There are a lot of things that we can mock about Trump: his complete ignorance, his poor policies, his inability to go a day without tweeting something that directly contradicts something else he has previously said, the fragility of his toxic masculinity. Pick one, they all work. We don’t have to stoop to body-shaming, and we shouldn’t.
Hey lovely readers! Trigger warnings for discussions of sexual assault in the following piece. If that is (understandably) not your bag, please rejoin me next week, where I will hopefully not be talking about it again.
The first in a three-part special! Today I’ll be introducing the topic and discussing Whedon’s Wonder Woman script, tomorrow I will be discussing allegations from Kai Cole and some other unsavory things, and on Monday I’ll be trying to answer the question, “Do I still get to like watching Buffy?/Whedon’s stuff in general?”
I can count on one hand the times I’ve actually been proud of my state. Our moniker of the Equality State is basically the biggest irony in the “state nickname” game. We have the worst gender wage gap in the country, 93% of the state is white, and when a piece of art on the campus of our only four-year higher education institution dared to criticize the oil and gas industry, said industries forced the removal of said art lest the university lose funding.
Have you ever had one of those weeks where basically nothing goes to plan? Guess what this past week has been for me. On Thursday, I was certain I knew what I wanted to talk about for Feminist Friday this week. I was so pleased, because it was going to be a positive story, one about the increasing representation of queer female characters in comics. (I’m still going to write that one soon, because it makes me happy.)
Then Friday happened.
The Tape happened. ‡