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Beyond “Where were you before?”

In the wake of a tragedy, those who are closest to its source often look with disbelief at the masses of people who suddenly care and, in their own attempts to process grief or anger ask something akin to: Where were you before?

That sentiment showed up a couple times in my Twitter feed in the hours ensuing Aaron Swartz’s suicide and the subsequent media spotlight on both him and the trial whose pressures many believe contributed to his death. It’s a completely understandable sentiment, but I want to propose a different take.

For many (many, many) years, the prison-industrial complex has been ravaging American society. The prosecutorial overreach in Swartz’s case (more on that can be found on Unhandled Exception) was not an isolated incident in this context. You can find the same overreach that existed in Swartz’s trial in every zero tolerance policy in schools, you can find it in our skyrocketing prison population in general — and it should make you enraged because the punitive parts of our system do not punish equally.

If you are HSBC and you have been involved in money laundering, you pay a fine; if you are a six-year-old who brings a camping utensil to school, you get suspended; if you are a poor 13-year-old who is late to school, you have to go to court with your family and face a $350 fine.

We can all be asked “where were you?” when we discover or become involved in something we didn’t know before, but that isn’t the answer that will bridge movements and make the people who oppose an inequitable system stronger. The real answer is “Welcome.”

Welcome to this part of the fight against violations of individual liberty, welcome to this part of the fight against commercialization of knowledge. Welcome, welcome, welcome.

The real question is: “What do you know that we don’t know?” There is a great deal that people who have been involved with schools know that the Electronic Frontier Foundation doesn’t know, and vice versa. The same goes for people working on issues in the prison system.

Those of us who harassed our legislators over SOPA and talk the ears off our non-techie friends about speech, privacy, and consumer rights in a technologically-mediated world are situated in one corner of a much larger battle with a much larger system. We have natural allies in education activists who work to mobilize against the school to prison pipeline and the increasingly prison-like schools (replete with police, metal detectors, fines, etc.), among others. It seems that the tragedies the U.S. has seen in the last couple of months — the Newtown school shooting and the ensuing talk of armed teachers in schools or a national database of mentally ill people, and the increasingly visible and serious problems inherent in Swartz’s trial and others like it — are intertwined.

We should take a look at each other’s information, see what we share, and say “Welcome. What can I learn from you?”

Not so confidential to the man who was offended that I ignored him when he yelled at me

When our friend came over the other day, she said some neighbor’s adult son came up to her and said he’d tried to yell at the girl who drove the yellow car that she had a flat tire and she ignored him.  He seemed miffed at this fact.

Guys, I’m going to tell you a secret.

4/5 of the time a guy yells at me on the street, it’s to share his opinions about my breasts — or, really, any part of my body — or to share his strangely forward thoughts about what he’d like to do with/to me.  The other 1/5 of the time is mostly men mocking me when I ride my bike.  Especially going up a hill. It’s awesome, I tell you.

So yes, if you yell out in hopes of helping a woman, she’s probably going to ignore you because her assumption is going to be that you’re harassing her. I’m sorry this is the world we live in, but it is, and all nice guys have to pay the penalty for the precedent their brethren have set for them.

That’s my PSA for nice guys today. No yelling, and if you have to approach a woman on the street (to help her/ask for help/etc.) be really conscious of the fact that most interactions that start with an unknown guy approaching a girl on the street aren’t great for the girl. Regardless, don’t be offended if she ignores you because now you know better.

(Last week’s example of exceptionally egregious stranger asshole behavior: guy crossing at Lake Street staring at Megan when we biked home and making jerking off motions.)

Megan says I should make another PSA where you should band together and yell at ad people to stop portraying you as incompetent in advertisements. The incompetent man-child is a weird trope. It sucks for guys and it sucks for women because they’re just the eternal mom. Ick.

