person:amy schumer

  • Atelier Mégèrisme
    Il faudrait des fêtes de l’IVG, fêtes du divorces, fêtes de la ménopause, fêtes du célibat, fête des nullipare, fête du départ des enfants du foyer... Et certainement d’autres dont j’ai pas encore l’idée. En voyant encore une fois que l’IVG est un droit sans cesse contesté grâce @nepthys
    https://seenthis.net/messages/764126

    Je me dit qu’il est urgent de faire des rituels sociaux de valorisation des étapes de la vie des femmes qui ne sont pas dévoué au pénis et à son agrément. Par exemple on pourrait faire des gâteaux d’IVG avec plus de bougies à souffler et plus de cadeaux à recevoir au fur et à mesure du nombre d’avortements réussis. On pourrait offrir un remonte-couille toulousain à l’éjaculateur importun et lui lancer des confettis blancs pour symboliser son incontinence séminale.

    La ménopause party c’est pour se réjouir d’être débarrassé de la fécondité et d’avoir survécu jusque là dans ce monde hostile. Fêter l’entrée des femmes dans le bel age des cheveux gris et se transmettre les conseils et experience sur la ménopause.

    Pour la fête des menstruations, il y a des rituels patriarcaux, la plus part du temps totalement horribles (nouveaux interdits, giffles, mise en quarantaine, violences sexuelles...). Quand je parle de fête des menstruations j’imagine plutot une vrai fete, pas une malédiction sur nos têtes. Par exemple quand plusieurs femmes cohabitantes sont synchronisées ca peut etre l’occasion de célébrations. On pourrais manger et boire des trucs rouges et faire de l’art menstruel entre ami·es en portant des couronnes d’hibiscus.

    Les fêtes de divorce ca permettrais de rassemblé ses proches dans un moment difficile. Ca pourrait se présenté comme un enterrement gaie, en violet couleur du féminisme qui va très bien pour un deuil joyeux et célébration d’une nouvelle liberté et d’un nouveau cycle de vie.

    #mégèrisme #féminisme

    • Sympas l’anniversaire de règles @aude_v et ton resto avec ta fille @monolecte Merci pour vos super pratiques festives et vos témoignages. Je croi que lors de mes premières règles j’ai eu un petit cours sur les protections périodiques et une visite chez le gyneco de ma mère. C’était pas très festif mais ca aurais pu être pire.

      Pour les règles ca peu se fêter à chaque cycle. Quant mes règles arrivent j’ai ce truc de vouloir manger des rognons ou du foie sanguinolent. J’en fait en général un rêve la veille de mes règles ce qui est pratique pour penser à prendre des tampons. J’interprète ca comme l’expression d’une carence en fer ou magnésium mais je suis pas connaisseuse en diététique. @touti m’avais conseillé le houmous avec le boulgour complet, mais j’ai pas encore fait de rêve de houmous ni de boulgour. J’imaginerais bien une belle tranche de foie de veau au vinaigre de framboise comme rituel menstruel, mais c’est pas une idée végétarienne alors je l’ai pas proposé.

      Sinon en version numérique il y a la blogueuse de Volubilis qui fait un poste « There will be blood » à chaque cycle
      par exemple voici les célébrations de ses menstruations de 2018
      https://volublog.blogspot.com/2018/10/there-will-be-blood-2018.html

      C’est quand même cool une fête qu’on peu faire chaque mois, je vais chercher ma voie de menstru-festation avant ma méno-party-pause.


      Merci aussi @rastapopoulos :) un magazine je ne pense pas car c’est trop de trucs administratifs et de coordination de groupe pour moi. mais il y a des chances que j’en fasse un livre un jour. Je me sert déjà souvent des recherches et idées taguées #mégèrisme sur @seenthis pour faire ma rubrique « Mégèrisme » dans la revue HEY ! mais pour le moment je suis plutot orienté sur une histoire des femmes mauvaises (gang de femmes, syndicat d’empoisonneuses, mangeuses d’hommes, bonnes tueuses de maitres et maitresses...), et je suis pas encore passé à la phase « fiche pratique » mais ça va venir.

    • En ce qui concerne les fêtes de divorce : en subissant à l’occasion les klaxons des cortèges de mariage, j’ai souvent pensé : « ils feront moins de bruit pour leur divorce » !

