Scary Movie is a sexist and racist mess

Earlier today, I found myself browsing through Netflix and stumbled across Scary Movie, the 2000 “comedy” parodying teenage slasher and horror flicks. I’d seen the movie years ago, but was too young to understand the jokes and horror references. Now, as a 23 year old, I was less than pleased.

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The movie pokes fun at Scream and I know what you did last Summer, at the expense of young women and black people.

Marlon Wayans portrays Shorty Meeks, a black, stoner teenager who has a juvenile sense of humour and is stoned for most of the movie. Stereotype #1: black guy is a waster who contributes nothing to society.

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Anna Faris portrays Cindy Campbell, a somewhat clueless teenage girl whose boyfriend keeps pressuring her to have sex. Stereotype #2: teenage girl holds virginity as “precious” and “valuable”.

Throughout the movie, her boyfriend (Jon Abrahams as Bobby Loomis) persistently pressures her, mainly to perform oral sex on him. While the group of teenagers are driving together, their mutual friend (Lochlyn Munro as Greg Cox) stands up from the back of the car outside the ceiling window. Meanwhile, Bobby takes his penis out in the driver seat and tries to convince Cindy to go near it. While Greg is hanging out of the car, he steps on Cindy and forces her head down on top of Bobby’s dick. Bobby eggs Cindy on while she is essentially forced into his lap. This – the lack of consent and objectification of women – is seen as a “joke”.

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Later on in the movie, Cindy finally “gives in” and has sex with Bobby. During foreplay, Bobby keeps pushing Cindy’s head down to his crotch, again trying to force her to perform oral sex on him.

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On top of that, Greg frequently assaults Cindy throughout the movie. He beats her up out of anger, or to demonstrate a point.

So, what have we learned? That Scary Movie makes a satire out of sexual consent and domestic violence against women.

The white men remain characters in their own right, and are not stereotyped as a group in society.

I know, I know. It’s “comedy”, and “a satire”. But, at this expense? Satire is based on truth, on real life. Comedy that makes fun of sensitive issues such as these, in my opinion, is comedy in bad taste.

 

 

 

Feminist Myths Debunked

Myth #1 Feminists hate men.

Quite the contrary. You see, feminists strive for gender equality. This means that a proper feminist recognises the inequalities of both genders and discusses them to raise awareness and encourage progression. In fact, feminism is primarily about the issue of gender! Both, and all, genders! It has the word “feminine” in the word itself, so people shrug and scratch, and label feminism as a “women’s issue”.

It is a gender issue! Women in general suffer more inequality than men throughout the world, which is why we call it feminism. We of course recognise the male issues also and we focus on all issues! The right feminists do…

Myth #2 Feminists are angry or on their periods.

This goes back to the notion we all have, men and women, that females should be soft, delicate, reserved and… not very opinionated. Look pretty, girls, look pretty… It has become so normal for us to think of women as strictly either weak, sexual or potential mothers that we still have not gotten to the stage in the 21st century where we value a woman’s brain. Wow Aisling, what kind of people are you speaking to! Of course I value a woman’s brain! I’m sure you do. Wonderful! It would be helpful if the general, mainstream society did the same. #kthanksbye

Myth #3 Feminists think they are oppressed when they couldn’t possibly have any more entitlements.

Feminists themselves generally do not feel oppressed. They do however feel there are issues and restrictions regarding gender that may, possibly, I dunno, like, oppress ya. ‘Cause ya know, it’s only been happening a few hundred years and all that jazz. It’s like saying Irish Catholics think they are oppressed when they couldn’t possibly be less oppressed. Hello, culturally-mandatory-baptism-of-baby and condemnation-of-homosexuals, how ya doin’? You’re not feeling oppressed, are you? Are you???? Good, didn’t think so… #awks

Myth #4 Feminists are usually fat and ugly.

