Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Residence Hall Safety at Rutgers

Most of this post was written as an intended comment to the coverage and discussion of the recent suicide of a Rutgers student by Jezebel.com. But as I was writing it, it became something longer, but something I still wanted to put out there for people to think about.

For the specifics of what went/is going on I'm going to direct people to the article and comments I am responding to: http://jezebel.com/5650995/rutgers-sex+spy-victim-commits-suicide and the new articles they link to at the end of the post. The basics of the situation is that a Rutgers student was recently taped (without his or his partner's consent) having sex with a same-sex partner by a webcam planted in his dorm room by his roommate and another student. The two students then broadcast the video on the internet. They were arrested, and charged with invasion of privacy. Devastatingly however, the victim (of this invasion of privacy? assault? hate crime? see the discussion at the link above) is now believed to have committed suicide on the 23rd.

This breaking of this story is causing a lot of discussion about criminal charges, legal issues, hate crime, harassment, young peoples' lack of empathy and respect, university culture, suicide and depression etc. but I want to bring up an additional factor: student safety at Rutgers, specifically student-housing resident safety:

I am a graduate student at Rutgers and also just this month moved my little sister into her Rutgers dorm for the start of her freshman year. On move-in day my parents and I were simply flabbergasted by the condition of the locks in my sister’s residence hall. Her co-ed dorm (which is supposed to be by far one of the best Rutgers has to offer according to word of mouth) is set up in a suite-style: 3 two-person bedrooms with a communal bathroom and common room. Each suite of course has a door, and each bedroom has a door. However, while the suite door has a “security lock,” the bedroom doors have “privacy locks” (to use housing office terminology).


What is a “privacy lock”? Essentially, a lock that does not work. Residents are given a key to their bedroom privacy lock, but it is not necessary. Anything will open a privacy lock: the official key, my dad’s car key, a quarter, my thumbnail, shoving the doorknob with enough force. It basically functions just long enough for the resident inside the room to, as my sister’s RA put it, shout “Wait, wait, wait! I’m changing! Don’t come in yet.”


My parents did all they could to keep from guffawing with astonishment when they discovered the ineptitude of this ‘privacy lock’ and its apparent normalcy. They went, as one would predict, to talk to a housing staffer about getting the lock fixed or replaced. What they were told is that the university can replace the lock, but only at the expense of the resident; “Privacy locks” were a normal and unproblematic issue. In other words: if you cough up the $200 to buy a new lock for us, we will keep your child safe. And of course, if you don’t, we are not liable for any loss of valuables.


This is an outrageous enough demand, but what has further frustrated my parents is the university’s attitude toward their concerns. They have responded as if my parents’ refusal find this security policy acceptable puts them into the category of the crazy college-student parents that one hears about in horror stories. Seemingly oblivious not only to basic assault and sexual assault statistics in general, but also school-specific violence and sex crime issues (Collegetown creeper anyone?), and complacent towards the theft in the Rutgers/New Brunswick area, they point out that there is after all a quite functional lock on the suite door.


But what anyone who has lived in campus dorms can point out: 1) that still leaves free access to a resident’s private room open to 4 additional people (beside the roommate) and anyone these people invite into the suite; 2) dorm culture often finds residents leaving their suite doors open, in (falsely-secure) efforts to foster community and camaraderie--- and this is a common practice in this particular dorm; and 3) even though there is card-access to the building, it is usually not difficult to gain access to a dorm if you are a friend of someone inside, loiter around the entrance long enough, are a delivery person, or are an official or official-looking university staff or maintenance person.


This means my sister, and any other resident, is actually unable to reasonably and confidently protect her/himself from not only theft of valuables (such as a computer, which a lot of Rutgers students can probably not afford to replace) but also from breaches of privacy, sexual or physical assault (remember, a lot of sexual assailants are people known to the victim), grey-areas of participation in illegal or banned drug/substance use going on in the suite (at many universities, even if you are not using the drugs/alcohol or know about their presence, if your door is open, your room is considered part of the space in which the illegal activity is going on)---- and let us remember school shootings, something for which most universities now claim to have protocols and security measure. But what do security officials usually advise individuals to do in these situations? Barricade yourself in your room. My sister cannot really effectively do that unless she has the time to push her dresser against the door. Additionally, all this applies to situations in which the resident is conscious and present, and if they are unconscious, for example, if they are, oh I don’t know, sleeping?


