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Today I was coming home from school on the subway when a huge group of little girls got on. They were all wearing pink backpacks with barbie, or bratz, or the disney princesses. One of the girls was wearing a batman backpack. She looked at my batman t-shirt, threw up the horns, and told me to “rock on”. She must have been about 7. I have faith in our future females. MLIA.
Me too. Thank GOD not all girls are stereotypically feminine!
no but 4 reals, I’m not into girly things either, but I try real real hard to not think of myself as better than other ladies because of it. It’s tough! when you save lots of money never buying makeup/hair products! that you then spend on greasy diner food! but I do my best, mostly because I recognize the superiority I felt: “oh I don’t do girl things, girls are bitchy/vain/stupid etc etc and I’m not,” and I hate hate hate that feeling. (Especially when of COURSE I’m a stupid vain bitch, it’s part of being a human.) It’s an insidious way of woman-hating that I never hear discussed unless it’s me talking.
Oh my god I hear you. When I started telling people I was going to a woman’s college, I cannot tell you how many times I got the “oh, but aren’t you worried about all the cattiness?” Or, the former friend who said that she didn’t think women should run the world because it would be all catty and gossipy and nothing would ever get done.
Important Television Thoughts:
We finished the first season of Mad Men months ago, and we have yet to start the second. I mean, we intend to. But as Kevin said last night, sometimes you have to wonder if you’re watching the same show everyone else is watching. I like the theme song and the pretty clothes, but I think it was right around the time Don Draper uttered the words, “My mother was a prostitute and my father got kicked in the face by a horse” (not verbatim) that I said, “No, Mad Men. No.”
It’s just a moment where a little piece of your television show dies—like the second Dawn appears on Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or, to use an analogy I just acquired last night, when Zoey Bartlett is kidnapped (?) and John Goodman comes in to smooth things over (???!?!???). I mean, really, The West Wing? John Goodman? You know he was in the live-action Flinstones movies, right?
Jumping the shark is a colloquialism used by TV critics and fans to denote the point in a television program’s history where the plot spins off into absurd story lines or unlikely characterizations.
The phrase jump the shark refers to the climactic scene in “Hollywood”, a three-part episode opening the fifth season of the American TV series Happy Days in September 1977. In this story, the series’ central characters visit Los Angeles, where Fonzie (Henry Winkler), wearing swim trunks and his trademark leather jacket, jumps over a confined shark on water skis, answering a challenge to demonstrate his bravery. The series continued for nearly seven years after that, with a number of changes in cast and situations.
(via Wikipedia)
In defense of John Goodman, he’s been in some pretty damn good movies too, and whatever you think of Rosanne, it was the best, most feminist sitcom on TV ever. Not saying that The West Wing didn’t have low moments (Aaron Sorkin in rehab never works well for his tv shows), but I’m not sure John Goodman was the worst part.
