These days, I’m loving the direct approach, cloaked in sarcasm and at the expense of veil-pullers (over sexism, racism, pomposity). So, I’m loving this review of Bridesmaids which includes the following:
OH MY GOD, SOMETIMES BEING A WOMAN IS SO INFURIATING I WANT TO EXTRACT MY UTERUS WITH A FORK AND THROW IT OUT THE WINDOW.
You know that look-at-us-we-killed- Osama-in-the-brains situation-room photo? Did you notice that there are only two women in there? Two. And we’re 50 percent of the population. I get that President Hillary would have just gotten her menses all over the Oval Office and changed Martin Luther King Jr. Day to Raw Cookie Dough Makes the Crying Stop Day and slashed funding for men’s reproductive health and made football illegal. And when football is illegal, only the terrorists will play football. Fine. I get it, all-you-people-who-are-totally-not-sexist. You are beacons of equality and tolerance, and I would be honored to serve as your sex- ottoman/chicken-nugget-delivery-system. Feminism is dead. Ding-dong.
But she does like the movie. Just not the advertising.
This, in contrast to Jessica Hopper’s review of Salt on her new “I Saw That” blog of bad movie reviews (bad movies, good reviews), which she describes as:
4 Tha Patriarchal Rape Fantasy N U
a phrase I totally love.