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If I had a hammer...
Feb. 15th, 2009 10:58 pmJesus H. Christ on a biscuit.
First I watched the premiere of Dollhouse yesterday, and had to endure those fucking sleazebag fanboy porno fantasy promos with Eliza Dushku at every commercial break, not to mention the peppy little "let us show you some T&A so you'll watch our shows while you masturbate" sound bites with ED and Summer Glau. Then I saw something else featuring a Burger King ad (I would point you to it on YouTube except it doesn't seem to be up there yet) where two guys get some new mini-burgers that immediately draw hordes of cooing women thrusting their breasts in the guys' faces and climbing all over them to get to the cute widdle burgers, they're so adorable. With lots of close-up shots of the women's cleavage, natch, on special words like "look at them!"
We never really will make progress, will we? Dollhouse just worked every last feminist nerve I had -- particularly Echo's supposedly competent professional woman who comes into the first meeting wearing six-inch Christian Laboutins, a pencil skirt, and a shirt that couldn't be any tighter undone to her braline. I just... I don't. WHAT. Every time I hear Joss say he's a feminist, I'm going to flash on that, as well as the fact that the men are all dressed at the Dollhouse, and the women wear the skimpiest stuff they can get away with on network TV.
You know, it's really easy to hate men for this crap, since they're responsible for it, but I also really hate it when women sign up for this shit too. Shame on them.
First I watched the premiere of Dollhouse yesterday, and had to endure those fucking sleazebag fanboy porno fantasy promos with Eliza Dushku at every commercial break, not to mention the peppy little "let us show you some T&A so you'll watch our shows while you masturbate" sound bites with ED and Summer Glau. Then I saw something else featuring a Burger King ad (I would point you to it on YouTube except it doesn't seem to be up there yet) where two guys get some new mini-burgers that immediately draw hordes of cooing women thrusting their breasts in the guys' faces and climbing all over them to get to the cute widdle burgers, they're so adorable. With lots of close-up shots of the women's cleavage, natch, on special words like "look at them!"
We never really will make progress, will we? Dollhouse just worked every last feminist nerve I had -- particularly Echo's supposedly competent professional woman who comes into the first meeting wearing six-inch Christian Laboutins, a pencil skirt, and a shirt that couldn't be any tighter undone to her braline. I just... I don't. WHAT. Every time I hear Joss say he's a feminist, I'm going to flash on that, as well as the fact that the men are all dressed at the Dollhouse, and the women wear the skimpiest stuff they can get away with on network TV.
You know, it's really easy to hate men for this crap, since they're responsible for it, but I also really hate it when women sign up for this shit too. Shame on them.
