February 26, 2013
Everybody is Racist, Everybody is Sexist, Everybody is Homophobic - Now what?

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Nobody is/was surprised by Seth MacFarlane’s performance last night at the Oscars. He is the guy who you (let’s face it I) would only secretly make out with, but keep that right to the grave and deny with every fiber of being- he is smarmy, sweaty, and thinks he’s hilarious, the worst of all personality and physical flaws wrapped up into one punchable face. 


But the problem is not Seth MacFarlane, at least not alone. This is not some standup show at an open mic night. This is a professional production - where every action, joke goes through a heavy vetting process. It’s prime time on family friendly ABC - there is a whole line of gatekeepers waiting to sign off on every moment - and already nervous about the issue of liveness.


Everybody knew what they would get in having MacFarlane (which apparently is nothing without the ability to animate postmodernly between references. That guy had no material.) and MacFarlane had to have known that he’d be used the scape goat if controversy hit. Whatever people say or think, ABC wins. Numbers went up for MacFarlane (thanks 13 year old dudes) and people have been in a flurry about it - even those who read a blurb about it on a site they found through another site are interested in offering their opinion.

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But the issue really isn’t with MacFarlane - it is with the writers he collaborated with, the producers who circle jerked as he told them his ideas, the corporate suits who got to think their kids may think their hip, everybody in that room who was complicit with applause, and I’ll even throw in those who didn’t take the time to maybe note the racism (her hard is only hard to pronounce because you’re too lazy to learn it), anti-semitism (Jews run Hollywood? Really…white dude?), homophobia (really, no homo?), ethnocentrism (the Academy every year, but really when are we going to stop noting the fact that even people in France are human?), fat jokes (calling out Rex Reed by calling Adele fat - c’mon)…it all just seemed like a parade that everybody just watched waddle by. Also, there were like 18 women up for awards…so it’s really an unfair battle.

Even Jordin Sparks had the ovaries to stand up in front of a room of MTV favorites and a billion teenagers to comment on Russell Brand’s jokes concerning the Jonas Brothers and virginity. Though I disagree with the JoBros and constructions of sex and virtuous virginity, I still have to admire the fact she interrupted the awards to call Brand on his bullshit (which really was a cheap shot…who gives a shit? Let them carry out the ruse and try to connive girls into anal sex like the good ol’ days). Even when Ricky Gervais punched everybody’s egos at the Golden Globes, people were willing to throw mini hissy fits when at the mic to condemn his meanness and everybody hooted and cheered. But make jokes based on race, sex, sexuality, and class and nobody utters a word. They may refuse to titter and sit with arms folded, which is protest enough, but to have nobody utter anything is off-putting.

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It sucks.

It sucks because if anybody did, MacFarlane would come back on stage and criticize people for not finding him funny. This is one my biggest peeves, by the by, making it MY fault for not finding jokes funny. Because it assumes one person is objectively right and the other is an idiot. It happened one time during the telecast.

This is the story of a man fighting to get back his woman, who’s been subjected to unthinkable violence. Or as Chris Brown and Rihanna call it, a date movie.

When people “ooed” the joke, he asked the audience if they were on his side. As much as I hate to do it - let’s diagram why this is a shit joke…just so I can feel better.

Rihanna and Chris Brown don’t even go here. They have absolutely nothing to do with the Academy Awards and though they’ve both been in films, they aren’t really in the industry -so really, they have been just trotted through the ringer for you to make a cheap joke. Also, it really minimizes the brutality of Django’s narrative - not to say that there is a hierarchy of domestic violence - but to just summarize the film as “unthinkable violence” really ignores the larger issues of power, rape, emotional violence, physical violence, race (considering Hildy is raped by her master and implied countless others)…and there are literally no similarities between the Rihanna/Brown violence and that in the film - except for the fact that MacFarlane is comparing black couples. And then we have a whole host of issues involving making a joke about domestic abuse and violence. It’s really just gratuitous and lazy joke telling.


We all get the joke. It’s not really that complicated, but I think it’s deserving in its criticism. It doesn’t accomplish anything - the joke isn’t some nuanced commentary.