Fan girl moment, but have you seen Laci Green? #justsaying. Feminists can be, and are in actuality, of any shape and size…and level of physical attractiveness. In fact, my dearest male viewers, did you know that men can be feminists too? #shockhorror. I jest of course. The reason this myth exists is just another way of dismissing feminism as a valid movement. In other words, people spew out this myth as another way of deciding a woman’s personal happiness is, of course, determined by her physical attractiveness. Unfortunately, due to our sexist media, women will often judge themselves based primarily on physical appearance. But this is, of course, hugely damaging. It is also, of course, a subject for a totes different blog…

Myth #5 Male feminists are gay or womanly.

Do I even need to try and debunk this one? My IQ just dropped significantly (temporarily, I hope) from writing it, then reading it back over again. Phew, I’m feeling dizzy just glancing at it through my computer screen…

Again, we use this myth because a fem word is associated as being strictly feminine. (Whereas the word manager could apply to both genders… #justsayin

So yeah, anyone can be feminist, is what I was trying to say. Ya get me?!

Why I’m A Feminist

Caution: contains some language as reference/quotes.

Gender Roles.

In society, females are born into a world that will constantly put pressure on them throughout their lifetime. Pressure to be beautiful, pressure to be sexy. Pressure to bear children, pressure to be emotional and maternal. Pressure to keep a good home, pressure to look after the men that surround them.

Equally, males are born with the expectation they will be “men”. Pressure to be dominant, successful, strong, independent, high-earning, emotionally-absent figures of authority.

When we try to challenge these gender roles that been involuntarily assigned to us, the people around us seem to think we’re crazy, weird or just “different”.

I am a feminist because I would prefer to live in a world where every human being, regardless of their race, gender or sexual orientation, can become whatever person they damn well want to be. Without being questioned or disliked for it.

Rape Culture

Both men and women are raped in this destructive world. But what is rape? It seems that through the media we are exposed to, the lines have become very blurred as to what rape or sexual assault is.

We are programmed to think that we are not actually being sexually assaulted at all if we’re not actually being raped. In fact, women in today’s world experience casual sexual harassment in their normal lives and don’t even question it, because it has become so normal to us.

All you have to do is watch some modern music videos from big artists to see some casual sexual harassment and objectification. The R’n’B genre particularly features dominant male leads singing about “hoes” and “bitches” and “fucking them”. We’ve become so numb to it that we don’t even question it anymore.

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But the music video that particularly comes to mind of course is “Blurred Lines” by Robin Thicke. I have never seen such blatant sexual objectification in mainstream music. In a nutshell, the lyrics and music video describe men chasing women to have sex with regardless of whether they have consent or not. “I know you want it” is repeatedly played throughout the pop song; a common opinion held in society, which ultimately contributes to rape culture like nothing else.

Any sexual activity between two parties must be consensual. This does not just refer to vaginal sex. This refers to any sexual contact. Otherwise, it’s sexual assault.

Mainstream media such as this is a big reason as to why I’m a feminist. I would love to see women being represented as equals in the media (men do not have to be dehumanized in the process to make this happen.)

3. Men and women in business

“European Commission statistics show that Irish women earn, on average, 14.4 per cent less than men.”

“In 2009, men in Ireland had an average income of €34,317 while the average for women was €25,103, or 73.1 per cent of men’s income.”

In the United States: “Today, women earn about 81 cents on the dollar compared to men — a gap that results in hundreds of thousands of dollars in lost wages. For African-American women and Latinas, the pay gap is even greater.”

These statistics are worrying. Some will turn around and say that it is “the fault of women”, that “no-one is stopping them from progressing in their field”. But this is simply not the case.

It is a direct product of our upbringing and our society that women do not make the same numbers professionally as men do.

As women, we are taught to only have a certain amount of ambition. We are taught to be modest, silent. Men are taught that they should be as successful as they possibly can be, without feeling guilt or pressure in their personal/family lives. Women, on the other hand, are indirectly taught that their ultimate focus should be their family; that their career should always come second.

I am a feminist because I would like to see both women and men equally reaching the top of their profession in the modern world. Women aren’t making it to the top post in any field. I can’t just step back and accept that as being normal.

A world where both men and women are equally represented would be a better world.

