Mexico.