To get back to the events of the original Jezebel post: I’m not saying Rutgers’ housing/security policies or conditions are responsible for the independent malicious and harmful intentions/actions of these students, but I do think they should be asked to account for creating conditions in which crimes like this are extremely easy to perpetrate.


In my opinion, the university is demonstrating clearly that they do not care about their students’ (especially female students’*) safety, privacy, and therefore well-being. A call for replacement of old and dysfunctional locks in campus housing is not an outlandish request. But especially now, in light to the budgeting crisis, the university seem more interested in increasing enrollment to cover costs, pouring money into the underwhelming football program (see this opinion article for just a taste of the football issues http://www.dailytargum.com/opinions/let-athletes-choose-their-own-paths-1.2337417), and luxury construction projects like the new ‘welcome center,’ than actually spending money where it is needed and in the interests of its students.


While, I am only familiar with this one dorm and cannot speak to the conditions of the dorm involved in this particular criminal case, it is something I intend to investigate and needs to be investigated in general. As my sister’s dorm is “one of the best” I am going to speculate that the security measures in the other dorms are likely to be the same, if not worse.


This is an issue that I think other people and other Rutgers’ families need to hear about. With student/parent outrage at the continuing tuition hikes and the moving of costs to ‘student fees’ (which are often not covered by many forms of financial aid) this is yet another cost a student is expected to absorb (or not absorb at his/her own risk), and yet another example of the university’s inability or unwillingness to put the student first.


*This is a “female” issue for me simply because of the statistical likeliness of females to be sexually assaulted. But clearly, most (even all) of the concerns I’ve touched on are issues that affect all genders, and as this article/incident demonstrates, we should remember this should certainly include those of non-traditional genders and sexual orientations. In addition, I do think this is an ‘income’ issue and thereby possibly a racial issue, as those with resources are more able to purchase their child’s safety and absorb the financial costs of theft and trauma.


P.S. If you are familiar with the Rutgers dorms, especially if security measures in other buildings vary greatly from what I have described, or if you just want to send some information or corrections my way, please do.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

My love affair with Kristen Stewart continues

Since Kristen seduced me with her BAFTA speech, I have found myself feeling more and more protective of her. She did her duty as a presenter (probably invited in order to draw in the younger viewers) at the Oscars last weekend. Even though she was one of the few ladies who took the stage that did not have serious difficulty going down the stairs, the blogosphere hated on her for clearing her throat between sentences. I never realized coughing was such an ultimate faux pas!

Likewise, Joan Rivers (who, granted, is mean to everyone) spat some venom her direction. As her co-commentors tried to mercifully point out that K Stewart was cutting a pretty good rug on the red carpet as someone who was normally really bad at it or "anti-red carpet, anti-glam," Rivers tells her to then "get out of the business." I mean, seriously, how excessive! A talented, promising actress should not be forced out of the business because she feels uncomfortable with interviews, expensive dresses, and wild displays of self-importance.

But was perhaps more irksome was the response of some of my fellow Oscar-watchers. As Taylor Lautner and K Stewart came onstage to announce the tribute to horror movies, several girls around me started to boo:

Girls: (generally) Boooo!!!
Girl 1: (about Taylor) I like him. Don't boo him, boo her.
Girl 2: Yeah, she is so annoying. I'm not booing him, I'm booing her.
Girls: (at K) Boo!

I'm just as willing to jump into a hate-fest on Twilight and Bella, but people's ability to distinguish between the actor and the character seems to be rather selective, especially when it comes down to gender. I feel like in general no one is really blaming the Twilight boys for the fan frenzy that follows them around. Sure some people complain that RPatz is ugly and that they don't understand what all the fuss is about, but they don't seem to blame the rabid fan-girl pestilence up on him personally. It is rather the fault of the rabid fan girls. Taylor's plague of fan-girl locusts is slightly more tolerated by the critics, mostly because he is not RPatz and general Team Jacobness. But again, he is not blamed for the phenomenon. Rather the two male actors are often depicted as victims of insane, tween, vampire wannabees. However, this coutsey seems not to be extended to Kristen Stewart.

