In case you were wondering, yes, Aamer is always this astute. Check out his tumblr for his Barrackstrips.
I love him so much.
It gets very tiring being a woman who loves comic books. Almost every argument - good-natured or otherwise - culminates in being told to go make a sandwich. Men automatically assume you’ve only watched film adaptations, or worse, read your boyfriend’s backdated issues. I’ve dated a rabid MRA who would constantly pout and sulk whenever I knew more about comic books than he did (which was always).
Fact is, a woman in the comic book subculture is a second-class citizen. You’re either a booth bunny or an ugly feminist. You can’t care about issues, you can’t care about plots, you can’t be offended. Here’s an article The Atlantic ran about it, and here’s some more reading if you’re interested.
So there’s a huge furore hitting the web about Gal Gadot being cast as Wonder Woman in the Superman/Batman film. While my picks for an ideal Diana Prince are either Lucy Lawless (who would be perfect for a Kingdom Come film) or Gina Torres, I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to get that.
But I was appalled at how the Internet reacted to Gadot - mainly, her lack of breasts. Because Wonder Woman is defined by her breasts, amirite?
The comments I saw on my Twitter timeline this morning were ridiculous - “needs curves” “stick insect” blah blah blah. While I acknowledge the comments about needing to put on muscle, I find it kind of pointless to put out there: which actor/actress hasn’t had to for the recent slew of superhero films? No-one said “shit, Tom Hardy has to bulk up for Bane!” because it assumed he would.
Also, worth noting Gadot has military training AND worked as a trainer with the Israeli Defence Force, so am quite sure she can kick some ass.
This morning, I got into an argument with two well-known local figures on Twitter - a guy who describes himself as an ‘actor/writer/director’ and another local producer, and it was disgusting: while I’ve never met the two of them we have anywhere between ten and thirty friends in common. The concern? Gal Gadot’s “lack of breasts and meat” would make for a “bad” Wonder Woman (I’ve reproduced the conversation on my blog, it culminates in me being told to give one of them a milkshake.)
Am I the only one who fears the movie will portray her as weak, overly-sexual and/or irrelevant? That she’ll (nearly) be raped before Batman or Superman swoop in to save her? Because THAT’S what’d make it a bad Wonder Woman.
I’ll say this for the nth time: women are not defined by their breasts.
Also, referring to women as meat? GROSS.
I’m so very tired of this subculture, because it becomes harder and harder to carry on. There are some truly atrocious, hurtful, misogynistic opinions out there and I really don’t know what to do anymore.
Would i have been thrilled to see a black woman cast or an actress with a body type we’re less likely to see in fashion magazines? Yes.
Would I have preferred Wonder Woman get a movie of her own? Hell yes.
But denigrating Gadot for her lack of breasts (and, accordingly, her lack of ‘womanliness’) is just as bad as fat-shaming. They are both attacks hinged on female sexuality as perceived by men, linking it to worth, and assuming that women exist in every sphere to serve/service men. You can’t be slim and flat-chested, you can’t be fat. You have to have the hips of a twelve-year-old boy with Baywatch-ideal breasts and the legs of a gazelle. That’s the extremely slim (no pun intended) world we have to fit into, and if you veer to close to either extreme (thin or fat) then you’re wrong. What bull.
(Also, I would like to draw attention to this tumblr - haven’t gone through all of it but so far it seems pretty kick-ass.)
(Also also, I’m quite happy they cast a Mediterranean woman as Wonder Woman.)
Gah, re-reading the thread makes me so angry.
Like, firstly. “Take it from a Green Lantern fan”? Way to condescend. Because it’s sooo impossible I might know exactly what you’re talking about when you talk about bad comic book films.
And you’d rather no Wonder Woman than one without large breasts? WHAT?!?!??!?
And since when does Amazon mean large breasts? If anything, some argue they cut off one breast to better aim their javelins.
And saying Hugh Jackman was cast for his ‘breasts’? When male pectoral muscles are sexualised to the extent female breasts are, we’ll talk.
And then to pull the ‘give me my milkshake’ - possibly a stupid joke playing on fast food service but it is far too similar to the ‘make me a sandwich’ line assholes like to bandy about. No. Just no. If anything, it’s doubly offensive - I’m of Indian ethnicity, a minority group that frequently works in low-paying service jobs because of lack of opportunity. Was that Gavin Yap’s intended meaning? I’d like to think not. Does that make it okay? No.
Geez I’m angry.
When I was about 20 years old, I met an old pastor’s wife who told me that when she was young and had her first child, she didn’t believe in striking children, although spanking kids with a switch pulled from a tree was standard punishment at the time. But one day, when her son was four or five, he did something that she felt warranted a spanking–the first in his life. She told him that he would have to go outside himself and find a switch for her to hit him with.
The boy was gone a long time. And when he came back in, he was crying. He said to her, “Mama, I couldn’t find a switch, but here’s a rock that you can throw at me.”
All of a sudden the mother understood how the situation felt from the child’s point of view: that if my mother wants to hurt me, then it makes no difference what she does it with; she might as well do it with a stone.
And the mother took the boy into her lap and they both cried. Then she laid the rock on a shelf in the kitchen to remind herself forever: never violence. And that is something I think everyone should keep in mind. Because if violence begins in the nursery one can raise children into violence."
Astrid Lindgren, author of Pippi Longstocking, 1978 Peace Prize Acceptance Speech (via withoutawarning)
Ninjas cutting onions again.
So I just did something I’ve never done before - I deleted over half of the posts about Anon I’ve put up here. Quotes, complaints, one-liners, photos (including birthday ones) - it was so satisfying, and I only stopped because I had to rush home to pack for Sydney.
Eighteen pages of tags and I’ve cut and slashed away til seven. Now I feel slightly regretful, because my destructiveness is usually reserved for the self - although I suppose my writing is my self.
But the fact is, half the time I wrote about him because I knew he wanted me to. And it was never good, because how can you force it?
So now I feel a little bad, trying to remember little lines I mercilessly deleted, telling the little dialog box to go away when it cautioned me to stop and think. But I guess I will get over it.
PK and I in unison (also, every journo ever).
|Tammy:||Birthdays just aren't a big deal.|
|Me:||I think birthdays are a big deal!!|
|Tammy:||You would, young'un.|
|Me:||I'm so old. I feel so old.|
|Sean:||Tammy, do you want to take her out back to that dark alley and beat her up?|
|Tammy:||Gee, I'd love to but I just can't with my osteoporosis.|
|Me:||Tammy's housemate is really hot. She paints with oils.|
|Sean:||OOOOOOH I only paint in acrylic.|