A feminist moment of “oh HELL no”

woman putting on lipstick

Earlier this year, Megan’s alumni magazine came with a cover story profile of danah boyd, a researcher whose work has influenced my thinking about social technologies and culture (especially youth culture). In the story, amidst her successes, are the painful references to a culture in the Computer Science department that was actively hostile toward her as a woman.

It is hard to be a successful woman. Actually, strike that. It is hard to be allowed to exist as a successful woman. I would fear the kind of success boyd has had, because there is a special kind of bullying reserved for women who gain a high profile.

Sadly, one letter to the editor in the magazine this month manifested the exact kind of bullying, ad hominem attack behavior that I would have feared if my face was on the cover.

You can read David Tell’s misogynistic, insulting letter here (it’s the last one), but I thought I would highlight the examples of how women are punished for making bold statements, becoming experts, and deigning to be photographed and profiled for their work.

How does one begin to be a complete ass when critiquing another person? Well, you could start by using a person as a punching bag.

Your profile of danah boyd supports my belief that success and fame are at least as much due to luck as to merit.

First, I would like to note that anyone with an Internet connection could get a rundown of boyd’s research experience, publications, and work experience in about 60 seconds. But, sure, a puff piece on an alum (and, really, I’ve worked in that world, and they’re just meant to be nice pieces — look what a neat person our alum turned out to be!) would totally be a definitive 1,000+ words from which to gauge a career.

But let’s move on to his third sentence.

It doesn’t help that boyd’s cover photo reminds me unsettlingly of Laura Dern in the HBO show Enlightened.

Ohhh, yes. She’s got the wrong “look.” In fact, according to him, she looks like an actress whose character is “a self-destructive executive, who, after the implosion of her professional life and a subsequent philosophical awakening in rehabilitation, tries to get her life back together.” She doesn’t just look like Laura Dern, she looks like Laura Dern in this context.

When going after successful women, it’s important to find an aspect of their appearance that you don’t like. God forbid you focus on relevant differences of opinion or *gasp* actual content knowledge. For women, appearance is always relevant and always an available trait with which to gauge professional or intellectual worth.

After asking “Does boyd even have kids, or are her ninety-minute interviews with teenagers the sole basis of her expertise?” Tell goes on to be even more insulting, demeaning, and — let’s say it together — bullying in his final paragraph.

I’m curious to see whether—and how—she brings the actual discipline of ethnography to the study of teenagers, or whether her research and conclusions aren’t actually a bunch of arbitrary probing and subjective opinionating. Perhaps she’s just a teenager wannabe, inexorably outgrowing that developmental stage in spite of all due effort not to.

This kills me. You know how to fill this curiosity? Oh, I dunno, maybe go to her website where she lists her massive number of publications for you to peruse at your leisure. You know how you gauge an ethnographer? You read them. You read their methods sections. It’s this crazy thing that exists in qualitative work in social sciences — you are provided with enough information to make decisions about whether you feel the methods make the work trustworthy.

No. His goal was not to understand her work, it was to excoriate her. It was to put her in her place. Why he felt compelled to do this with no effort to learn more about her work and why he felt that cruelty and insult were the best ways to go about it, I can’t say.

What I can say is that I can’t remember the last time a male academic or researcher had his identity critiqued by someone focusing on how he dressed or who he looked like.

I don’t need to say anything about this guy, but you can see his super awesome website here and draw your own conclusions.

My morning at #OccupyMN #OccupyMPLS

I had to read a book for class this morning, no need for the computer or anything, so I decided to read down at the Gov’t Plaza (renamed by the #occupympls folks the “People’s Plaza”) for the morning and check things out. Before I left, I checked their needs list (ahem, yours truly recommended on the Twitters that they put a google doc up of needs and keep it up to date) and bought some supplies to donate.

When I arrived at 9:30 a.m., there were probably 40-60 people in the plaza. It was an incredibly calm space all morning, but with this amazing sense of purpose underneath it all. I grabbed a banana from the free food table, donated some money for them to replenish supplies, and heard some of the people involved in organizing discussing the financial committee they had set up to manage donations and costs (things like the port-a-potties cost money). I sat down near some young people playing music and read for about an hour, and then I decided to walk around and check things out before heading home to finish up some writing for class.