I watched the awards with robotslovedinosaurs and we kept making eyes  and during commercials discussing how the show embodied everything wrong with the culture of irony - how it really just becomes an excuse for saying fucked up shit and blaming others for taking offense. First of all, let’s get this PC shit out of the way. Just because I am offended by a joke, does not mean that “everything is so PC” - I hardly hear anybody but white, 19 year old dudes complain about how overly PC the world has gotten or 55 year old white dudes talk about the good ol’ days - well, shit has changed and few people are sorry that you have to be more careful about who you talk pussy with, but c’est la vie.
It must be really hard - but it was really hard for me in sixth grade to have a classmate talk to me about my tits, insinuating sex, feeling threatened and then being called a bitch because I didn’t get the joke.

The problem is not Seth MacFarlane, per se, but what happens when the age of irony is sanctioned by the public. It’s a convergence of points- the fact that we don’t have discussions about these topics. We don’t seriously open up discourses; instead, we try to “fix” or create instant solutions for incredibly tangled issues. We encourage firing people for comments or banning them from projects instead of saying “that’s fucked up…let’s unpack this baggage.” Nobody likes to be shushed - it just intensifies bad feelings and let’s face it, makes us want to be even louder or more grotesque.

We leave these things under the radar, undiscussed and festering. We have those like Seth MacFarlane (and there are more of him out there the Toshes, the Cooks) who make jokes regarding rape, race, violence, homophobia casual - and because it has been sanctioned (it’s on mainstream television, after all), it’s assumed that it must be alright. Yet, after the jokes are made and out there, there is no more control over how those jokes circulate. I dare ask…if this era of irony didn’t exist would the kids in Steubenville be so cavalier in joking about a raped teenager?

Jonathan Swift’s “A Modest Proposal” is ironic, because A) it suggests eating children, which is extreme B) it’s not a modest proposal as eating children is a bit of a scandal and actually a large undertaking. The problem with irony is that it assumes the teller is not what he/she offers - we have to assume Seth MacFarlane is not a racist, homophobic, misogynist, asshole - which he’s never really been able to disprove. This goes for pretty much everybody who hides behind irony.


There is something, however, nice about the fact that criticism has gone fairly mainstream and instances of irony are being questioned at a larger scale (though this happens in every sitcom, variety show, talk show…). I know it’s going to be short lived until the next time some idiot says something they probably shouldn’t have and feels forced to apologize. I really look toward the day when people decide to do something besides complain on blogs, Facebook, YouTube, text messages to friends (see what I did there?)- not only in the sense of deconstructing - but in holding more honest and public and more intimate conversations concerning topics which seem to make people feel nervous and uncomfortable. As a cynic, building intimacy within a culture that privileges individuality, anonymity, and insincerity seems pretty inconceivable, but its something to seek and strive for (lit ref. for RBF).

February 12, 2013
Drake is Gross…

I don’t know what the fuck is going on …


I have listened to Action Bronson talk about wanting to put knives in buttholes, Miguel declaring my pussy his (false), Schoolboy Q talk about how he loves to hear that pussy purr (in my dreams!), and MY FAVORITE lyric by Skeme and Schoolboy Q “cotton candy, sweet as gold, let me see your pussy hole”, but Drake’s video grosses me out.


Firstly, he’s the worst. He’s all smile with no heart. His lyrics are empty - and in fact there aren’t any real substantial lyrics here, just this continual reassurance that he started from the bottom. Did I miss something? Is there a whole host of poetry? I just hear a beat and a man protesting too much about his ability to be more than just a smile and a former child star. It doesn’t matter how many times he says it, we all know that his hip hop career wasn’t from the complete bottom. Being a teenage star in Degrassi, no doubt helps. It’s evident, because he has absolutely nothing to say.