    • @aude_v oui quand je pensait à pire pour le rituel des premières règles c’était une allusion à cette gifle.

      Pour mon refus de manger du foie, c’est comme lorsque je ne succombe pas à un achat pulsionnel pour des raisons politiques. Comme je ne suis pas très mesurée d’une manière générale, c’est comme pour la cigarette, soit je fume comme une cheminée, soit j’arrête de fumer totalement, mais je peu pas fumer modérément. Le houmous me permet d’épargner facilement des vies en ayant l’apport en fer dont j’ai besoin, pas grave si mon inconscient ne fait pas le lien et me fait encore rêver de sang. Si j’en rêve c’est sympas c’est comme si j’en mangeait encore mais sans piquer de reins à personne. L’idée que ca traduise une carence instinctive me semble quant même un peu biaisé, à mon avis c’est plutot que je pense souvent à la viande vu que je m’en prive alors que j’aime bien. Il y a plus de chances que ça soit ma mémoire qui fixe mes fantasmes de rognons sanglants rétrospectivement au moment où je saigne.

      Pour la revue, j’avais bien sur ton témoignage sur l’An 02 en mémoire en écrivant ma réponse.

      @vazi le mariage m’évoque aussi avant tout le divorce. Avec les mariages il y a aussi souvent ces « enterrements de vie de garçon » qu’on décline maintenant en « enterrements de vie de fille » pour donner un aspect égalitaire à cette tradition proxénète. Au XXIeme siècle on pourrais dire « fête pré-nuptial », car « enterrement de vie de » ça renvoie à « la fête des mecs bourrés qui vont chopper en groupe la syphilis avant de la refiler à leurs chères compagnes le lendemain soir ».

      @monolecte c’est vrai que le sketch de Amy Schumer est assez d’à propos. Pour une fête de l’invisibilité, on pourrais s’offrir des poules qui ont finis leurs mues (ça leur ferais des tas de foyers plutot que d’en faire des bouts de viande) et aller se balader partout en gangs avec nos pitpulls puisqu’on est invisibles.

    • Le veuvage peut-être aussi l’occasion de faire la fête. La voisine de ma mère vivait un cauchemar, sans violences physiques mais des interdits en tout genre, elle voyait leurs enfants en cachette. Depuis que son salaud de mari est mort brutalement, elle vit une vie qui mérite d’être vécue.

      Et pour ma mère, même si mon père n’était pas à ce point, ma mère n’était pas libre de faire ce qu’elle voulait. Elle a eu du chagrin quand il est mort mais elle qui rêvait de voyage, a pu, à partir de ce moment, voyager dans le monde au moins une fois par an tant qu’elle était valide :)

    • Ma grand-mère paternelle aussi a vécu un calvaire avec son mari alcoolique et violent. Elle a été peinarde deux ans quand il est parti avec une copine mais il est revenu. Ma grand-mère ne voulait pas divorcer parce qu’elle avait peur pour sa réputation. Mort prématurément (je n’ai pas de souvenir de lui, je l’ai à peine connu) ça a été une délivrance mais elle a quand même porté le deuil par convenance.

    • C’est une idée sympas @rastapopoulos , mais j’avoue avoir trop de travail en ce moment pour faire une rubrique supplémentaire.

      Pour la fête des veuves joyeuses c’est bien un programme de mégères mais ca me semble un peu identique à une fête du célibat ou poste divorce. De plus ça me semble moins indispensable qu’une fête de l’IVG. Personne ne remet en cause le « droit » des femmes à êtres veuves (sauf si elles ont aidés le destin).

      Pour l’IVG il y avait le tag #Je_vais_bien_merci que tu avais signalé en 2011 @monolecte qui est dans cette esprit
      https://seenthis.net/messages/15234

      Dans l’idée de déplacé la responsabilité des femmes vers les hommes, je pensait à offrir du bromure de potassium aux fécondateurs inconséquents. Mais le bromure à beaucoup d’effets secondaires pas cool et semble plutot être un sédatif et un dépressif qu’un anti-andro-libido. Sur femme actuelle il y a une liste d’aliments pour faire baisser la libido.
      https://www.femmeactuelle.fr/amour/sexo/aliments-anaphrodisiaques-baisser-libido-42857

      Le houblon : cette plante grimpante présente notamment dans la bière est anti- androgène, c’est-à-dire qu’elle diminue les effets de la testostérone, l’hormone de la libido par excellence (surtout chez les hommes).

