I just can’t handle it anymore.
To me watching contemporary movies and shows is like watching movies made in the 50s and earlier. Full of insulting, dehumanizing, and mind numbingly extreme sexism.
I am profoundly tired of fictional examples of the fact that all it takes to be equal or greater than even supernaturally perfect men is to be a pretty young white girl. (E.g. Superman, Batman, Meet Joe Black, Star Trek Voyager, Clash of the Titans, etc.) Think of it. Think of a movie with a male god like figure. Choose your context, I don’t care. If there is a great man in this contemporary fiction odds are profoundly high that there is a sexy young white girl placed equal or above him in social/plot importance even by his own definition. Indeed, it’s often a defining trait that the growth and apotheosis of this figure is the acceptance of this subordination to the girl in question and her omnipresent and homogenous rhetoric of jealousy coddling, status quo maintenance, and disregard for male suffering.
Fortunately for me I’m a pirate. So I just download these movies and fast forward through the bits purpose built to crush all male egos. Unfortunately it makes them about a half hour long. (How long is Batman Begins if you cut out Rachel’s shrew-like, and abusively sarcastic nagging, and the subsequent heroic whining angst from the protagonist?
And we wonder where the violence and suicide and mental illness comes from. Could it be that the whole of human culture has told men that we must earn the right to be full and respected examples of our species and gender by torturing ourselves or annihilating our sense of worth or sublimating it in some socially selected monolithic institution? While at the same time telling women that they are of paramount importance (regardless of their social authority) from the moment they are conceived? Has it ever not been women and children first? Have women and children not always been since the ice age the acknowledged nucleus of every culture? And is that really so shocking give that it has an obvious and factual basis in reproduction logistics?
Looking at the violence of men throughout recorded history, could the explanation for it be in part that since the invention of the club men have been cannon fodder and beasts of burden? Even before we were primates this model has been true. Throughout nature even among insects and fish males are tossed into whatever meat grinder is relevant. We are the engines of evolution precisely because we are expendable. The group can afford to snow shovel us into the wood chipper hoping for a few survivors with an immunity. (Reminds me of “Unbreakable.”)
Let’s face facts. The moment the first clan realized they were better off letting boys die than girls (which they knew probably before they learned how to rub the sticks together) because one tribal elder can reproductively speaking replace 1000 young males (E.g. Temujin, Ramses II) was the moment the vast majority of men stopped being people, and started being tools, and the race was on. To he or she who can most successfully train men to lemming leap on command, goes the whole of human culture. And today it is the people of the public relations industries which have that power. The Michaels Bay of the world who tell us in nerve chilling subconscious clarity that the absolute no holds barred brass ring top of the heap magic wishlist best thing any man can wish for is the approval of the nearest hottest relevant female and tat under no circumstances can she give that approval reward without extreme personal risk and disregard for his own existence as a thinking feeling human. That to define hu(man) is to define suicide. How many instances in Sci-Fi contain AIs proving themselves “real” by sacrificing themselves for the girl or the male who is willing to sacrifice himself for the girl?
What has heroism come to mean but suicidal disregard for the self? We literally venerate the dead because of this obsession with dehumanizing all men simply because they are easily replaced functionally speaking.
This profound and ubiquitous disadvantage in my opinion is the most likely source of the collective global over reaction which resulted in female brutalization and oppression over the centuries.
The price of getting to put the whole of masculinity between yourself and danger, we seem to say is total subordination. And now in the industrialized west, the prison capitol of humanity, the center of the greed universe, the automated child killers of humanity, the slavers mecca, the birthplace of the banker pantheon, they are being given total authority over everything. The male is expected to tolerate this lab rat disposable work mule living sword and meat shield social status while he cheerfully embraces the whims of a female dominated society, which in turn is dominated from the shadows by the emotional manipulators.
Think about it, if the easiest way to manipulate the masses is via their emotions, is it really so surprising that those in command of these forces would cultivate and empower the gender for whom already exists extreme social tolerance for emotional self indulgence, while at the same time actively subordinating the gender for whom logic and abstract reasoning are readily able to eclipse emotional decision making?
Think about it. If you had the power to manipulate volition via emotions, and you have a choice of who to should be in charge, would you not choose the most emotional target you could and then, given the power to do so, would your goal not be to infantilize that target until it was utterly devoid of critical thought? Until like an insect it responded to emotional cues without thought and without reason with clock like precision?
