All posts filed under: Feminism

The parallels between Hillary Clinton’s failed campaign and the doomed ghostbusters reboot

  I hate to be the one to write this, because I hate to be the one bashing mainstream white feminism, and yet the reality of just having spent 6 months working for both the Hillary Rodham Clinton campaign while also bearing witness the abomination that was the newest Ghostbusters franchise starter has left me no choice but to reminisce and analyze what took up so much of heart and mind. Trickle down corporate led feminism isn’t the path for progress in America’s left and right battle for social justice. And that breaks my heart a little bit, as well as push me off the traditional 2 dimensional political spectrum and into the dreaded libertarian camp. Both were in my estimation faux feminism, at least as far as I am concerned with that movement. And I consider myself a somewhat affluent intersectional feminist, or rather a feminist ally depending on what circles you keep up with.   Case in point, both the movie and the reality were losers, one a box office dud and the …

Where do thoughts go?

Do they go in the hearts of men? Or the minds of people?   I like the phrase “hearts of men.” It’s kind of a nod to the past and a tip of the hat to the tradition of short and succinct phrases of an old way of speaking. I honestly love the phrase because it just sounds cool, even spiritual. “men.”   man/   men   When did the term men become an insult? It’s just a derivitative of the word “human.” But then I think about it more and see the word women is an addition onto the stub that is the word “men” and I get confused.   If I were a woman, I wouldn’t want to be called a man. Nor a woman. Definitely not a bitch or cunt. Just a person. Or dude. But that’s because I’m a dude. And yes, that is joke. Relax.   So what do I do tho. Men is short and to the point. Women fucks up the rhythm of the phrase?   Or does …

A Plea to Young Men

Originally posted on Flawed Masterpieces:
Change is hard. It’s really fucking hard. It’s hard enough to change one’s self. It can be near impossible to change another person. I considered this when planning this essay. And I’ve decided that I’ll never be able to change the minds of those who will refuse to read this in the first place. No, the only way I can reach out to them is by expressing my thoughts and sharing my own shortcomings as a young man–flaws I still struggle with today. I want other young men to relate. Keep that in mind if this blog post isn’t aimed at you. Let me just spit it out before I go any further. I hate the word “feminist”. Not because of what it stands for, but because of the reactions it generates in many men and to a certain extent many women. I have a sneaky feeling part of this issue is that the term stems from the word “feminine”, which might as well be a pejorative to most American men. While…

David Lynch Preview

David Lynch may well be the defining voice ofthe last generation’s filmmakers, which is a scary thought because he has a backhanded appreciation of what we would consider White America. I honestly think he’s a genius, one of the few polymorphic artists of our time. His artwork, whether it be film, sculpting, acting, painting, effects, or even music is just plain wierd, and just when I start to question whether’s it all atmosphere and smoke he hits me with something mesmerizing and moving. He glides through horror with a wicked comedic touch while making it appear avant garde and yet still maintains a populist artifact. Unless we’re considering his last two films. But even those have shades of the noir genre and Hollywood influence. A thinking man might argue Lynch is on the save wavelength as Brunuel, but he’s more in tune with nostalgia of classic Hollywood of the 50s and it’s naive innocence that Lynch both eviscerates and praises in his maligned classic Blue Velvet. Some people don’t get it, but honestly, you have just to …

A Plea to Young Men

Change is hard. It’s really fucking hard. It’s hard enough to change one’s self. It can be near impossible to change another person. I considered this when planning this essay. And I’ve decided that I’ll never be able to change the minds of those who will refuse to read this in the first place. No, the only way I can reach out to them is by expressing my thoughts and sharing my own shortcomings as a young man–flaws I still struggle with today. I want other young men to relate. Keep that in mind if this blog post isn’t aimed at you. Let me just spit it out before I go any further. I hate the word “feminist”. Not because of what it stands for, but because of the reactions it generates in many men and to a certain extent many women. I have a sneaky feeling part of this issue is that the term stems from the word “feminine”, which might as well be a pejorative to most American men. While we generally view feminine as …

A Trope That Needs to Go

It’s hard to avoid hearing about sexism in art these days, especially with social media websites such as Twitter or Tumblr. It only takes a quick glance to spot what Reddit users dub Social Justice Warriors–people who point out questionable and offensive material in films, video games, and other mediums. While many use this is a cause for complaint, the phenomenon is really something to cherish. With all the bullshit prejudices and fucked up worldviews out there, there are a large group of people fighting back and holding art accountable. What art is and what it conveys matters. Anyone who disagrees is ignoring the powerful effect it has on shaping our beliefs and ideas, and to a larger extent, reinforcing those beliefs. I feel like I’m new to the game. For the record, I’m a young (if you can call 30 that) white male. The very essence of privilege here in America as well as the rest of the world. I majored in English in college but had limited exposure to social critiques. The closest …