Secondly, this video. It is vile because it is under the guise of good naturedness, but only perpetuates the objectification of women - but not in a standard “video vixen” sort of way, where women could arguably be in control of their objectification, but the fact that they are rather passive in this construction. What’s most uncomfortable is the real world application… So we’re supposed to find it hilarious when a woman just wants to purchase lip balm, but has to stand while the clerk victimizes her, stares at her tits and for a moment is held hostage by his gaze - then she is passed over for yet another chuckle worthy dude - who continues to hold her up, lies, but because he’s arguably (far more arguably, because he’s a complete lech) more attractive than the first, she comes across as interested and all the possible threat is minimized, because it is assumed she was into it the entire time. Sexual harassment is the new pickup line. This is followed by clips of headless women gyrating - I don’t know if they get paid more or less if their faces are on camera - but they sure are being watched by drunk, panting, sweaty dudes, who can’t believe their luck.

What bothers me most is the dishonesty. I would much rather have somebody straight up objectify women, then attempting to back away, disassociatie, and hide behind the guise of “irony.” Drake is for me more threatening, because he acts not only as if it is natural, but as if he deserves it - it’s his right as a man to ogle, to harass, and women should get on board. What’s frightening is that he’s kind of right to think that, considering he’s the mainstream golden boy and because he’s come at Chris Brown in defense of Rihanna - and because of that is viewed as Prince Charming (though, I have a problem with a defender who has a sword in one hand and an unsuspecting boob in the other).

Aubrey (Drake) is the roofie guy, the guy who street harasses women while they walk in the middle of the afternoon, and the kids who laugh and brag about the girls they and their friends taught lessons to earlier that week.

Rather than talk about explicit lyrics, let’s talk about this…let’s talk about the way in which all of what those like Aubrey perpetuate has been naturalized by the music industry - that rather than play songs that deal explicitly with race, MTV will play this shit. Will give it award and Drake will continue to make drudge after drudge after drudge - while anything remotely challenging will further be contextualized as more dangerous, more underground - and I’m not sure if more accessible. The problem with the internet’s openness is that it’s easy to get lost and we often times just stick to what we know or with that which is familiar.

We should all just listen to Prince.

But since he’s all about legality, this will have to do - a bit of Venus and Furs …

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October 6, 2012
The Bridesmaids Effect

First, a confession: I saw Bridesmaids three times in the theater. It tied the record Titanic had made in 1997, but I was young, naive, dickmatized by Leo DiCaprio’s soft, artistic eyes.

Yes, please

I treated Bridesmaids like a religion. The first time was opening weekend, with a gaggle of friends who had all been anticipating the movie. We laughed, as did the rest of the full theater. There were moments where I stepped out of my viewership and looked around at all of those laughing at women PERFORMING comedy. Not being funny (though part of it), but actually in control of the comedy. I couldn’t remember the last time there was a film like this, nor a time when that many people were laughing (uproariously) on what was happening onscreen (Jackass 3d doesn’t count…that’s an institution).

When I went home for break, I dragged my parents. I even used this opportunity to guilt my father into going…using my “I went toYogi Bearbecause I love you” card.

Then dragged rbf, insisting he wouldn’t be disappointed. I’m pretty sure he wasn’t.

I didn’t just like it this movie, which I did, but I recognized this as a cultural moment. Here was a film - written by women, performed by women, with men truly playing supporting roles. I also had been reading up on the film before its release - people talked about this as if this would be the be all end all for women and comedy. If not successful, women would go back right where they belonged as side pieces in the ever dying rom-com. If successful, there was hope that the film would open up spaces for women in film. Soon after it hit number #2 (kind of a big deal after theThor spectacle), I kept hearing of all types of development deals going through for television: Melissa McCarthy got a sympathy Emmy for her shit show in addition to some shows being picked up, Rebel Wilson got a few shows, Annie Mumolo got a no script necessary deal, and Kristen Wiig got a major farewell when she adios’d SNL.


This year we’re seeing the aftermath of Bridesmaid’s success. Earlier this year Bachelorette was released featuring Rebel Wilson, Kirsten Dunst, Lizzy Caplan, Isla Fisher. The previews really tried to bank off the success - similar narrative arc, childhood friends, lady parts. I can’t really give it shit, since I didn’t see it. It maybe amazing, but I do know it didn’t do much at the box office.