Does that sound familiar? Has American culture not been for the entirety of the contemporary era been telling women that all things younger are better? That it’s ok to cry like babies until someone addresses your problem? That’s it’s ok to scream and yell and hit until you get what you want? That your children are your personal property to do with whatever you wish? That youth IS beauty, and that beauty is god? That men are best when they are like fathers, silent when they aren’t being devoted, and obedient when they aren’t being productive, and above all provide money and do as their bosses and betters tell them.
Seriously, am I the only one that sees this? Am I the only one that has a problem with being bred towards a Morlock and Eloi future? Am I cynical in concluding that the modern crop of American women has proven itself unable to detect how harmful this manipulate in to them as well as us? That they cannot see until it’s far far to late that they have been dehumanized even worse than us? Turned into noting but sex object carrots and trustees in a prison where all humanity is prohibited and redefined to suit the needs of a handful of minds?
But it’s just fiction, we all know better. Right?
This is why we dream of fictional experiences. And why video like this causes a physical reaction: Height of courage – men working on a sky-high tower (1,768 feet) Your brain for the most part doesn’t know you’re not making this climb. This is why porn and horror movies work. This is why comedy works.
We, quite involuntarily and universally, “learn” from fictional examples, regardless of plausibility. That’s how television works. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Four_Arguments_for_the_Elimination_of_Television
My problem isn’t the guy getting the girl in the end, my problem is that universally a girl gets to be neck deep in the plot simply because she’s hot and young when being in the plot is by definition a position of importance, which in turn is a measure of worthiness and human value.
Rachal, batman, dent, joker. They are the major players, and look what it took to get batman and joker and dent there. Now look what it took rachel to get there.
I’m reminded of the seasame street song: One of these things is not like the other.
She’s a perpetually dissatisfied self absorbed monster. Put in a position to judge and boss around the batman and Harvey dent. And why? There is virtually nothing special about her except she’s a modern princess. Born into wealth, bred to be sexy, happens to be young.
E.g. Dent almost gets shot at work and mere seconds later she’s smirking, making fun of him, and making it blatantly clear she utterly disregards his safety. Indeed when he calls her on this callousness, (in a passive aggressive obsequious way of course, lest he insult his god) she counters with a backhanded compliment and offering herself to him sexually as on condition that he affirm her disregard for his safety with his own disregard. Coyly she says while pressing herself against him on tip toe with finishing school grace… “You know, if you said you were rattled, you could take the rest of the day off.” So if he had HAD been rattled, and actually needed the time to recover from his brush with death, no boobs for him.
And then later batman dives off a roof and saves her from certain death and her reaction? A quip. A scold. “Let’s not do that again.” She’s more of a psychopath clinically than the joker is. And frankly as a result my favorite part of the film is when one of her usual patronizing speeches is cut off by adjacent barrels of explosive finally shutting her up. Which of course utterly psychologically shatters the two male leads, as we are again as men enjoined to totally sublimate and subordinate our sense of self worth and human value in the female lead and the quest for her ever receding carrot.
The universal implication of all that garbage and its like is a question.
What does it take to make you worthy? For a man the answer is complex but universally difficult and/or self destructive. What does virtually every male lead have in common? Regardless of relative power or immortality? Risk. Even Death himself faced risk in Meet Joe Black over a sexy doctor princess. (Same traits as Rachel, breeding, wealth, youth, beauty. And of course every male on screen fumbling all over themselves to win her approval by any means necessary.)
It’s an ingrained facet of story telling it’s so common. As if it’s not possible to tell a heroism story without it. The greater the risk the more interested we’re expected to be. When in fact this is hardly axiomatic. Indeed in function, we know the protagonist is almost certainly immortal.
Superman himself taught us that death isn’t even death when all’s said and done. (http://www.joblo.com/movie-news/max-landis-nerd-rage-on-the-death-and-return-of-superman-is-too-awesome-02)
And I’m not just reading too much into this. This movie is profoundly deep and faceted in other directions as well. http://www.aaronsw.com/weblog/tdk
I wish I was as simple as knowing it’s fiction, but all evidence suggests it isn’t.