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Freeing myself from the shackles

I’m considering taking my cable box in to Time Warner tomorrow and canceling my cable (but not my internet).  I watch TV too mindlessly, and I pay a lot for really only a handful of shows that I watch with any regularity.  And those I can actually watch on the internet; anything else, I can get through Netflix.

I figure I can save myself $60 a month doing this, and if I switch to a prepaid cell phone, I can save another $25 and be free of Verizon’s yoke (they keep calling me to get me into another 2-year contract.  Um, no).

And maybe, just maybe, I’ll start knitting again for real.

Credit where credit is due

I watch a lot of Discovery Channel shows, and one of the things that’s always bugged me is the dearth of women on them, especially as they indulge their hardon for Manly Men in Manly-Men occupations.  Mythbusters has broken my heart by getting rid of Scottie and interns Christine and Jess, a welder and two engineers, and keeping Kari.  Who, while she pulls her weight and does a good job blowing things up, seems to have passed the producers’ test because of her looks rather than her skills.  The message seems to be that you can be accepted as the exceptional woman in the boys’ club by being hawt.

But now they have a new show, Time Warp, which seems to be quietly challenging that male dominance.  The basic premise of the show is to do various things and film them with high-speed cameras so that they can be played back very slowly and you can see what’s going on.   They’ve slowed down water droplets, wet dogs shaking off, a pole vaulter, car crashes, etc.  I started watching because some of the slo-mo over the credits looked really cool.

The hosts are two guys, Jeff and Matt.  Matt’s the high-speed camera guy, and Jeff is some kind of unspecified scientist and artist.  The show is based in Boston, and they use a lot of local experts to do various things or explain various things for the cameras.

But here’s the cool part:  a lot of those experts are women.  The pole vaulter, for example, and two archers (who were actually girls, since they were Junior Olympians), a pool player, a woman who was doing something with nails and steel-toed boots (I just caught the end of it last night).  And there are more pictured in the credits, but I haven’t seen all those shows.

I have to say, I’m impressed (I’d be even more impressed if there were more people of color included as well).  Given that the default expert is almost always male unless it’s a particularly “female” area of knowledge, the fact that they use women as experts for things that men do as well is very encouraging to me.  And they don’t make a big deal of it, either, it’s just, “So-and-so is a nationally ranked pool player who has won this and that title,” “Frick and Frack are archers who compete in the Junior Olympics,” “Thus-and-so is a pole vaulter on the University of Massachusetts track team.”

It’s a small thing, but it matters.  It matters because it shows women having skills, being expert at those skills, and being recognized for that expertise.  It shows that women can be accepted as authority figures.

And as for Mythbusters, they’ve gone from having a cast that was half female to doing a Kill Bill movie myth that was specifically about a woman (Uma Thurman being buried alive and punching out of the casket) and then using a male martial arts expert to determine whether “you” could punch through the casket and how much force could be generated.  Boo.

Happy consumermas!

Is anyone else quite as intensely irritated by all those Christmas luxury car and jewelry ads?  And do people actually *give* luxury vehicles and significant pieces of jewelry for Christmas?

Name that innuendo!

Go visit Terrance for a commercial from New Zealand that brings the double entendres.

All I can say is, I’m not surprised a gay guy had to look up “beef curtains.” ;)

Why I love James Wolcott

From his takedown of a review of Californication:

The sex romps are setups for Hank’s kissoff lines and parting shots, some of which are so nasty they’re like being spat upon. “Consider yourself defiled,” he says to one babe as he brings their session to a premature close, and he tells the wife of a producer he’s just laid (who had the nerve to insult him that the movie adaptation of Hank’s novel was better than the novel itself), “Not only are you a cadaverous lay, you have shitty taste in movies.” “Have you ever heard someone refer to a lover as a ‘cadaverous lay’? I doubt it,” beams Doug Elfman* in the Chicago Sun Times. “That’s a mark of clever, original writing.”

No, it’s not, it’s the hoofprint of misogyny, the same half-quip, half-sneer of hip misogyny knocking around in so many Hollywood comedies about manchildren with low metabolisms. I feel sorry for the actresses cast in Californication, who not only perform nude scenes–something many actresses are wary about, knowing those clips will be pasted forever on the internet–but then have their characters dispatched with a crude insult that adds a special spicy dash of indignity for the drive home. Yes, they knew what they were getting into, but even so–Shampoo didn’t rubbish its actresses that way. That Hank gets his comeuppance now and then doesn’t dispel the smog of contempt that permeates the pores of nearly everybody on this show for the crime of not living up to the ideals Hank supposedly possessed before the sin of selling out turned him into a husk of a writer attached to a roving penis.

Swoon!

Thank you! Contempt for women for the crime of having sex is not adult at all — it’s a sniggering adolescent’s conception of what adults do when they’re having sex, a fantasy of revenge against all those girls who dared have their own preferences when the writers were back in high school trying to score.

What would be really revolutionary, really adult — and frankly, in our present social climate, really transgressive — would be a show about amoral people who have sex or don’t, as the spirit moves them, but don’t get tangled up in bitterness, reproachfulness or recriminations. Or guilt.

The closest TV ever came to that recently was Samantha on SATC, and it was clear that she was a cartoon, who eventually got her comeuppance for her years of unapologetic sportfucking by contracting cancer and having to endure the guilt-tripping of her sex-columnist friend.

Sneaky feminism on the teevee

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While I was sad when Kat von D got fired from Miami Ink in a really shitty way, I was happy that I no longer had any reason to watch the show, since Ami James annoyed me so much. And I was even happier when I found out that Kat’s got a new show of her own, LA Ink.

She’s a phenomenally talented artist, and a success in a male-dominated field. So it was very happy-making for me to see that the crew she assembled for her new shop is mostly female, and deliberately so.

Even better, they talk about being women in a male-dominated field, and at least one of the artists, Hannah Aitchison, talked about pin-ups being an ironic acknowledgement of women’s traditional roles that can be enjoyed because we no longer are so tightly bound to them.

That’s not to say it’s perfect — Kat spoke of Corey Miller, a veteran tattoo artist and the only man on the crew, being a good influence if the women are “all PMSing,” for example — but just hearing the word “empowering” coming from a woman on TV, non-ironically, is an amazing thing. Especially on a network that’s pitching a lot of its programming to men by being as macho as possible, and featuring women, if at all, as self-sacrificing mothers or freaks-of-the-week.

As if Jacob’s Battlestar Galactica recaps weren’t enough to make me love TwoP

Check out what The Editors have done with ABC’s new show, Fat March.