      Le houblon, ca tombe bien il y a déjà une bière de mégères !
      La Jester King Mad Meg Farmhouse Provision Ale, Belgian Strong Ale héhé


      https://www.beercartel.com.au/jester-king-mad-meg-farmhouse-provision-ale
      Elle est beaucoup trop chère par contre $36.50 les 750ml je suis pas prête de la gouter. Il faudrait plutot brasser la bière soi-même pendant la fête. Je note de faire des étiquettes avec des infos sur la contraception masculine et des appels aux hommes à contrôler leur fécondité comme doit le faire tout adulte qui se respecte.

    • On peut fêter l’ablation des seins ou revendiquer son état de guerrière ? Le cancer du sein (1 femme sur 8, pensez à faire la mammo régulière les copines !) est un tabou (les autres cancers aussi ceci dit) mais la médecine, à l’heure des modifications d’un brin d’ADN n’a pas prévu autre chose pour les seins que la boucherie. L’autre jour, il y avait une soirée féministe et nous étions plusieurs sur scène pour tout autre chose. J’avoue que j’étais un peu bourrée et comme j’avais trop chaud, je me suis mise en topless pour prendre la parole en même temps que je révélais ma cicatrice. Les spectateurices étaient surprises mais je comptais sur la bienveillante #sororité du lieu. Il n’y a que la responsable de l’action sur scène qui a dut croire que j’étais une femen et m’a fait des reproches idiots, j’étais choquée mais à postériori ça m’a bien fait rire.

    • Si tu veux tuer ton chien, affirme qu’il a la rage.

      Par exemple :
      « le moment où l‘on cesse d‘être des bouts de viande pour les bitards »
      Comme quoi des femmes (et en plus féministes) peuvent être plus imbéciles que la caricature de la caricature du beauf moyen.

  • How to write an anti-feminist profile in six easy steps
    https://medium.com/athena-talks/how-to-write-an-anti-feminist-profile-in-six-easy-steps-14ca9b885f39
    Ce qui est drôle dans cet article c’est la naïveté de son autrice. Aujourd’hui, ça n’arriverait pas, non, non.

    So today, in this brave new era of feminist hashtags such as #everydaysexism, #rapecultureiswhen, and #freethenipple; of online publications such as Lenny, Jezebel, Bitch, Bust, Rookie, Feministe, Feministing; of smart feminist role models such as Tina Fey, Amy Poehler, Amy Schumer, Lena Dunham, Beyoncé, Cheryl Strayed, Taylor Swift, Roxane Gay, Jill Soloway, Sheryl Sandberg, shonda rhimes, Jennifer Lawrence, Eva Longoria, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichi, Emma Watson, Meg Wolitzer, Katie Roiphe, Rachel Sklar, Ayelet Waldman, Nell Scovell, Liza Featherstone, and Angelina Jolie — just to name a few! — all of whom are out there, in one way or another, speaking the formerly unspeakable, I present, from its analog vault, this ancient artifact of anti-feminist rhetoric, to remind us all that, just fifteen years ago today, it was okay, in a mainstream publication, to blame a woman for her rape and call her a slut.


    #sexisme #presse

  • Photographer Annie Leibovitz on the Pirelli calendar – video | Art and design | The Guardian

    http://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/video/2015/dec/01/photographer-annie-leibovitz-on-the-pirelli-calendar-video

    For this year’s Pirelli calendar, instead of famous models, Annie Leibovitz has chosen high-octane professional women and photographed them for the most part fully clothed. Patti Smith, Serena Williams and comedian Amy Schumer are among those featured. Photograph of Amy Schumer: Annie Leibovitz

  • Amy Schumer and Serena Williams pose nude for the Pirelli calendar.
    http://www.slate.com/blogs/xx_factor/2015/11/30/amy_schumer_and_serena_williams_pose_nude_for_the_pirelli_calendar.html

    For more than half a century, Italian tire-maker Pirelli has released an annual calendar full of photos of supermodels in pin-up poses wearing skimpy lingerie or nothing at all. This year’s iteration marks a drastic departure from the form: The calendar’s models are luminaries of art, business, sports, and philanthropy, photographed by Annie Leibovitz.