Instead she is hated on for (1) being Bella (and I find this the most sympathetic argument), (2) being popular, and (3) struggling with her fame. The boys of course have the likability of their characters working for them, but issuse (2) and (3) should be just as applicable to them as it is to K Stewart. However, instead the public seems to covet and sympathize with RPatz and TL, while booing Stewart off the stage and telling her to stop feeling sorry for herself. It is hard for me not to this as arising from (a) female viewers jealously of Kristen Stewart for being linked to these handsome men (and being gorgeous and popular) and (b) the unfair standards of perfection set for celebrity women rather than men. While it is ok for men to complain about being harassed by fans and tabloids, when Kristen Stewart-- a young and developing person-- struggles with the limelight, she should apparently throw in the towel, pack her bags, and never show her face again. It is additionaly irritating to hear her take such disproportional flack for the Twilight phenomenon, when compared with her male costars, especially since, let's face it, she's got the better credentials. Stewart has definitely proven herself to the industry and looks on track to continue to do so. Don't see Lautner or RPatz with a BAFTA, do we? If anyone should be staying the game, it should be K Stewart.

I was glad to see Stewart some what stand up for herself when she appeared on Leno. Defending her cough, for which she has been much ridiculed, she points out if she had not cleared her throat she would not have been able to finish the sentence, which she reckons would have irritated people more. Also, she adds that she finds the whole 'cough' controversy quite funny because she had been in fact so proud of herself that night for getting through the lines and the evening without any serious embarassments.

And I say, yes Kristen, be proud! It is the rest of us snarky women that should be ashamed.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Puppy Love: Michael Sheen

I have decided to be in love with Michael Sheen this week. For some reason, seeing the fantastic, versatile, fun, adorable actor at the Oscars this year threw me into a fit of rapture and adoration. Almost weeping tears of joy, I exclaimed to my fellow tv watchers "It's Michael Sheen! Michael Sheen! I love him!" None of them cared at all, so in a fit of self-indulgence I am going to celebrate him briefly with this post (I cannot wait to see him in Tron!).

Not only is he super cute, charming, and a beautiful actor but he makes following his career quite an enjoyable romp, going from serious dramatic films to imaginative, scifi films. And he makes all of the random characters majorly attractive.

For example, he rocks the dated hair as suave David Frost in Frost/Nixon:




















He, of course, places Aro in New Moon. Here he is being an awesome dad at the premiere:





















But he has also played Tony Blair in three different films, most notably of course, The Queen:














and the classy (but so passionate) Lucian from Underworld. What a dreamboat!





















And I cannot forget his terrific, flamboyant, snobby, yet tragic Miles from one of my favorite films, Bright Young Things (which I think might warrant its own post one of these days). Here he is with another of my puppy loves, Stephen Campbell Moore (and Fenella Woolgar).

In addition to being all the various sorts of stupendous he is, he is also really really funny. If you love him anywhere near as much as I do, check him out on the Graham Norton Show and fall in love.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Angelina's evil plot against the world

So this week the tabloids, gossip columnists and other lame people have been having brain aneurisms over Shiloh Jolie-Pitt's hair. Egad! It is short! It is boyish! FREAK OUT!!!

"WHY IS ANGELINA TURNING SHILOH INTO A BOY??????"

This is just ridiculous on soooooooooo many levels.

(1) Who cares? Maybe the kid likes to dress that way. Has anyone bothered to ask her opinion? Thought not! And besides, it could have a very logical explanation: My parents kept my hair quite short because I fussed and cried so much when they brushed my hair. Don't like have your hair brushed kid, fine, we'll make it so you don't have to have your hair brushed. Sounds like a good plan to me. Did I feel oppressed and traumatized about it? No!

(2) Who on earth really thinks Angelina has some sort of radical counter-cultural plot to turn her child into a boy? Insane people. And you know, plenty of parents go out of their way to protect their kids from limiting gender roles. It is nothing new. It is nothing to call social services about. In fact young girls who display more androgynous characteristics tend to have higher self-esteem.

