A thousand years ago I experienced the female gaze in the way described. And it had no power, it was nothing, it had no commercial validity or self-actualising ability. It was just a waste of my time. I found myself looking at the women in the scene - their cast-offness - and relating more to that. I remember when I stopped believing Steve Perry. I have to actively suspend my disbelief. I find more joy in sexual defiance, it's less irrelevant. Slightly. :)
Flashback Friday, a column on feminist notions ... To be fair - it's difficult to think of a non-self-defining feminist woman as anything but a tool of the patriarchy. I have to concentrate on the fact that even though a woman would not call herself a feminist, she would never endorse footbinding (to name a radical example) and it doesn't necessarily mean she is a doormat either. In fact, some of my favorite women scorn my feminism and hate it when they are judged solely on their marital status or gender. Ironically if you look at films made during the so-called liberal 60s and 70s you will see that movies align the woman's role less to what is happening politically in the big wide world and more to what is happening in pornography. The rise of the snuff movie mirrored the rise of violence towards women in the movies, serial killer paradise. Pornography always centers on the woman - probably in an attempt to hide the size of the penis. From my perspective, I am less un...
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