    In fact, the only two women who appear in partial nudity are Amy Schumer and Serena Williams, who’ve each been targeted by body-shamers over the past year. Their gorgeous images do more to turn that shame around on their trolls than any Instagram comment war ever could.

    #femmes #corps #sexisme #beauté #body_shaming

  • Sur un photo, dix présentateurs ultra-connus en costume posent, des verres à la main, l’air goguenard, devant l’objectif. Il n’y a pas plus cliché de l’entre-soi masculin, comme le décrit Les Nouvelles News. On dirait presque une réunion de club de mecs, où les femmes sont parfois encore exclues aux États-Unis. Le problème ? Le journaliste, auteur du dossier qui fait polémique, ne remarque que tardivement l’absence de femmes à leurs côtés. Un article dénoncé et moqué sur les réseaux sociaux. Mais ce sont les déclarations du successeur de Jon Stewart à la tête du Daily Show, Trevor Noah, qui ont suscité le plus de commentaires. Rappelons que ce dernier s’était déjà illustré par des tweets jugés sexistes et antisémites. Aujourd’hui, il s’est de nouveau exprimé et considère en effet que les femmes « ont plus de pouvoir » dans le domaine de la comédie, citant Amy Schumer, Melissa McCarthy, Tina Fey, Amy Poehler.

    En France, dans le milieu de la culture par exemple, on croit, comme Trevor Noah, que les femmes sont nombreuses. Or, le rapport de Reine Prat de 2009 prouve qu’on est très, très, très loin d’une quelconque parité. Selon le dernier rapport de la SACD, les chiffres sont toujours très éloquents. Pour n’en citer que quelques-uns : aucune femme ne dirige de Théâtres Nationaux. Seulement 15% des Maisons d’opéra sont dirigées par des femmes et à peine 4% des concerts et opéras sont dirigés par des femmes. Bref, un constat effrayant. Pour y remédier, la SACD propose de mettre en place des quotas pour que la part des femmes progresse de 5% par secteur et par an, et ce pendant les trois prochaines années. Car les femmes restent trop souvent invisibles. Et ça ne dérange personne, surtout pas les hommes déjà en place.

    https://martiennes.wordpress.com/2015/09/16/les-femmes-dominent-elles-la-comedie-us/#more-4636

    #non-mixité #androcentrisme

  • The truth about TV’s rape obsession: How we struggle with the broken myths of masculinity, on screen and off - Salon.com
    http://www.salon.com/2015/06/25/the_truth_about_tvs_rape_obsession_how_we_struggle_with_the_broken_myths_of_m

    attention l’article spoile de nombreuses séries, GOT, MadMen, Downton Abbey...

    “The Sopranos” did it in 2001, when Lorraine Bracco’s Jennifer Melfi was suddenly and violently raped in a parking garage. “Veronica Mars” made it part of the titular protagonist’s backstory, in the 2004 pilot. In 2006, “The Wire” introduced and then never confirmed it, when it showed us the story of Randy (Maestro Harrell) keeping watch as a girl named Tiff “fooled around” with two boys in the bathroom. “Mad Men” did it in 2008, when Joan Holloway (Christina Hendricks) was raped by her fiancé, Greg (Sam Page) on the floor of Don’s office.

    A few shows were practically founded on it—“Law And Order: SVU,” which premiered in 1999, has dealt with rape in nearly every episode of its 16-season and counting run. “Oz,” the 1997 HBO show set in a prison, regularly featured male-on-male rape.

    But starting around the turn of the decade, rape on television morphed from a delicate topic to practically de rigueur. In the last two years alone, shows as vastly different as “Downton Abbey” and “Game Of Thrones” have graphically portrayed violent rape—typically, but not always, perpetrated by men onto women—to the point that depictions of sexual assault on television have become a regular part of the national discourse. “SVU,” “Outlander,” “Broad City,” “Inside Amy Schumer,” “Orange Is The New Black,” “Tyrant,” “Stalker,” “Shameless,” “Scandal,” and “House Of Cards” have all handled sexual assault, in their own way—either by depicting rape, exploring whether or not a sexual encounter is rape, or making jokes about how often rape happens. For a crime that has a dismal 2 percent conviction rate, it certainly is getting talked about an awful lot.

    I can identify that this is a phenomenon that is happening. It’s a little harder to explain why. Some of it is purely a numbers game: There’s more television than ever—and more and more of that television is not on broadcast networks, with their stricter censorship rules and mandates for reaching a mainstream audience. It’s certainly easier to depict and discuss sexual assault on television now than it ever was before.