(3) Taking on gender roles and encouraging your kid to defy them is pretty darn awesome! We should all do it more often. Go Angelina!

(4) And wait a just a flipping minute, how is this all Angelina's fault anyway??????

(5) I'm sorry but WTF!!!!!!!! is with the comparisons to Suri Cruz? Who on earth decided that she was the penultimate example of little girlhood? Is the press really trying to pit two celebrity CHILDREN against each other? Really? REALLY? Can't we at least wait until they are a tad older, and maybe, I don't know, can read and write? AND since when are Suri and mom saints with their high-heeled shoes and designer purses that we all spat out our spleens over last week? You can't have it both ways people!

(6) This whole issue is so freaking stupid I makes me want to spit!!!! We are supposed to live in a new modern and accepting world full of liberal minded PC people. And it is suddenly ok to go all bad-mother-finger-pointing because a TODDLER is tomboyish? How on EARTH are we supposed to accept ADULTS who transgress these apparently set-in-stone rules and regulations.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! **is a figurative one-person riot**

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Beautiful People

Maybe my strong dislike is now being manifested as suppressed affinity, but she just looks so classy in this outfit. It is impossible not to like her. I cheer her on as she steps out for the premiere of her boyfriend RPatz's new film (Daily Mail). I am glad she finally gets to show off her beauty and her boyfriend.

And this kindling of esteem for ole K Stewart must have made me look with more admiration upon Kiera Knightley, of whom I've gotten incredibly sick over the years. But she is really cool in Bend It Like Beckham and she look lovely here at the Laurence Olivier Award nominee luncheon party (jezebel.com).

In other news, isn't it sweet: Carrie Mulligan and Shia Lebeouf are dating (jezebel.com). Cuteness!

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Cinematographically Gluttonous part 2

In keeping with the subject of my previous post, I also thought it might be fun to point out some films that really quite bad, but look oh so pretty. Their storylines are terrible and their acting is usually pretty terrible (though not necessarily), but their art direction, production design, costuming, make-up, and cinematography are pretty darn great. Or in some cases, at least brief bursts of greatness can be found and you can feel glad that the tons of money poored into these movies was well-spent for at least that portion of the film.

Et maintenant:

Marie Antoinette

Lots of people hated this film, and to be sure it is not great. But Sophia Coppola sure has a great eye. It is definitely worth a quite watch for it's neon candied, girly fun, soft pastoral tones, and pop art take on late 1700s french fashion. The slightly punked, revisionist attitude that flows throughout the film is something fun to experience as well, and the film does feature some very well-executed, subtle scenes.



I also personally love love love the scene of M-A and her daughter in their country retreat (sorry that is in German). Skip ahead to 4:43 for the most beautiful part:



Twilight

This film, this whole phenomenon gives me considerable mental, emotional, artisitc, metaphoical, symbolic, and spiritual agony. However, some of the imagery in this film are quite stupendously enjoyable. I personally loved the baseball scene, especially when the evil vampires crash on the Cullen's family show-off time with their wind-blown hair and clothing. Also, love love love the slow-motion as Alice (?) hits the ball and Bella's hair gets plastered to her face. This video has rather blah quality unfortunately.



Van Helsing

This film is ridiculously bad. But Dracula and his vampire brides are pretty terrific and they look GREAT! (The greenish vampire spawn that explode into goo, not so much.) I wish I could find you a non-fanvid of the masquerade scene but I can't. Here is the trailer, bask in its terribleness.



Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith

Ok, not that this film is anywhere near as bad as Twilight or Van Helsing, but it is pretty weak. I found myself severely dissappointed by this film, so much so that I cannot really make strong enough excuses for it. However, I was crying during Padme's funeral although this might be because she looks so bloody beautiful.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Some maraschino cherries for the cinematographically gluttonous

After a recent experience watching The Prestige with some friends, I found myself being mercilessly mocked after expressing my rapture at a the visual beauty of a certain scene. Every time I watch the film, I am always taken by the gorgeousness of the Colorado road that leads Angier (Hugh Jackman) to the secluded haunts of one Nichola Tesla. Angier's carriage emerges from the mists, and leaves him walking through a shimmering atmosphere of ghostly white hanging about textured trees, etched with frost and dusted with snow. Everything is shrouded in a combination of enticing fairy dust, eerie mystery, and sheer amazing magic. It takes the breath away every time, or at least that of this cineast. A fellow watcher makes an incredulous snort as I let out an appreciative sigh with the first image of the beautiful forest surrounding Angier's harmoniously brown figure: "I love that the thing you like the most about this movie is the fog."