I did see Pitch Perfect -a Glee/Bridesmaids afterbirth. I love a good sports movie and it hit the mark as a standard underdog story. It hit a bit of a note. I did note a few of the mistakes Hollywood seems to have made making films in the image of Bridesmaids.

1. You don’t need people to puke/shit/period themselves/fart for everybody to have a good time.

People really latched onto the puke/shit scene in Bridesmaids and I’m not going to act like a I didn’t laugh my ass off as Melissa McCarthy is demanding for the staff to look away. We really need to move away, however, from women’s lack of control over the bodies as hilarious. This is a standard trope and I’m not saying that we should do away. Fart jokes are funny regardless of gender - but there’s a way to do it so it fits and is just not a lazy standby. Pitch Perfect does projectile puke. Now, some people have attempted to defend the usage of this gag. The boys at Little Britain have claimed that exaggerated vomit IS funny because it’s unexpected and unrealistic. The more ridiculous it looks, the funnier it is, as opposed to realistic vomit which is just gross (see there’s a lot of thinking to comedy). 

Note this sketch is done as both are dressed as women. My problem is not that women are represented as having gross bodies that they can’t control…we do. Bodies are disgusting. It is that I have not seen a comedy movie of all women where that is not used especially as a quick gag.

2. Comedians are funny. Actresses have timing.

I don’t know how this will go over. There is a difference between an actor telling a joke and comedian. The comedian (if they’re good) understands why jokes work or not. They know what jokes can be built upon, how to adlib better ones, and pretty much make their living being funny. Actors get all that to some extent and there are performers who are better than others, but I can tell between a comedian and actor. The latter plays it safe, reading the lines, moving their bodies in ways that have already been proven as funny. Comedians are less reserved. The takes are longer, because they know how to stretch a joke and surprise the audience. Putting Rebel Wilson in a pack of actresses is a dangerous thing, because she dominates every moment.

She’s brilliant and the jokes just seemed to come much more easily. They were organic, as if she were just making up her dialogue as she went along…and I wouldn’t be surprised if she did.

3. Just because you have women does not mean you can marginalize others.

You know what’s funny? Lesbians in an all girls group! Imagine the shenanigans because all they want to do is fuck girls. ALL THOSE POSSIBILITIES. Oh, and let’s make the lesbian black …BOGO!

We haven’t made fun of Asians in awhile. Remember Long Duk Dong? But shit, we only have broads. PSSH…ok ok ok, well, Asian girls are quiet (right?) so that’ll be funny because they have to perform. Seriously, it was a Hello Kitty and a giggle away from being ridic. (But I will say Hana Mae Lee was pretty great)

FAT fat FAT Fat FAT faT Fat FAT Fat Fat AND OUT OF CONTROL. Rebel definitely uses her weight to her advantage, but again, she can do a lot more than just doing “workout” jokes.

I maybe far more sensitive to this than others - but the images are still there. Reinforcing stereotypes - again, all of this an either be lazy or funny - Melissa McCarthy and Rebel Wilson do use their bodies in Bridesmaids but I don’t recall on straight up fat jokes. Instead, McCarthy’s speech to Wiig’s character at the end clarifies any of the jokes up to this point. And fucking with sandwiches is just funny.

Although it is a bit of a success for diversity in film. It’s always a start?

Granted, Perfect Pitch isn’t really the movie Bridesmaids aimed to be and it’s unfair to place it in the same category ONLY because it’s a comedy featuring an all lady ensemble.

If anything Perfect Pitch is more like the movie ABOUT Bridesmaids. In fact, even the film itself seems to advocate my second point. When looking for people to audition to the group, one of the chairs of the organization asks “why don’t we look for people who can actually sing?” rather than those who fit the group’s “belle” type. The reason why the group is successful at the end (surprise!) is not because they begin to play by the dudes’ rules (the “Treble Makers” were the reigning champions, an all gentlemen A Capella group who were always considered way better performers). The girls could always do this; instead, they gather a group of people who can actually do the work and do it well. And are not afraid to go outside of the box and expectations. They have people who can sing and perform, type be damned.