Why am I a feminist? These reasons, and many more. I encounter casual sexism on a daily basis. Often, not towards me personally, but towards other women and indeed men. I see women being catcalled for just walking to and from class. I see men listen intently to other men but not to women. I see women being spoken to differently. I see other women treat other men like they’re messy, untidy etc without even knowing if they are or not.

I am about equality. I’m not a “feminazi” (whatever that term means.) I am a human being in a misogynist world.

I would like to be a feminist without having to put down men in the process. I do not hate men or disrespect them. But on the same token I do not hate or disrespect my fellow women; yet I still somehow see them being represented as inferior. Sexually inferior, professionally inferior, socially inferior.

I would like to live in a world where women could be taken seriously without being judged first and foremost by their appearance.

Would you?

We should all be feminists, as Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie would argue.

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My Goodbye Speech Should The World End 21st December 2012

 

Let’s be honest – the likelihood of the world ending tomorrow is more or less non existent. But, if you’re like me, you’re used to things NOT going to plan. This is why I have decided to take this opportunity to look back on my last NEARLY 20 years alive, and reflect on the good, the bad and the WTF’s.

Firstly though, I feel it justified to express my sincere regret and feelings of victimisation at having NOT hit the magic 20. Yes, my birthday is 9th January, and this guesstimation for the world to end couldn’t have come on more of a teasing date – 19 days until I was due to officially turn 20! I feel so hard-done by! I mean, I was so close to having reached the old and decrepit milestone of two decades.

But that’s the way the cookie crumbles.

Enough dwelling, now let’s hit the juicy stuff. That’s right, reflection. On my last nearly 20 years on the Earth.

The Good Times

1. Let’s start with the obvious (although it’s obvious that doesn’t take away from its importance!) I was born to a good family, always had a home, food, drink, etc. I was not born into poverty, murdered, abused in any way. In this sense, I have been extremely lucky, and I am grateful for this. I have never had to worry about disease, I still have both of my parents. I didn’t have any childhood traumatic experience which greatly effected by current well-being. In this respect, I have been blessed compared to other unfortunate souls. Some children just want to be loved for Christmas. Some babies die from illness, or worse, murder and abuse. I would give my life for them to have lived, because I’ve had nearly 20 years and they haven’t gotten to live life at all. Tragic.

2. I am a hyper individual and I’ve always been able to cheer other people up. This may be something small but I do feel it is significant. I’ve not always been able to cheer myself up with the same strategy, but my mother used to call me a born entertainer, which was possibly more accurate when I was a child. Currently, many know me by my loud laughter, eccentricity and hyperactivity. For quite some time, I was self-conscious about this. But now, as someone who has experienced nearly two decades on the planet, I can see that maybe I contributed more to other people than I realised. Maybe I have cheered people up, helped them etc on a wider level which I was not even aware of at the time. This, to me, is something I can safely celebrate without sounding big-headed (Even if I do, there’s no point changing now. I’m due to die tomorrow, as are the rest of you!)

3. Obviously my personal achievements, although I regret that I have not even fully explored my interests nor had the time to do so in such a short time in the world. However, I have written numerous poems, one of which was published (I don’t mean to brag) and others which are of a generally melancholic theme, which can be found online at  http://allpoetry.com/AislingKell I’ve had a lot of people compliment me in this regard, which has been wonderful. However, I feel that at the young age of nearly 20 I still have a bundle load of poetry inside of me which I still need to write; but which have not been written yet due to a lack of life experience in many areas. Secondly, I would like to reflect over my Youtube Channel. I started the channel in 2011, and started doing vlogs and such. Now, it’s not a very successful channel, but through it I began getting interested in video-making, editing and scriptwriting in particular, which is what made me decide to go to college and study it there. I got into a college and studied a PLC course in TV and Film, then got into an Institute of Technology to study TV and Media Production; so yes, I would regard these as achievements (Getting into college is an achievement, right?) You can find my Youtube channel at http://www.youtube.com/AshyShash Also I’d like to recognise my creativity in many areas although I am self critical and realise that if I wasn’t as lazy, I would’ve expressed my creativity a lot better in the last nearly 20 years.

