Friday, March 28, 2014

All This and That Too

I've made known my distaste for feminist critics with their clipboards and checkboxes, performing a census on every film, book, or TV show, rejecting anything with too many men while giving extra credit to anything female-oriented, even if it's not very good.

They even have tests, and it's a pass or fail.

In the latest installment, we have a woman wondering how feminists can gain leverage over Hollywood studios if women are buying half of all movie tickets.  She complains:
They keep buying movie tickets despite the fact that they are less likely to direct, write, edit, or executive produce these films than they were in 1998. They buy tickets even though female characters are less likely to talk and more likely to get naked than male ones are. In the 500 top-grossing films released from 2007 to 2012, male actors outnumbered actresses 2.25 to 1, and yet women keep watching. And we're not just showing up to heralded female-driven stories like The Hunger Games and Frozen: According to PostTrack data, women recently outnumbered men in the audience for the new Liam Neeson thriller, Non-Stop.
If you can listen closely, you'll hear a little voice crying, "How can this be?"

The confusion is not unwarranted.  When the prow of your ideology crashes against the shoals of reality, one should be confused.  The mind should reach out for orientation, ready to throw overboard the dead weight or even abandon ship altogether.

This lady thinks there is an audience out there for "female-driven" stories that is not being satisfied because of a male-dominated patriarchy.  That is clearly not true.

There may be a male-dominated patriarchy --not really going to deny that-- but the audience for "female-driven" stories is being fed, and what's more, they also have an appetite for other things.

They can, despite the feminist patronizing, hold in their minds a desire to see both The Hunger Games and Non-Stop.  It's not that they want to let their sisters down.

It's just that they have more open minds.

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

GWAR is No More

If there's a hell, Dave Brockie is surely sitting on one of its beaches, giving himself a fire and brimstone tan and drinking cocktails with Jeffrey Dahmer and Saddam Hussein.

The GWAR frontman, better known as Oderus Urungus, was found dead in his home at age 50.  The cause of death has not been released, but it's suspected that he died of syphilis caught from the retarded midget he kept in basement as a sex slave.

He was a rock god and a homicidal genius, so when you hit your crack pipe today, give a puff for Dave Brockie.

R.I.P. Oderus

Two favorites:

This isn't a music video.  It's just Oderus walking around at SXSW.  And it's hilarious.