Now of course, 'the fog' is certainly not my most favorite thing about such a brilliant movie, but it is certainly a succulent and mouth-watering treat, one that makes you drool inside . . . like a rich creamy chocolate or the delicious cherry on the top on an ice cream sunday. Your heart skips a beat when you realize you will be enjoying this unexpected pleasure, and sigh with satisfaction and gratitude upon consumption of this tasty morsel. However, more to the point of this post, this experience put me in mind of several other times when I've fallen in love with movies because of their appeal to the cinematographically gluttonous. On several occasions I have suggest some to people (namely my dad) what I describe as some 'very slow' films, that have sustained me all the way through to their conclusions with their sheer dazzling beauty. Others (for example, my dad) without my appreciation for these feats of masterful filmic gorgeousness do not fair so well. It seems, as I've been told, not everyone can sit through them which is a pity because most of the films turn out to be beautiful in the emotional, narrative and just overall sense as well.

However, still basking in the afterglow of The Prestige fog, I feel the impulse to celebrate a few of these films. In an expression of my love for them, I hereby provide a few of my guilty pleasures:

The Assassination of Jesse James:
The story of this film moves REALLY slowly, slow enough you can easily lose interest in it. But what is great about this is that it gives you plenty of time to gaze at the amazing images, patinas, textures, and spaces that parade past you on the screen. This is one of the few films that most accurately captures the grandeur and sheer bigness of the American western landscapes, which is quite an accomplishment and quite an experience. This film is also peopled with GREAT performances, especially from Casey Affleck and Sam Rockwell.



The English Patient


This movie spawned my love for Anthony Minghella. We should all love him, if for nothing more than the unabashedly bloody gorgeousness of this film. Although a notorious cry-baby when it comes to dramatic films of any sort, I found myself uncontrollably sobbing during this film, not because I was particularly moved by the tragic fate of any of the rather unlikable characters, but more so because of the overwhelming power of the images. See this film and weep openly at its beauty. I dare not even include here a screen capture of a tragic scene at the end of the film, one of the most exquisite examples of its cinematography, because I do not wish to deny anyone the rapturous experience of uncovering it for themselves. This trailer is a little obnoxious, but may it whet your visual appetites.



Enchanted April

Another slow slow film. But its visuals have a magic ability to really fill your heart with love and warmth. Appallingly little happens in this film. And yet what a wizzbang experience! As the characters scurry off to Italy in a mad bid to get away from it all, they find everything! I don't know what it is about this film, but watching it was one of the most vicariously real cinematic experiences I've ever had. When the characters plod through rainy city streets and float around their loveless homes, the audience can feel the cold, dampness that is slowly killing their souls. But as Lottie, Rose and company feel their hearts refilling with life, warmth and love, so does the audience. One can really feel the warm sunshine as Caroline recuperates in the sun, and one's heart glows at Rose's delicate pre-Raphaelite beauty and Lottie's soft harmony with the pastoral landscape around her. The beauty of this film leaves you warm, snuggley, relaxed and with a rekindled love of life.

I could not find a satisfactory trailer, so here is a segment from the film. Skip ahead to 1:00 for the good bits.



Days of Heaven

Really really slow film number 4! This film is similar cinematographically to the aforementioned Assassination of Jesse James, but its narrative is much more expertly constructed. And its visuals are superb, striving to capture the beauty of the Texas panhandle and the grasslands--- in which is emphatically succeeds. Its beauty is only heightened by the quiet, silent nature of its characters and story, letting things unfold with an earthly, peaceful authenticity. If the fog in The Prestige was a tasty treat, this film is a candyland heaven of nonstop visual delights! Director Terrence Malick is said to have been striving to create essentially a silent film, and its silence and slowness give the film's beauty the perfect framing its needs to make it a mind-blowingly visual experience. Aside from Assassination's more dramatic imagery, this is the only other film I have seen that truly approaches consistently capturing the majesty of the American western landscape. (Sam Shepard's performance in this is also something not to miss.)

