meet the “clucking hen” with “feminist fish-gills”
Now we just need to get her together with the Angry Woman Power Beaver…
Year: 2015
things I learned from this summer’s movies
Important life lessons, everyone…
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London: the Shard and St. Paul’s
I’d never seen the two buildings from this angle, from a position just north of King’s Cross.
Where Are the Women? Me and Earl and the Dying Girl
Women here are mothers, “hot” girls, or are dying of a cancer that isn’t even her own story: it serves only as a life lesson for the male protagonist.
Me and Earl and the Dying Girl movie review: sick of it
The Manic Pixie Dream Girl gets sick, but she can still inspire a man to better himself, while also adding a dash of repugnant narcissism to the subgenre.
Where Are the Women? American Ultra
An unambitious slacker stoner dude who gets unquestioning support to a saintly degree from a perfect girlfriend? Check. *yawn*
American Ultra movie review: Bourne to lose
It’s one joke dragged out for 90 minutes, and while it’s not entirely unamusing, the comedy feels mired in the same stoner fog as its slacker protagonist.
London photo: angry graffiti
In Holborn.
Where Are the Women? The Transporter Refuelled
Appears to believe that if you put a gun in a woman’s hand, it’s not exploitive to also treat her like a sex toy and a decorative object.