I won’t harp on about The Good Times anymore as I’m sure it’s rather boring. Besides, I have had many good times and trying to remember all of them in detail here would be impossible. But I will conclude this section in two blissful words – Santa Clause (and of course other childhood heroes – the epitome of the good times for me.)

The Bad Times

I am not a believer of dwelling on bad parts of my life. But I will briefly touch on this (I’ll spare the details) Growing up wasn’t always easy. I had low self-esteem, I suffered with bad depression, I had no self worth. All of this became very bad when I was around 17 years old, but thankfully through medical help and support from my family, I overcame the majority of my demons, and should they arise again, I deal with them in a much more productive way. Aside from this, I cannot think of any other major bad times in my life. I have had ill family members but it has never been anything too serious. Finances have always been hard, especially where college is concerned. But my family and I have always been able to manage, even if we’re short a few bob, which is fantastic.

How I saw the next 20 years going

I have/had all sorts of plans of how the future was going to go for me. Obviously, I was going to graduate college, in 2015 to be precise. Then I am/was going to travel. I want to go everywhere, I know everyone says that, but I LITERALLY want to go everywhere. Wherever I go, I’ll go with an open mind and have a job in TV production hopefully, and meet a lot of friends while traveling. In my mid 20’s or so I’ll calm down the traveling a bit and settle into one place, perhaps back to Ireland. But only if the economy has improved by this time. I would have liked to meet someone and have children, but I wouldn’t have liked to get married, at least not in a traditional ceremony performed by a Priest (Let’s not get into that) I’d have one or two children and I have no idea what they would have been like but I haven’t thought that far ahead because really, who the hell knows? I would have liked a nice house, materialistic stuff, not A LOT of money, but over enough money to just survive. I haven’t really thought about much else in the future. I suppose that’s why you’re not supposed to plan your future and you’re just supposed to live in the moment.

 

Yes, there is a lot I would’ve done differently. But I’ve had my chance, I lived it. Maybe I didn’t always live it right, but I lived it my way, mistakes an’ all!

It was lovely knowing everyone, of course! See you on the other side!

 

The Difference Between ‘Dole Scum’ and Unemployed People

Like most other people in Ireland, I’m fully aware of the unemployment crisis we’re faced with. When you switch on the news, there it is. “The unemployment rate has risen, there are approximately xxx unemployed adults in Ireland”, etc.

It’s frightening to think that emigration may be the only option for me, and countless others my age. That is, of course, if we want the right job, and we want it badly enough that we would be prepared to change our entire lifestyles for it.

Alternatively, we can remain in Ireland, vegetate, and collect Jobseeker’s Allowance, while constantly applying for job vacancies, and receiving rejection after rejection along the way. Unfortunately, this is what is happening to people in Ireland. And this isn’t a new trend. It’s been happening on the increase for a number of years now.

So, what’s the point in going to college? What’s the point in getting a degree? What’s the point in training in any area? What’s the point in writing those ‘What I want to be when I grow up’ essays in Primary School? So, at the end of it all, we all have a life of unemployment and constant rejection from the workforce?

There is no point denying that the future is bleak for the youth of Ireland. We will all remain Irish, but sadly the majority of us will remain Irish in another country. We will scatter ourselves unevenly along the globe, not out of choice, but out of necessity. Our ambition for employment will lead us from our heritage, from our homes, from our families, from our friends.

The cruelty of what is happening is immense. Parents are being forced to leave their young children in order to provide for them in different countries. Families are being torn apart. And for what? Money.

Understandably, many young people have lost their drive to learn, to get a good career, to get trained, to get into the workforce. Why would they bother doing any of that when they could sign on for the dole, get money without having to work for it, and thus live a casual and easy lifestyle until they rot away in their own pool of excrement.

