There is a seduction at work in shows like these; one which plays on the viewer’s need to feel enlightened, even as it satisfies her baser desires.
When we find ourselves a bad girl, a nasty girl, a girl we hate, there is one surefire way to re-assert control over her: Strip her down and make her get us off. Take her sexuality away from her — it’s dangerous — and make it serve us instead.
SlutWalk did not, and could not, speak to the needs of every woman; nor could it adequately sum up and address every facet of rape culture. Removed from its original context, it stops being simple, and became simplistic.
The brilliance of House lies in the quiet, intense discussions between the characters as they grapple with the case and each other, in the tight-knit bonds between them as they revolve around House without allowing him to consume them.
“The absolute limit of what bourgeois feminism can offer us is terminal exhaustion and a cupboard full of beautiful shoes.”
The decision facing the Supreme Court now is not simply whether the Wal-Mart case is too large to be prosecuted as a class-action lawsuit. It is whether women constitute a class.
Urban Alienation in Mexican City
“Why would you blame television, Mary-Beth?” I hear you asking. That’s an excellent question, anonymous internet reader.
Maybe Varadarajan is full of crap.
But teenage life includes overdramatic death drops into lust disguised as love.