Apologies for the annoying voice over again.


Girl with a Pearl Earring

This a film about painting, so rather unsurprisingly it is lovely to look at. As the narrative delves into the life of Vermeer, the imagery strives to live up to his artistic standards. Color and lighting fill the movie with painterly visuals, and costume and makeup follow suit. The artistry of both the story and the images carries the audience away. Scarlett Johansson and Colin Firth's understated performances mesh well with this aesthetic. It is also quite enjoyable to see Cillian Murphy's small role as the butcher boy.




Heavenly Creatures


This film would not put people off with the slowness of the previously mentioned films. Rather, its creepy and horrific content seems to promise to disturb and unsettle its audience. However, it really is carefully constructed to give you a unique and creative view into something so unsavory, and this is a remarkable experience that one should try to take advantage of if one can. An additional pleasure to the overall genius of this film is Peter Jackson's masterful and imaginative visuals. They are filled with beauty, emotion and meaning, and truly make the film what it is.



The Tudors

This of course is much more popular and well-known than probably anything else on this list, but I could not help but mention it. Despite its rather considerable creative license it takes with history and its raunchy oversexed inclinations, the cinematography on this show is fantastic. It does things with color and darkness that few television shows do and sets it at a visual standard few television shows bother even to consider. I myself can watch the opening credit sequence over and over again, which not only showcases the amazing visual excellence of the film's artistic design and photography but also features some darn great editing. Maria Doyle Kennedy and Jeremy Northam look particularly gorgeous in my opinion. Try to ignore its obsession with carefully lit fragments of women's bodies, and embrace the music which is also brilliant.



The Fall

I do not really know what to say about this film. It rather speaks for itself. Unlike most of the other films I've listed, it is pretty dramatic, engrossing and exciting. It features an onslaught of beautiful, creative and mesmerizing imagery coupled with two fantastic lead performances. Just watch the trailer and you will see what I mean.



These are my top picks! If I think of anymore I will be sure to let you know!

Monday, February 22, 2010

The Magic of the BAFTAs: they can even pacify my Kristen Stewart hate

I was generally elated with this year's BAFTA winners: Colin Firth, Kathryn Bigelow, Duncan Jones being adorable, the much ignoring of Avatar. It filled my heart with joy and happiness. Darling little Carrie Mulligan got a BAFTA. . . . ahem, I should say: CARRIE MULLIGAN GOT A BAFTA!!!!! WOOOOOOO!!!!!

I was however really irked that Kristen Stewart won the Orange Rising Star award, because 1) I don't think she really deserved it and 2) I love Nicholas Hoult, who probably would not have won it anyway, but still (and Carrie was up for this as well).

I was all prepared to go on an angry tirade against Stewart and her brainwashed Twilight minions a la Xan Brooks' (the Guardian's BAFTA live blogger): "A pox on those pallid, adolescent vampire fans. Does their power know no bounds?" But hearing her speech and backstage interview made me pause and reconsider.

The poor girl look so deeply ashamed at having won that it breaks your heart. She all but acknowledges that she did not deserve to have won, she isn't as good as the other nominees, and that its all the fault of her rabid and tasteless Twilight fans. Her speech is basically a giant apology, and during her back stage interview she can barely find anything positive to say about the whole experience.

And this is where my Twilight-induced fury ends, because in truth, the girl is talented. As Noel Clarke points out, although the public decided who won, it was the Academy who nominated her, so she's got to have some chops. Maybe I am not content to have her ranked now with the much esteemed past Orange Award winner peers like the amazing James McAvoy and Noel Clarke (less so Shia Lebeouf and Eva Green--- wait Eva Green beat out Cillian Murphy!!?? missed out on an angry tirade there as well), but I find it quite easy to believe that Stewart's career will go on to match them. So cheer up Kristen! Don't be like Bella! Because then we really will have to hate you!