    But that’s not the whole story. I joke, morbidly, that my job title has changed from television critic to “senior rape correspondent” because I cover televisual sexual assault with alarming frequency. The cases, on TV, run the gamut from 14-year-old girls drugging 18-year-old boys into having sex with them and plots attempting to reconstruct hazy memories of late-night drinking to men raping other men as an act of war and husbands raping wives in the bedroom. It’s a topic that engages, uncompromisingly, with our notions of gender, sexuality, power, and equality. And despite the barrage of sexual assaults on television, it’s a crime that occurs far, far more often in real life.

    #culture_du_viol #séries #virilité #masculinité #viol

    • Partie sur l’histoire du viol :

      What we call rape is an entirely new phenomenon—barely 50 years old. For most of human existence, rape was not a crime committed against women but instead against the men who supervised them—husbands, fathers, brothers, lords, kings. The word “rape” likely comes from the Latin “rapere,” meaning to seize or abduct—to kidnap, to rob, to deprive another of property. Rape sullied a bloodline and damaged goods and/or services; it was a crime against private property. The implication of that language is also that rape happens to women, not men. Men might be violated, abused, tortured, yes, but not seized; they were typically not someone else’s property.

      And though the Romans had their own word for sexual violation, “stuprare,” it was not necessarily immoral, criminal, or otherwise repugnant. Women were by and large not empowered enough to grant consent over their bodies, so the question of nonconsensual sex was rendered moot. Greek and Roman mythology is rife with gods raping maidens; in those stories, treated almost casually—an irritating fact of life, kind of like chicken pox.

      The language of this era is extremely familiar, even today: Women invite sexual assault through their behavior; men have carnal urges they can’t control; people have to continue the species somehow. It’s reasoning that all hinges on the same logic—female desire is necessarily subordinate to male desire.

      In 1975 Susan Brownmiller published her landmark work “Against Our Will,” which provided the foundation for the language of consent as a bulwark against the prevalence of rape. We rely on terms like “consent,” but consent can be silently or unconsciously given, and hard to prove after the fact. Intent is hard to prove in any context; the upside of a crime like murder is that at least there’s a dead body to point to. With sexual assault, it’s much harder to point to the aftereffects of trauma—either because the rape kit was mishandled or lost, as happens an awful lot, or because the aftereffects are more psychological than physical.

      But primarily, what Brownmiller’s work did was center rape as a crime committed against women, not against property. “Against Our Will” fit into the feminist movement’s aims to recognize sexual violence and redefine it—both socially and legally. Before rape reform legislation of the 1970s, marital rape was an oxymoron, rape against men wasn’t illegal (or even acknowledged), and a woman’s reputation could be used as evidence against her accusation of rape in court.

      It was a victory, but one with an upsetting aftertaste. A change in legislation cannot change social attitudes to sex and gender overnight. A prudent study of history asks us to not impose our own perspective of what people are like onto peoples throughout history, which could lead to the argument that because it so radically redefined the concept, before Brownmiller’s seminal work, rape as we know it didn’t exist. But that part of us that does identify with people from the past—that part of humanity that both spins tales and listens to them, rapt—is forced to acknowledge something much more upsetting: Perhaps, instead of there being no rape, there was only rape. Perhaps human existence is built entirely on intimate violence.

      #histoire

    • Dans les programmes à destination des hommes voici comment se présente le viol :

      Rapists are depicted as identifiably outside the mainstream through their language, clothing, habits, or attitudes. Each of these plot elements works to rein force sensitivity and desire for justice on the part of the male protagonist. In most episodes it is the male detective/ main character who provides the primary comfort and support for the victim. The stories end when the detective protagonist has completed his work, that is, when the rapist is caught or killed. The detective’s sense of morality, and often his need for revenge on the criminal, thus culminate in a successful triumph of the “good guy,” which is often accomplished through violence against the rapist. However, the further plight of the victim through the course of counseling or a trial are not included… In short, these plots are about the male avengers of rape rather than about the problem or crime of rape or the experiences and feelings of the victim.

