Thursday, September 22, 2011

Gross Point Romy and Michelle

Final thoughts on my high school reunion.  There are no friends like the ones you grew up with.  The ones who saw you cry when you fell out of the tree, knew that your brother played the trumpet badly,  that your mom was the one who would give us all cookies, or that your dad was the one who was killed by a semi truck.  The playground friends, the ones who picked you on your ability to play dodgeball, or solve math problems.  Mostly they picked you cuz' they liked you and accepted who you were.

I remember these people as if they were clear jewels in my childhood.  Kevin Carter's crystal blue eyes. Kim's smoker laugh even at age 8, and Wendy who lived next door and how absolutely funny she was (and still is).  Michele who lived on the corner who had to wear a back brace and oh so much more.  Mostly I remember how much I loved them then, and still do now.

We remember these people and things more clearly thean we remember the high school slights, the mean girls, the keggers that were supposed to be "so fun" that weren't.  They just ended in drama, all the time.  I, very luckily, seem to have had a lobotomy about most of those people.  I don't remember them, and when I remember them, I will forget them very quickly.  Again.

The ones I do remember were already friends on Facebook, because we had always been friends.  A few were friends of friends, and a few I made friends with in High School and immediately shared a sense of humor with.  One woman I was friends with solely on Facebook even though we went to high school together, and I think she is the funniest person alive.  Some I am friends with now, because it took me so long to be person I am now that I CAN be friends with them.

We all have had grief, broken hearts, bad decisions, and joy filled moments.  When we remember this, and gravitate towards those who also have humor and love in their everyday actions, we are just fine, and it does not take a reunion to know that.

 But it took one to remind me.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Top Six Things VoldeMouse Teaches Children

I am not a fan of the Mouse Who Shall Not Be Named (for fear of defamation lawsuit - think I am kidding, read this). I think the Children's programming is anything but. I think the stories teach hate and subjagation. Strong words? Maybe.

1. There are no Black People in Africa.
Best Example: Tarzan. Is there a SINGLE African in the movie? Where are they? Why are all the people white. Africa is a pretty big country and the jungle isn't so small either. Surely there must be ONE. Instead we have all white characters and primitive animals who talk as comic relief.

2. Domestic Violence is the way to True Love
Best Example: Beauty and the Beast. Belle has to trade herself for her father (nothing sexist there) and tolerate being imprisoned, yelled at, watch her father be physically thrown out into the snow and cut off from all she loves. And the message? If she can just love the Beast enough, he will change.

3. Women are Secondary.
Best example: every single movie. All love interests are incapable of getting themselves out of a jam. They are they to provide justification for the directors and producers that they are catering to little girls. Because all little girls want that (not).

4. Dark people are bad. White people are heroes.
Best example(s): Jafar in Alladin, Scar in the Lion King, Cap'n Hook in Peter Pan, all the Huns and Ghengis Khan in Mulan, and my very favorite, Malificent in Sleeping Beauty. There is a list of movies on the Disney Movie Guide. I counted three protagonists of color in the last five years. Out of 81 movies. 81.

5. Older women are Ugly and Jealous.
Best examples: Urseala in The Little Mermaid, The Evil Queen in Snow White, Everyone in Cinderella, Cruella deVille in 101 Dalmations, The Witch in Tangled, and my very favorite (she truly is magnificent) Malificent in Sleeping Beauty.

6. Mothers are not necessary.
Best examples: Snow White, The Little Mermaid, Peter Pan, Bambi, Cinderella, Mulan, Finding Nemo, Tarzan, and oh, so many others.

You get it.

I want to point out that is is the animated side of That Company, who appears to have bought out a couple of other people based on the movies they are claiming in their list.

When they teamed up with Pixar, things got better, although the formula didn't change much with the buddy movie, Toy Story. It did with the Incredibles and the kick ass Elastigirl ("Leave the saving of the world to the men? I don't THINK so.") Finding Nemo (neurotic dad searches everywhere for disabled son) and Lilo and Stitch (A broken home, but one filled with love- and how do you NOT love Cobra Bubbles?).

When it is just Disney on their own, they still crank out the popular pretty girls as desirable, and the ugly old women as lacking in worth. The white people are always in the forefront, and no moms are real characters.

With Pixar, we at least see the upcoming Brave, in which Merida a Scottish Princess is required to save her people. She fights with her mom, and has to fix it. she is also a bad ass archer.

LOVE.

Let's hope that a love interest, if any, is secondary to her, and she doesn't give up anything cool to be with him.

All the little girls with skinned knees and messy ponytails need this one.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Glass Heel: New site

So first, love the name. It is a play on the idea of the glass ceiling. How do we break the ceiling? By being female, and wearing a glass heel that can spike through the ceiling. Is it possible to be both female, nice, and successful. It is, and I suspect this site is set to show us how. I am looking for some good things from these folks. Molly seems llke a sister, one who gets it. (Hear me, girl?)

Also Cinderella might have worn a Glass Heel rather than a glass slipper. Maybe Cinderella could be pretty and still have it all with or without the Prince.

As I have said before, I have Southern roots, I was a debutante, and like Julia Sugarbaker, I use my intellect as a rapier sharp weapon, but only when someone has been ugly to me first. And then, without using foul language (mostly) I take them down, but only to the point where they need it. I am sometimes called a bitch, but mostly that is from men who are not expecting me to as smart as I am. As you get older, you get used to it, but the anger over being criticized for your intelligence never quite goes away.

I find it disconcerting that women cannot be both nice and powerful. There are a lot of reasons for this, and I can talk about them all. I also want solutions. I have a feeling this site will deliver both to us.

Hope so.