So, there you have it, the two equally depressing options young people face in the near future. I am currently in college, as many others my age are. Remaining in education during this economic crisis is a less depressing option than sitting at home and signing on till doomsday comes. But, all this talk brings me to the question, is it wrong to be on the dole? And, why is it that so many employed individuals generally despise the unemployed? Clearly, the reason for this is that their hard-earned wages are being ripped to shreds; with an unjust portion being taxed, and this tax thus goes straight to the unemployed so they can live. Essentially, employed people are paying for unemployment to even exist.

However, it baffles me to discover that so many employed Irish people remain to despise the unemployed, even now in such a crippling economy. Surely, these same hard workers should be able to apply some compassion and understanding of the situation, and realise that the majority of unemployed people in Ireland today ARE NOT the ‘dole scum’ they possibly once were. So, what’s the difference between ‘dole scum’ and unemployed people?

Quite simply, unemployed people are, in my opinion, the Irish who have the desire to be employed, but cannot find employment. These same individuals collect Jobseeker’s Allowance, but would much prefer to be working. They apply for vacancy after vacancy, but are never successful. They are genuine struggling unemployed people. Any one of you, anyone at all, could lose your job any day or any month. And yes, I am speaking to the snobby Irish workers who turn their noses down on the unemployed. Even now, you dare to look down on unemployed people. All you have to do is switch on the news, read a newspaper, look outside, talk to your neighbours, and you will discover that unemployment is becoming a part of our very existence in Ireland. Please have some understanding, compassion and realisation that the same thing could happen to you any week now. Your job could just be snatched from you. There are budget cuts every left, right and centre and you may be one of the unfortunate individuals who gets cut from the company. And then what will you do? Become homeless instead of ‘getting handouts’ to live? Of course not, you will have no choice but to sign on for the dole until you can find another job.

The ‘dole scum’ however, are the unemployed Irish who have absolutely no desire to work, who would happily live off benefits for the rest of their lives. They are the lazy wasters of our country who happily sit back and let taxpayers nationwide fund their cushy lifestyles. We all know who they are. We’ve all seen them. They’re generally the rednecks of your town who expect special treatment from everyone because they feel they are ‘socially disadvantaged’. The ‘dole scum’ of Ireland often go around in clumps, and do not associate themselves with other kinds of people. They are tightly knitted together and are often all related to one another and live closely together. They get a free council house without much hassle because they are who they are, they get free health and education because of who they are. They may get a higher dole than genuine cases because they are who they are.

They are constantly rewarded for doing nothing, and they are sheltered from the real world by the very system that is social welfare.

Now, please do not feel I’m being prejudiced or ignorant. I understand that there are a variety of reasons why people could be unemployed. Illness is a classic example, and because of various illnesses some people will never be able to work, so they have no choice but to survive on benefits. Another example could be invalid citizenship. The individual may have emigrated to Ireland from another country and may not be legally able to work in Ireland for various reasons regarding legislation.

Please understand that when I refer to the ‘dole scum’, I refer only to a small percentage of unemployed people in Ireland. This is because I realise it’s different now. It’s not like how it used to be, about ten years ago, when there were more jobs, when there were more opportunities. It’s not like then, when being unemployed was entirely socially unacceptable, and all unemployed people were referred to as ‘dole scum’ without even the slightest insight into the individual’s situation.

I know a lot of people who are unemployed at the minute, including myself. I’m in college full-time but I, like countless others, am finding it incredibly difficult to find part-time work to help support myself in college.

Being unemployed should no longer be looked down upon. Those of you who turn your noses down on the unemployed, those of you in Ireland, need to open your eyes and realise the reality of the situation. We’re not all dole scum. They’re not all dole scum. In fact, the majority of them are just helpless people who are the result of a hopeless economy and rising unemployment. They would rather be working. They don’t enjoy getting handouts.

So yes, it does confuse me how this snobbery can still exist in such an economically hopeless society. It does confuse me how compassion and understanding appears to have been lost. It does confuse me that being on the dole is still something that is frowned upon, when it is not even a choice for many people anymore.

We’re faced with two bleak options – the dole or emigration.