      #violeur #sauveur #nice_guy #chevalier_servant #victimes

    • Dans les programmes à déstination des femmes voila comment se présente le viol :

      Daytime TV and made-for-TV movies such as those on Lifetime, in their low-budget, melodramatic glory, was far more likely to offer a woman-centric narrative of rape. Where mainstream TV ran away from topics like domestic violence, prostitution, abortion, and of course rape, soap operas and Lifetime films almost reveled in it; presumably there was some cathartic release in watching crimes suffered mostly by women in the real world play out in exaggerated glory on television. Lifetime’s films, then and now, were characterized by lurid titles and grim scenarios: “The Burning Bed” (1984), “She Fought Alone” (1995), “She Cried No” (1996), “She Woke Up Pregnant” (1996). On the abuse and rape survivor advocacy site The Road To Anaphe, the site’s creator includes an exhaustive list of Lifetime films, adding: “Lifetime Television may be a ‘women’s network,’ but it is one that shows a lot of good, informative movies on the subjects of child abuse, domestic violence, and missing children.” You could count on violence and exploitation in these films. The crucial difference is that you could also typically count on the point of view of the victim being central to the story.
      Soap operas, unlike TV movies or even primetime TV shows, are not just serialized but heavily serialized. The short production time for soap episodes means that the shows can respond on the fly to audience interests, making the medium a fascinating one for measuring audience sentiment. And, uncomfortably, when rape shows up on soap operas, often those stories end up redeeming the rapist—indeed, in response to popular affection for those characters.

      The best example of that might be the iconic Luke (Anthony Geary) and Laura (Genie Francis) on “General Hospital,” who have been one of that show’s foundational relationships. But their first sexual encounter, in 1979, was rape, when Luke drunkenly forced himself on Laura. She eventually fell in love with him and they were together for 37 years. Their wedding episode in 1981 remains to this day the highest rated soap opera episode in history. It was only in 1998, when their son learned of the rape, that the show really confronted the myth of “forced seduction” they had established nearly 20 years earlier, and reframed it as the assault it really was.

      “One Live To Live,” in 1993-1994, focused much of its storytelling on the gang rape and subsequent aftermath of a college student named Marty Saybrooke (Susan Haskell). The football jock who instigated the rape—a tall, handsome guy named Todd Manning (Roger Howarth)—was originally intended to be a serial rapist. The brutal honesty of the scene inspired both audience and critical praise; the series won Daytime Emmys for the plot arc, which unapologetically framed Todd as a sadistic villain.

      But then the story took a turn: Audiences loved Todd. Their enthusiasm spurred the writers to instead build a redemption arc for the character, even as Marty struggled to rebuild her life. Todd lingered as a flawed character on the margins as the writers of the show tried to reconcile their desire to maintain that the rape was reprehensible with audience enthusiasm for the character. The situation was settled (sort of) in 1998, when actor Howarth decided to walk away from the show. Unfortunately, I can only find this quote from Soap Opera Digest in Wikipedia, but it’s so compelling, I’m reproducing it:

      If the rape had been an unrealistic, soapy thing, then it wouldn’t matter. But because it was so in-depth and so brutal, to show Todd and Marty having drinks together in Rodi’s — to show Marty feeling safe and comfortable with Todd — is bizarre… People have come up to me and said, ‘My 7-year-old loves you.’ What do I say to that? I’m not going to tell them, ‘Don’t let your 7-year-old watch TV.’ But I have to say, it’s disturbing.

      Howarth’s departure from the show effectively scuttled any possibility of redeeming the character (though he did return for guest-stints on the show). Of course, this being soap operas, Todd was recast with Trevor St. John, who believed himself to be Todd but then turned out to be Todd’s twin brother, and in the meantime, Marty returned to the show with amnesia, and they had sex, which ended up getting dubbed “re-rape.” But it’s a plotline notable for never losing sight of the fact that what Todd did to Marty was unforgivable, in a landscape where, to quote the writer and unofficial soap expert Joe Reid, “The laundry list of incredibly popular soap characters who started off as rapists — or even just terrorizers of women — is uncomfortably long.”

      Interestingly, by 2003, when the rape of Bianca Montgomery on “All My Children” dominated national conversation, the audience’s desire to see the rapists forgiven seems to have fallen off. Bianca herself, as the first openly lesbian lead on a daytime drama, became the subject of redemption; where some audiences had hated her for coming out of the closet, her rape—a “punishment” or “corrective” for her sexuality—and her subsequent struggle to keep her baby became objects of such audience fervor that the New York Times covered it in 2004.