Let me tell you what I came away with.

In my life, I have gone to more than my fair share of rallies, marches, etc. I have volunteered for political campaigns and organizations, canvassed, phone banked, and stuffed envelopes. I write all the time, and used to write a lot more about change and issues facing us.

In all of these experiences for the last 20+ years that I’ve been a concerned and relatively active citizen, I have never experienced something like what I saw today.

Yes it was small this morning, but the democratic organization of the people involving themselves (I think that’s key – this isn’t a top down effort, but one in which the people who opt in will define goals and values) was amazing.

There’s the free food table, a donations (of things they need) table, a medical area, a “teach-in” area, a “media center,” and a family area that I saw. What I also saw and experienced this morning was what could be framed in an ethic of caring. The people organizing are addressing basic needs to facilitate everyone’s participation, sharing resources and trusting people to give what they can and take what they need, and to move to higher order needs like discussion and education.

The criticism of lack of messaging and “a point” couldn’t be farther from the truth. One of the tragedies our country has experienced over time is an erosion of our democracy, which came to a head with the Citizens United ruling, but has been rearing its head in different ways – often tied to money. Money is a voice, a source of power, and it has seemed for some time that without money, we had no power – it felt like shouting into the wind.

The thing is that there are many people who have been shouting into the wind. They may have different perspectives and different takes on things, but there is at least one commonality: they feel that the current situation is unacceptable and that, without riches, there is truly only one power that the 99% have and that power comes from collective efforts.

The people down there are democratically organizing with general assemblies and decision-making. I talked to people at the teach-in table – smart, engaged people – about the Constitution, about the labor movement, about tuition and education access, about the ethic of caring and support, and about helping educate each other (For instance, one person said that she’d only seen one outburst happen when a truck drove by and its passengers shouted at the occupiers and one person shouted back something threatening and called him a pussy. I pointed out that addressing misogyny within the community of occupiers would be really good and building understanding of that would be useful).

This didn’t feel like a resistance. It didn’t feel like a protest. It felt like a construction – of community building and building democracy. It felt like a redefinition to a point where I don’t even care if people insult the movement. It really doesn’t matter. What does matter are the conversations in the plaza and of people opting in and voicing their knowledge and concerns and listening to each other. It’s something we’ve been missing.

The plume

I had bronchitis for the second time this year last week, and during it I happened to be listening to Science Friday when they had Laurie Garrett on. They were talking about different things: her book, her work consulting for films, and several different aspects of the environmental impacts of 9/11.

She talked about something that has gone under the radar for some time: that the plume of smoke from the World Trade Center towers’ collapse completely enveloped parts of Brooklyn and other western parts of NYC that day. It’s not like it’s never been discussed, but it’s really not been part of public discussion.

So I’m listening to her talk about the chemical effects of burning jet fuel + asbestos + the insides of thousands of computers and other electronic devices, and all I can think about is how normal it’s become for me to cart around an inhaler, how I can expect any cold to go straight to my lungs, and it sends me back to how hard it was to breathe that day and I realized I never actually needed or owned an inhaler before then.

Most years, you know, I write something about 9/11 – something about the experience or a perspective of how the general tragedy of it is used/abused in our political system, but this year I think we should pay attention to all those emergency responders who still can’t get support for health care for diseases they acquired working at ground zero, to the decisions at the EPA about what was deemed safe and what was not and why, and to the people who were not in lower Manhattan, but saw their worlds shrouded in dust as well.

Before and after

Oh, GTFO already

Just about every year around this time, I write something about 9/11. It’s kind of cathartic for me to memorialize the experience, to reflect on how we weathered that day – not knowing where our friends were, struggling to get through on the phones, breathing in the ash – but this year I am particularly crabby.