What to do with your life

Let’s face it, very few of us know what we want to do with our lives. From the minute we enter teenage-hood, there are pressures and expectations hitting us in the face to go to college and so forth. Consequently, we have college drop outs or youngsters packing their bags for the sole purpose of partying for three years. But, how do we as a nation rectify this problem?

Personally, I feel it is not the duty of the higher authorities; but the duty of the individual himself. Young people need to get the courage back to say “no” to college if they want to, to say “yes” to being an artist. Unfortunately, it is made difficult when the pressures of college are shoved down their throats at such an early age.

A wise woman once told me that if you’re ever struggling to know what you want to do with your life, you should return to childhood. As a child, what was your lifetime goal? To be a singer, dancer, comedian? To be an ice-cream truck driver, a fireman, a vet, a policeman, a secretary, an estate agent, the President of Ireland or a factory worker? I’m sure most of us have memories of our childhood goals in life. I recall wanting to be a hairdresser or a vet. As I grew older, I continued to like hair, but realised I wouldn’t like to pursue a career in the area. As for being a vet, I wouldn’t have a clue about the animal biology, and it would kill me to have to deal with sick animals, because I love animals.

You may think my example is a bit silly. But the point I am trying to make is we should ALL attempt to resort back to our childhood goals. Because generally they were truth, and they were passionate. We all may decide to pursue a different path in later life, but our childhood goals contained a passion in which we so often lose whilst growing up. So, recall your childhood passion. How did you feel when you wanted to be an internationally rich and famous singer? Did you feel confident, passionate and sure it would happen? If so, you need to get this mentality back. In order to succeed, we all need an element of that childlike passion and confidence.

What do you want to do with your life? Well, if you’re 12 years old and you don’t know… That is NORMAL. Don’t allow a peer or teacher to tell you otherwise. And as for those people in your class who claim they want X, Y and Z from life, they’re not sure. Trust me, they’re not sure. It’s good they have an idea, it’s good they have a goal. But in a matter of years, months or even days everything could change for this person. Don’t feel bad if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. Because the truth is, no-one knows until they are actually doing it. A medicine student could spend eight years training to be a doctor, then when qualified realise it’s not what they even want to do. Now, many of them will decide to stick with it nonetheless. The fact that thousands of euro was invested into their education, and the fact that they will now be on a very high wage for some time MAY be what will keep them there.

But how happy will they be? It seems we live in a nation where happiness is put secondary to a good job. But why is this the case? Out of my life, I want to have happiness! Being financially comfortable would be an advantage of course, but what would be the point if I didn’t even enjoy the job?

How many burnt out teachers do you know? I’ve encountered plenty. These people became teachers and went to work in the field, only then to discover they didn’t even like it. Undoubtedly, a secure job kept them there, even though they remained miserable for several years in the profession. And then, a poor innocent 13 year old gets landed with the bitter teacher – the burnt out teacher. And suddenly, his life is stressful and panicked because the bitter, burnt out teacher takes out her frustration on the child.

Why don’t these same teachers quit? Seems logical to me. Why remain in a painfully hard and unsatisfactory profession just for the pay?

It’s not just teachers or doctors. You see it across the whole working force. Equally, you encounter cashiers and waitresses who are bubbly, kind and happy in their post; although undoubtedly, they were discouraged from entering the field in the first place by the education system and their families. So, the point I’m trying to make is… Please do what you want to do. Forget about the wage for a minute. If you’re planning on being a doctor because of the pay, snap out of it. If your lifetime ambition was to be a builder, or a painter, or a cashier, or a postman – then go for it. I’ve been through the education system, and they have discouraged certain career paths. Which is rubbish. Do what you wish to do – always.

If you’re young and you don’t know what you want to do, do not jump into anything. You’ll end up regretting it in later life; and you’ll become bitter and resentful to the wisecrack who made the decision for you in the first place.

Be happy. Happiness is priceless. Money may buy you stability, but too much of it is unnecessary, and shouldn’t be enough to draw you into any life path. Don’t be miserable in a fancy job. Get out there, explore, have fun, live and learn. After that, the rest is easy as ABC.