    • Pourquoi la TV aime le viol :

      The book “Prime Time: How TV Portrays American Culture” makes a stark observation that Cuklanz, includes in her own book I quote above. The authors state that rape is “a crime ideally suited to television. It is violent and therefore action packed. The sexual nature of the crime can easily be presented as the act of a violent, mentally unbalanced madman.” And after noting both a study on sexual assault finds rape to be “the only violent crime to be a matter of universal concern among women of all class and ethnic backgrounds” and the role that detective procedurals in primetime played in shaping socially acceptable performances of masculinity, Cuklanz comes to a conclusion that is, in its way, astounding: Rape on television is used to, more often than not, to redeem masculinity,

      by offering a subtle redefinition that frames masculinity as the means through which women are protected and avenged rather than brutalized and demeaned. At the same time, protagonist males can engage in violence within certain parameters, such as when they become so morally outraged at criminals that they can no longer contain their anger. Masculine volatility is harnessed for acceptable purposes and never used against women. … Rape provides a subject matter for which these stereotypes are easy to maintain. Not only are victims clearly deserving of protection and care, but the extreme evil and brutality of rape also serve as a clear contrast to the detective’s behavior and legitimize his use of force.

      Rape on television is the theater through which both men and women grapple with masculinity—with the fact that in its most corrosive form, masculinity is a quality that wreaks violence on those closest to it. Destruction and power are built into our concept of maleness; rape plots on TV work desperately to allow men that access to power while also codifying when it’s acceptable to use.

      I’m reminded of one of the most shocking and iconic rape episodes on primetime television—“Sylvia,” a two-parter on the family-oriented “Little House On The Prairie,” in 1980. The episode is horrifying, drawing on slasher-film imagery to tell a story of a girl whose “bosoms” came in “too soon,” resulting in horrific violence at the hand of a man in town. Sylvia herself is a one-off character who is introduced at the beginning of the two episodes and dies by the end. The episode is not about her; it’s about the men around her—her father, her rapist, her boyfriend, and most importantly, Pa Ingalls (Michael Landon), the show’s continued figure of masculine righteousness. What would have happened if Pa hadn’t been around is a chilling possibility left unrealized.

      Underneath the archetype of the righteous man, the myth of the redeemed rapist, and the specter of the girl who was “asking for it,” in “Little House On The Prairie” or elsewhere, is a far greater fear, a far bigger problem. If good men don’t exist, if rapists can’t reform, if it’s not ultimately the woman’s fault, then something much scarier bubbles to the surface: This world, and masculinity in it, is very, very broken.

      cc @supergeante
      cc @mona

    • Cette partie spoile la saison 2 de « True Detective »

      In this long examination of rape on television, it is hard not to think of HBO’s “True Detective,” which both consciously borrows the bones of the detective procedural and its unsubtle discourse on righteous masculinity. In the first episode of the second season, we learn Ray Velcoro (Colin Farrell) is a man tortured by the fact that his wife was raped; it is almost farcical, given the work we have done to center women in their own victimization. (I remain convinced, perhaps naively, that it is farcical, but that’s another story.) “True Detective” is a show with many faults, but it does attempt rather dramatically to tell a big story about masculinity in this world. And what it seems to tell is that the myth of masculinity we currently are all invested in is purely unsustainable. The men of “True Detective,” the ones consumed by the warring ideas of both destruction and violence but also righteous, proper violence, are erratic, addicted, and tortured; they fixate on violence done to the innocent because they know that on some level, they are responsible for that violence. The men of the first season of “True Detective” both have to confront their own monstrosity in order to come out the other side of a case that they could not solve; the confrontation leaves them both desolate and broken. If the mythos of masculinity is a beautiful, irresistible supernova, “True Detective” offers a vision of the collapsed, soul-sucking black hole it really is.

      And if men struggle with it, women struggle with it, too; the story of soap operas and Lifetime movies is overall the story of women attempting to come to terms with the fact that that which they love is always capable of violating them. Women’s television offers either redemption for the abuser or an open-and-shut justice, via Olivia Benson (Mariska Hartigay) in “SVU”; neither happens with any notable frequency in real life. Rapists keep raping, with premeditation and without recourse, and we can barely admit it to ourselves.