The radical right wing that now constitutes the bulk of the Republican party (bye bye, fiscal conservatives, please start your own party and stop wandering into the Democratic tent) just loves to talk about how terrible cities are. They particularly like insulting New York.

So this year, I would like to tell them to just GTFO. Stop pitching fits about the fact that we’re diverse places and that you don’t like how we operate and then lament 9/11. If you hate cities, then you shouldn’t give a rat’s ass that we were targeted. No one crashed into or blew up your buildings. No one killed your people. You were completely and utterly ignored.

It is simply not right for you to claim our pain and then dismiss our people. We are only part of your “America” while you’re using the horrific day to justify your behavior. You don’t give a damn about what happened, you only give a damn about being able to hate others free of guilt and justifying your irrational and xenophobic fears.

So GTFO. I’m sick of trying to be civil when your version of the day was a TV show and yet you act like the horrible event we experienced in New York City belongs to you. You were never targeted, you didn’t have to live with the reality of the day – nor did you have to live with the after effects of constant bomb scares and military suddenly present on your daily commute.

Take your 9/12 crap and shove it. Take your famewhore pastor and shove him. Get a damned clue.

My open (blog) letter to the credit card companies

Stop sending me special offers.  Stop sending me those damned “checks” to use.  Just stop it.

I just spent 45 minutes ripping up your mail – and why did I have to be so careful?  Because you, Citibank, have to put my full name and address in about 10 different places in the mailings.  Because you, Capital One, insist on sending me checks that some random person could just write up and charge the hell out of my account.  Because every time I buy a shredder it breaks within a month and so I’ve given up and taken to tearing up the bits of paper with my hands because, despite the fears over identity theft online, it’s your own recycling/garbage that poses the biggest danger.

Every week, I get five (or so) new offers for cards or “special” offers from my current company offering me the opportunity to spend money I don’t have on impulsive crap I don’t need.

I hate you.  You are exploitative and predatory and suck in the needy and greedy, preying on people’s desires and desperation.  You are plunderers, pushing consumption as the norm and portraying yourselves as our security nets when we’re in need.  Of course, anyone who carries a balance with you could see the ground shift beneath their feet in a moment if you decide to arbitrarily increase rates or change fees or alter minimum payments.

Your leaders make out like the bandits they are – even when your companies fail, they land safely in their multimillion dollar Central Park apartments with their golden parachutes.  They make more from their failures than most of us will accumulate in our entire lifetimes.

Stop sending me mail.  Stop trying to convince me that impulsive/compulsive buying is acceptable.  You can try to blame individuals for making bad decisions and getting into trouble, but the fact is that you and the legislators who allow you to ravage all of us have created the culture in which you are a solution for our crises; orchestrated the financial collapse that hasn’t affected you at all; and systematized your consolidation of power – of rate adjustments and fees and whatnot – while we have nothing.

You totally and completely suck.

Also, I will never carry a balance with you.  Never.

Also, also: stop sending me mail.

Feminism and marriage (empty stereotypes)

You may not know who Jessica Valenti is, but it’s never too late to catch up on a strong, smart feminist voice. I bring her up because of her recent marriage and how well she has spoken about the complicated feelings she’s had about the process and institution, as well as her intentionality about constructing a wedding and a marriage that reflects her philosophies and life.

Back in January, when she announced her engagement on her blog, she accompanied the post titled “Does the personal always have to be political? (And can’t it ever be private?)” with this e-card:

It was around the same time that Megan and I told people about our engagement and dealt with a smaller scale and less vicious set of questions (asked both of each other and by others), so I found myself relating to her in a lot of ways. Why did we want to participate in the institution of marriage? What does a feminist (in Valenti’s case) or queer/feminist (in our case) marriage look like? How do you redefine something that (traditionally and still) is so interlaced with male dominance and religious control?