Hollywood is like the last link in telephone. They get the general gist, but get it absolutely, completely wrong at the same time.

August 8, 2012
madgibbs

Madlib and Gangsta Gibbs put out the follow-up video to “Thuggin,” finally. I really can’t wait for a full-length from these two. It’s also really awesome to see that the continuing narrative across a series of music videos motif hasn’t died.  

August 6, 2012
Holy Shit Alchemist is Better than Everything Else (Ever)

I’m not a huge Odd Future fan … but, if they keep doing tracks with ALC on the boards (and the occasional guest verse from Action Bronson), then I’m gonna go buy one of their edgy t-shirts.
 

No Idols is the release of the year, so far. God damn incredible. I’d really like to see Alchemist do a full EP with Hodgy though … the two tracks released earlier this year were just too good:

August 6, 2012
daily obsession

We don’t need no diamond rings, all we need is a drum. Like, “Fuck it! He can rhyme I’ll sing!”

August 5, 2012
daily obsession

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August 4, 2012
daily obsession

July 31, 2012
obsession

July 17, 2012
Ugh, No Doubt.

I know that a lot of people were creaming their jeans over the No Doubt reunion. It’s been eleven years, so a decent time to get Adrian off the couch and Tom’s nose out of a book (nerd). I am not part of the homecoming court and wasn’t checking off the list of teases, nor counting down the days until songs and videos premiered. I haven’t cared about No Doubt since their 2000 album, Return to Saturn, but you try to be a fifteen year old girl listening to “Bathwater.” It’s sheer poetry. 

Before I get into what I don’t like about No Doubt, I’m going to offer a few concessions: 

I really like(d) Tragic Kingdom. I was twelve and it’s pretty much an entire rock album about how much it sucks to be a girl - Not wanting to be bothered, dealing with gender constraints and frustrations, and heartache that at twelve I couldn’t wait to identify with (actually at twenty seven, I’m still keeping my fingers crossed), and a relative disinterest in just about everything. 

I always thought Gwen Stefani was a pretty ok lady. In interviews she always comes across as an awkward nerd who made good. This was also before nerd-chique hit hard. Plus, she actually has a voice and is a show-woman, both I greatly admire during a time where all you need to do is pat your pussy on live television to be a fan favorite (Yeah, Rihanna, I said it. We all said it). 

These two things aside, I have never been a superfan of No Doubt. I hadn’t missed them these past 11 years; in fact, when I heard they were getting back together, my first thought was “Why”? It was not so much that I am against it. Nostalgic 90s should be cashed in on by all the bands of my youth. 

I remembered why I didn’t care when I heard and saw their single, “Settle Down”:

What the fuck is this?

Is their flavor Africana this album? 

That’s the problem with No Doubt as a band and a concept. They are about as worldly as the Real Housewives of New York in Morocco. There has always been something disconcerting about their “incorporation” of “otherness” in their music. It is used nothing more as a fad, fashion, or flavor than an actual acknowledgement of non-western music. 

Remember when Gwen Stefani was all about India while promoting Tragic Kingdom?

There have also been subtle references to a general “urban” look

Their follow-up was the ‘reggae/dancehall’ period

(Note: I do actually like “Underneath it All”)

Then came the hiatus…but don’t worry about missing out, because Gwen on her off time brought us a smattering of Japan:

and really just a hodgepodge of exotic otherness:

AND PIRATES!!!!

Am I saying it is inherently bad to experiment with sounds and mix Western with NonWestern - nope. But there’s a difference between pairing and sampling and appropriation. Do we really need more examples of tribal Africa? Geisha’s? Cholas? Without any kind of forethought as to what proliferating those images mean or do? Cultural identity is way more complicated than what is being offered and such simplicity does more harm than good when it used to just highlight the differences between blonde white girl and “other.” 

Note: Just because you went on a vacation does not mean you are an adopted citizen. You are not a Geisha because you bought that kimono in Chinatown. You are not African because of that drum you got at that store in the mall. Smoking pot to Bob Marley’s “Best Of” does not make you the bearer of the Rasta movement.

Do some research. 

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