      There’s a point in Cuklanz’s work, which focuses on TV between 1976 and 1990, where she argues that as television is a more formulaic medium, it’s unsurprising how this standard detective-rape plot is produced and reproduced. It’s 2015 now, though, and we don’t live in a world of formulaic television. The past few years have yielded an incredible number of rape plots that often push the envelope in ways we’ve never seen before—exploring their violence, their frequency, the insidiousness of acquaintance rape, and the less-discussed phenomenon of male-on-male rape.

      My complaint with these plots, over and over, is that the stories—usually written and directed by men, despite progress in gender equity—is that so often they focus on the feelings of the men in the story, at the expense of the victims’. But I can see why they focus on the men; the men, as the overwhelmingly more likely perpetrators, present a greater puzzle for us. It would be simpler to dismiss all rapists as monsters, but when so many are fathers, brothers, friends, boyfriends, it becomes harder and harder to do. Sexual assault has only existed the way we think about it for a few decades, and we are still trying to figure out how to address it—how to change the way this world functioned for millennia, and still functions in pockets of untouched refuge all over the world. I don’t particularly have a solution for how to “fix” rape on television; it’s graphic, brutal, violent, and horrible, to the point that it is very difficult to watch, hard to explain, confusing to discuss.

      But one thing is clear: I’d rather we dealt with this than we didn’t. I’d rather discuss rape on every TV show than not discuss it all. I’d rather see the world convulsing with outrage over Sansa or Anna or Mellie or Claire or Pennsatucky— who are all, by the way, white women, suggesting an erasure of experience for women of color that has yet to be addressed —than pretend that this isn’t a crippling social problem, an epidemic that we appear to lack the political will or interest to fight. This is what we do with stories; we imagine not just what happened then, and what happened now—but what happens next.

      et pour la saison 2 de true detective, je suis d’accord avec le fait qu’elle soit ridicule aussi bien le perso de Colin Farrell que l’autre gangster est aussi incroyablement cliché. Il n’y a que le générique qui vaille la peine pour cette saison à mon avis.
      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GJJfe1k9CeE

  • In “Trainwreck,” Amy Schumer Calls Bullshit On Postfeminism
    http://www.buzzfeed.com/annehelenpetersen/postfeminist-bullshit
    La bande annonce du film
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2MxnhBPoIx4

    When we meet Trainwreck’s Amy (Amy Schumer), it seems like she’s living her best life: She has a ton of sex, a well-muscled guy who takes her to the movies, a fantastic ponytail, and great legs. “I have a great job and my apartment is sick,” she says in voiceover, a montage of her fabulous Manhattan life playing in the background.
    But after 15 minutes in this world, the cracks in Amy’s fabulous life start to show. She has a lot of sex, but that sex largely sucks; she has a well-paying job, but it’s at a magazine that unironically pitches “You Call Those Tits?” as a cover story. She drinks not because she loves it, but because she’s frightened of the emotions that surface when she doesn’t. She’s promiscuous not because she loves sex, but because she’s internalized her father’s message that emotional unavailability is preferable to rejection. Like her father, she’s a total misogynist.
    Sure, Amy screws, drinks, and writes like a man, but none of those things actually empowers her, or vaults her to a position of equality, or even makes her feel awesome, or competent, or in control. We laugh when she hobbles home from Staten Island in a miniskirt and stilettos that have cut her heels into oblivion, but it’s a laugh tinged with shame: She’s a hot mess, a train wreck, and every other word we use to describe women who don’t mind the very fine line of “just a fun, easygoing, cool girl!” and “total drunken whore.”

    #féminisme #cinema cc @dora_ellen @sharazde @alvilda
    #amy_schumer

  • Tina Fey et Patricia Arquette fêtent la date de #péremption sexuelle des #actrices - Actualité Série - EcranLarge.com
    http://www.ecranlarge.com/series/news/939063-tina-fey-et-patricia-arquette-fetent-la-date-de-peremption-sexuel
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPpsI8mWKmg

    L’histoire commence avec Amy Schumer, une nouvelle fois dans son propre rôle, qui croise au détour de sa promenade les trois actrices américaines, en plein brunch. La raison ? « On célèbre le dernier jour baisable de Julia ». Un rituel inévitable dans la vie de toutes les actrices, lorsqu’elles ne peuvent plus être décemment considérées comme des #objets de #désir par l’industrie.

    @mona