Thankfully, we didn’t have gossip columns and publications like Playboy weighing in on the merits of our relationship or framing our decision as a “feminist-finally-gets-hitched” story like the NY Times did. (By the way, NYT: seriously?? You could have written about so many more interesting aspects of the marriage/decisions made about it and you chose the easy and kind of anti-feminist route. But I shouldn’t expect more depth from the section that usually profiles rich, ivy leaguers with famous parents.)

Valenti just wrote a new post called Well, I’m damn sure never getting married again and it pains me that she had to write it. She thought into constructing what it meant not only to be married, but to get married, and I think that is what you would expect from someone with a track record of critical thought and political engagement.

And let me tell you, it is hard to deconstruct marriage and the cultural weight embedded in it to reconstruct it to fit your values. As Valenti said:

When I wrote about Andrew and I planning a wedding, I wasn’t doing so to make some grand statement about what feminists should do when they get married. Or to suggest that my wedding was going to be The Most Feminist Wedding Ever. I wrote about it as an individual, as a person, who was trying to negotiate her beliefs with a traditionally sexist institution and the consumerist party-planning that surrounds weddings.

We wanted to make the wedding representative of the institution we’d like marriage to be, and I think we did a good job. Does any of this change the fact that marriage is a historically sexist institution or make it okay that millions of people are denied the right to be married? Of course not. But it made the celebration one that made sense to us, one that re-imagined what marriage as an institution should be about – love, equal partnership and community. (And seriously, to the some of the more conservative relatives at our wedding, hearing these sort of things at a wedding absolutely made an impact.)

Love, equal partnership, and community: that is how Megan and I felt about it.

I can’t speak for Valenti or any other feminists/lgbt folks who get married, but – for us – everything was put on the table. We broke down what things signified in general, what they signified to us, and what we really wanted rather than what may be culturally imposed. For instance: the rings. Personally, I have somewhat critical feelings about wedding rings – engagement rings in particular. As engagement rings are traditionally only given to the woman, I find them to be a societal symbol of purchase (our language supports that – an engaged woman is “off the market”) and that is problematic for me. Wedding rings have a similar problem for me as the last thing I want to be is “owned” by anyone else. And as lovely as Megan is, I don’t want to be owned by her (and vice versa).

But rings are pretty. And I wanted one. I was so happy to be marrying Megan (and am so happy to be married to her), and the idea of having something that she gave to me that I would have with me all the time made me happy. So we decided: no engagement rings, but we got really pretty and unique rings made for us that would give us each a symbol of our love and a reflection of how we’re linked that we would carry with us every day. Then, when friends gave us the stones for the rings, they also became a way in which our community supported us.

Does wanting rings without wanting the baggage of ownership – does redefining that part of weddings – make us bad feminists? I don’t think so. And I’m sure if we’d wanted to badly enough that we could have redefined the role of the engagement ring as well. Having the capacity to think critically about institutions and practices doesn’t mean that we have to swear off everything associated with those things. My perspective is that the process of critique and intentionality underlies the core of the philosophy of “the personal is political.” The decisions we make with that kind of reflection are invariably going to be truer to ourselves and our values.

Megan and I had a hard time writing a ceremony in part because every element of it was analyzed – but because of that it was also completely appropriate to us. We wrote it in Provincetown two days before the wedding and it was perfect. It was about love, respect, individuality, change, support, trust, adventure, discovery, and commitment. It was about how she makes me a better person (and vice versa). (She is so awesome.)

What I hope is that Valenti can ignore the haters to an extent and be happy that she and her husband got to put the kind of effort and intentionality into defining their wedding and marriage that they did, and know that the kind of critical thought she expressed in public was not wasted.

On Loyalty

I spent much of the latter part of last week doing one of the things I do best (and enjoy most): being a thorn in the side of lockstep thinking. Even though I’m too much of a speck to truly change anything in this instance, the least I can do is challenge the assumptions people put forth as “common sense” (or even “commonly agreed upon”).

