She's too close to see if for herselfFirst off, I'm going to begin by addressing Margot directly. My beautiful, dear, sweet, fantastic Barbie, you did very well. We saw what they made you do. How they made themselves look. How they paraded themselves before you showing us all constantly that representation was never going to exist. We saw Will Ferrell's big face as Mr. Big and knew by the testosterone air sample in that scene that they were sending a very direct and not hidden message at all to our children. Not just our girls, but our children. Regardless of the accuracy and sublimacy of which you portayed everyone's favorite beloved iconic doll, the movie sadly wasn't that much about you, her. You, Margot deserved more than just a nod or nomination, you deserve the gold statue dearest, you do. And for all of us out here who love Barbie and you by osmosis, we can see you were robbed. To Kate. I love you. And fuck what they did to you and then ignored you as well. It's beyond my capacity as a sentient being on this planet how a movie for women, made with women, wasn't actually about women and now you too, too close to see, are also robbed. I'm sorry Hollywood is full of shitheals who hate women enough to give a man an award for a women's movie. I know it pales to soothe, but in kind, we had a women's march here and the male run press completely ignored us. I mean, completely. To all, I guess I'm not surprised the testosterone fueled Hollywood elites would play it this way. Disregard the women the movie was craving to represent but failed at miserably. My best friend loved it, so for her, I loved it too. Then I loved it for the actresses. Then I loved it for the costuming. But no fellas. There wasn't one moment for me during the "male review" where they dominated the stage and tried to eek out a spectacular dance number that would attempt to rival Grease's, "Beauty School Dropout." I dropped out. I didn't like the movie. When I sat in my seat at the theater, I didn't applaud at the end like I did for the new Color Purple! Which I might add, John Baptiste who is winning awards like crazy, never once stood up and took over from Shug. Notta once. Instead, he sat and played while Shug sang. I tell you what, Ken needed to not be in this movie so much. Ken needed to shut up more. NOT LESS. Ken and his harmy of fucking Kens dominated. DOMINATED! Plainly stated, in spite of all our favorite actresses best efforts, Barbie was a movie about Ken. How do we know? Ryan got the nomination. Again, I'm boycotting these awards. They are tone deaf and can't understand that the world is solidly being run by women. Open your damn eyes. I can't support an awards show that can't recognize who's in power. No, but go on with your bad selves giving dudes nominations for female empowerment movies. go on I'm more than a "little" pissed!it might be more than oneI've decided that for Self Preservation I'm making one small change. I guess I'm not insisting the rest of the world comply, that would be vastly arrogant. So if you're reading this, what you read in my college paper isn't a typo. I wrote it that way on purpose, added the new word to my dictionary and for humor-me sake, I ask you to add it to yours. Now, going the one step further and incorporating my suggestion into your world, that would be lovely, but not necessary. The decision is yours either way. My first colloquial language edit is to replace the "c" in most words that has an ess (S) sound. Words like practise, avarise and the like. I am not touching words that end with "ace" as I will be leaving Ace to itself. Translation of ace to ase crosses a cultural appropriation boundary that I'm not willing to bridge at this time. Another wordsmith is welcome to take that plunge and I will follow that suit when it presents. Without going into too much defending of my chosen position, I will simply refer you to other languages and surmise that my comfort level is here. This is how I'm choosing to represent myself in language. I anticipate this will continue to shift. *inserting room to grow*
Looking back is for others. It's a practice that I was specifically taught in the urban villages I found myself, not to partake in. To look back, or to allow others who are not engaged in everyday life with you, is to lend your energy to people who might not be worthy to receive your attention. I was trained by church elders that we never turn our heads to the left or to the right until we are prepared to engage. If we don't wish to engage, do not turn your head. For anyone. Ever. I was trained by my elder circle that my energy was precious. It was necessary to guard my energy and not freely give others access to parts of your soul that are reserved for ourselves, our circle or our community. Out of the corner of my eye, |
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