According to Hollywood, if two women came on screen and started talking, the target male audience’s brain would glaze over and assume the women were talking about nail polish or shoes or something that didn’t pertain to the story.Whe she dismisses as BS, which would be fine if writers were "allowed" to write interesting female characters. It's a bit circular--writers are told not to write interesting female characters because men wouldn't be interested, and men aren't interested because the female characters aren't interesting.
‘Chloe liked Olivia,’ I read. And then it struck me how immense a change was there. Chloe liked Olivia perhaps for the first time in literature. "Which makes you wonder about the amount of progress we've made in the last 80 years on this front.
"They are confidantes, of course, in Racine and the Greek tragedies. They are now and then mothers and daughters. But almost without exception they are shown in their relation to men. It was strange to think that all the great women of fiction were, until Jane Austen’s day, not only seen by the other sex, but seen only in relation to the other sex. And how small a part of a woman’s life is that; and how little can a man know even of that when he observes it through the black or rosy spectacles which sex puts upon his nose. Hence, perhaps, the peculiar nature of woman in fiction; the astonishing extremes of her beauty and horror; her alternations between heavenly goodness and hellish depravity—for so a lover would see her as his love rose or sank, was prosperous or unhappy. "
But it's not solely sexism that makes them shy away from female-led casts and screenplays. If they thought there was money to be made by remaking 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days with the cast of Gossip Girl, or whatever, they'd be doing it.Yeah, I know. Like Sex and the City, which totally bombed in the box office. Oh, wait... it didn't? Totally a fluke - everyone knows women don't go see movies.
Madison Lee: [thinking that she's about to kill Charlie's Angels] Enjoy heaven.And that's just a little taste.
Natalie Cook: Go to hell.
Alex Munday: [the Angels kill Madison; she dies amid flames] She's so fired.
Let me live deep while I live; let me know the rich justice of red meat and stinging wine on my palate, the hot embrace of white arms, the mad exultation of battle when the blue blades flame and crimson, and I am content. Let teachers and priests and philosophers brood over questions of reality and illusion. I know this: if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content.cortex, consider handing out Markov-generated extra comments to each user to stave off a possible recession.
(from one Howard story or other)
HOMERFor some reason, though, it rarely ends this way:
Uh, hi, Mr. Meyers. I've been doing some thinking, and I've got some ideas to improve the show. I got it right here. (pulls out a piece of paper) One, Poochie needs to be louder, angrier, and have access to a time machine. Two, whenever Poochie's not onscreen, all the other characters should be asking "Where's Poochie"? Three--
MEYERS
Great, great. Just leave them right there on the floor on your way out.
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