In my experience, it is very easy in marketing meeting type situations for people to blindly acquire and use the language presented as their baseline. What I mean by this is that, if the people running a meeting use a word like “spin,” the people in the meeting will think in terms of spin. This happens for a variety of reasons: people want to impress those who have more power and therefore don’t question underlying premises of a discussion; people are afraid of losing their jobs so they play along even if they’re annoyed; or people – when faced with contributing to something they disagree with – hold their tongues rather than speak up. The reluctance to speak up is sensible. It’s self-protection, but it’s just as likely a result of the speed with which and the manner in which people construct thoughts and arguments. Some people need to take time to dissect and construct and are marvelous thinkers – but aren’t quick thinkers.

Anyway, the series of discussions was about something of a pretty broad scope. It’s something I consider both potentially incredibly beneficial and dangerous simultaneously and my hunch is that it will be used in both ways, which I can’t do anything about. The most I can do is try to help construct and frame positive uses. But that’s not what I’m talking about here (if I tried to sum up everything I said, we’d be looking at an even more long-winded blog post than usual).

What I want to talk about is how we develop a lexicon and how destructive a lexicon can be once it is assimilated into regular speech. In this instance, the term “spin” came up (as in: how to “spin” the U in a positive light), as did the term “loyalty” (as in: how do we create loyalty to the U – implicitly, how do we create loyalty to the brand of the U?)

Let’s take on the word “spin” first, because it’s easier to deconstruct. In fact, Jon Stewart did it quite well several years ago when he deconstructed what “Spin Alley” (the place the cable news people cut to when discussing a debate) actually means during his infamous Crossfire appearance:

You go to spin alley, the place called spin alley. Now, don’t you think that, for people watching at home, that’s kind of a drag, that you’re literally walking to a place called deception lane?

But what I believe is, they’re not making honest arguments. So what they’re doing is, in their mind, the ends justify the means.

Honesty is the core here. In “spin alley” you’re talking about dishonest argument, in “spinning the U” you’re talking about a dishonest presentation of the University. Nothing is inherently positive. No one is going to have exclusively positive interactions with anything ever. So the question is this: are you going to try to artificially force positivity or are you going to spend your time and money creating experiences and opportunities that people actually feel happy to be a part of?

For instance, if I say that the faculty of my PhD program areas of Culture & Teaching and Learning Technologies are freakin awesome, that isn’t spin. That is genuine sentiment based on a positive and ongoing experience. Creating positive experiences and painting positive pictures are very, very different things.

You get the picture. Let’s move on to the concept of loyalty.

In the context of this discussion, we’re essentially talking about getting people affiliated with the U to be loyal to the U. And here is where the problem of the lexicon comes in. If there is a group and those leading a session ask a question that is (paraphrased) “how do we increase people’s loyalty to the U?” then the group’s job is to respond to that without actually questioning the question. You respond with ways in which to increase loyalty, rather than to ask whether loyalty is what we should be working towards.

Since we’re talking broad scope here, we’re talking students, alums, external folks, faculty, staff…can anyone see the issue of using a term like loyalty with all its connotations (faithfulness, obedience, devotion) in regard to people whose economic and professional fates are tied to the institution? Additionally, the notion that we ought to be loyal to an institution rather than committed to a collective purpose strikes me as terribly hollow. If the U is merely a shell or a brand, then commitment is meaningless. It’s the U’s purpose that people are committed to, not a tagline or an institutional brand.

Of course, purpose is a tricky thing: it actually needs to be actively developed and worked at. A brand can coast on its merits and has sale value. A purpose is a moral imperative; veiling that moral imperative in branding language allows people to forget the purpose exists, it allows people to pursue the game of marketing for its own end rather than the higher purpose they are supposed to be serving.

Loyalty, however, if induced – the concept of “raving fans” was discussed – is a blind, emotional, and arbitrary tie. What does it mean to be a fan of the Vikings who paints his/her face purple? Who cares! They come to the game, buy the jersey, drink beer in the stands…they give us money.

That is the source of my aggravation. The thing that twists me in knots. If the goal is loyalty – a word chosen in a winnowing process of meeting after meeting after meeting – then it appears we want nothing more than consumers. We’ll provide them as much as the bare minimum they require in order to come back and purchase something another day.

And this is why language is important. If, instead of asking how to create “raving fans,” we asked questions about facilitating and building community, and how to maintain our own authenticity so that the actual experiences people have with us are positive/beneficial (rather than just spun to be so), we would be asking far better questions and getting entirely different answers.

(Now, one could say that my professors/TAs back in undergrad at the U did a pretty damn good job of helping me develop my critical reasoning skills, but none of these discussions are really about quality – just perception – so it’s kind of irrelevant.)

Whip it

This isn’t really a movie review.

I sometimes wonder why sooo many crappy awful movies for dudes get made. And then I came across statistics – via Traction – that in 2008:

  • Women comprised only 16% of all directors, executive producers, writers, cinematographers, and editors working on the top 250 domestic grossing films (a decline of 3% since 2001 and of 1% since 2007).
  • Only 9% of directors were women – no change since 1998
  • 22% of the films released in 2008 employed no women directors, executive producers, producers, writers, cinematographers, or editors. No films failed to employ a man in at least one of these roles.
  • 90% of the films had no female directors.
  • 43% of the films had no female producers.
  • 79% of the films had no female editors.
  • 96% of the films had no female cinematographers.

If you take a moment to think about what that means – that the vision behind the movies, how things are interpreted, how things are portrayed, how our attention is directed, how a story is cut, how a story is told, who the protagonist is, who we should care about, who we should forgive, all of it is predominantly controlled by the male perspective – it’s a bit overwhelming.

It seems beneficial to remind ourselves that as self-congratulatory as we can be about women’s progress, we started at such a position of disadvantage that we’re still not even close.  Actually, there was an article in Jezebel back in August that got this topic stewing around in my head.

In an article about an NY Times scan of the big studio schedules by Michael Cieply, they highlight one of his paragraphs trying to explain the disproportionate dominance of male directors.

In one respect, homogeneity among its film directors might actually help Hollywood in a business sense. Studio films, year in and year out, continue to pull in crowds worldwide at least in part because they look, sound and feel like what has gone before.

What can you say to that? I’ve been under the impression that Hollywood has actually not been pulling in the box office numbers they need to in order to sustain their business model, but whatever. It also completely ignores how movies influence our culture at large, and how alienating it is for people to rarely see accurate representations of their lives in film. That was one theme that came up in The Celluloid Closet in regard to queer representation in film – that there were almost no representations of real queer lives in film (this was in 1995ish).

So when we went to Whip It last night, I was thinking about all of this and paying attention to how the movie showed women’s bodies, lives, sexualities, and humor in a female-directed, female-written film. I’m not saying that the movie was some groundbreaking work of feminism – it was a fluffy, feel-good, entertaining movie – but the representation of these different aspects that I noted were actually significantly different from other mainstream films I’ve seen recently.

  • The skating scenes, of which there were many, were striking in that they focused on the competition, athleticism, brutality, and sexiness of roller derby – as opposed to focusing just on the sexiness and turning the female characters into playboy versions of roller derby girls
  • It is really nice to see the quirky, female character as protagonist – the character that gets to develop and discover aspects of herself and become a more complete person – rather than as the girlfriend of and foil for male protagonist development
  • Speaking of that, it’s also nice that though the romantic relationship had an impact on the main character, it wasn’t the core of the female protagonist’s transformation. I hate how hugely rare that is, but it’s refreshing to see
  • I just really liked the range of female characters, the ways the different ages of the female characters contributed to friendships and relationships and their interactions with each other

What I want: more movies with female protagonists, written/directed by women. Let’s just balance things out.