See the BAFTA videos here and here (and also witness how awesome Noel Clarke is as he tries to buck Kristen up).

Monday, January 18, 2010

Avatar: the poem

About the author: The author wrote this poem in the midst of distress over the film Avatar winning best picture at the 67th annual Golden Globes award of 2010. As James Cameron accepted the award and was generally self-important, the author wrote these words:

Avatar
I died inside tonight.
Stop your speeches
wannabes
I have No Faith anymore.
We don't need you to give us
meaning.
No applause.
I will sleep in denial.

The Hot New Trend: latent racism

The excellent "women's interest" blog, Jezebel, showcased in a recent post the racist overtones of certain current fashion trends. So-called 'ethnic-inspired' designer clothes are treading dangerously close to racism rather than witticism. Designers are unveiling their lines with names like "Afrika" and with catch phrases like "Gone Native." And what do you know, these clothes feature a lot of feathers, face paint and animal prints!

Animalization of non-white and/or indigenous cultures, as well as pigeon-holing them as 'wild', 'primitive' and 'tribal' has long been a sore spot in studies of race. And any anthropology student will be the first to point out that the idea that populations in undeveloped (read Non-western or third world) areas are 'primitive' is an archaic remnant of backwards colonial thinking, and fraught with all sorts of errors and fallacies. But this does not stop the artistic, cultural, and intellectual (white) elite from making a beeline for these terms when talking about anything "ethnic-inspired." A New York Times article, for example, sends up red-flags galore as it throws about words like "savage," "tribal," "drumbeat," and "stepping on African soil" (as in stepping out in African-inspired footwear) as if none of those words had even been racially charged. I was surprised that such a prestigious and widely-read publication would walk the line so audaciously.

But the fashion world is not alone in its faux pas. The entertainment industry has also been tiptoeing close to the edge. Another New York Times article by opinion columnist David Brooks deconstructs James Cameron's infamous Avatar, revealing how it falls into the age-old, 'White Messiah' fable. He explains:
This is the oft-repeated story about a manly young adventurer who goes into the wilderness in search of thrills and profit. But, once there, he meets the native people and finds that they are noble and spiritual and pure. And so he emerges as their Messiah, leading them on a righteous crusade against his own rotten civilization.
He adds:
He goes to live with the natives, and, in short order, he’s the most awesome member of their tribe. He has sex with their hottest babe. He learns to jump through the jungle and ride horses. It turns out that he’s even got more guts and athletic prowess than they do. He flies the big red bird that no one in generations has been able to master . . . The natives have hot bodies and perfect ecological sensibilities, but they are natural creatures, not history-making ones. When the military-industrial complex comes in to strip mine their homes, they need a White Messiah to lead and inspire the defense.
He further deciphers the appeal of this formula:
Audiences like it because it is so environmentally sensitive. Academy Award voters like it because it is so multiculturally aware. Critics like it because the formula inevitably involves the loincloth-clad good guys sticking it to the military-industrial complex.
This fable fits Avatar like a glove, and Brooks goes on to explain how the natives of Pandora (horrendously cliche name for a planet, in my opinion, by the way) are similarly stereotypically constructed.

Another possible offender is The Blind Side, the story of a rich Southern couple (read a brassy Sandra Bullock) who takes in a homeless, giant, black teen and coach him into success and football fame. Now I don't mean to insinuate that this is not a touching story, Michael's achievement should be dismissed or and we should shun being a little heart-warmed by it, but we also should not ignore that it is enjoying the PC position of a socially-conscious and diversity-aware film while simultaneously glorifying white people and sweeping the black community under the rug.

The main (non-Sandra Bullock) character, Michael, though sweet, charming and most importantly pitiable, strays into the stereotypical dumb giant character--- depriving the prime representative of black Americans in this film of considerable complexity and individualism. One critic notes, "Michael is a curiously blank character, his inner life lost in the glare of [Bullock's character's] self-congratulation. His [past] life is a flurry of flashbacks and vague stories meant — like that drug dealer and Michael’s drug-addicted mother, who appears on screen briefly — to conjure a world of violence, dysfunction and despair." So not only is Michael short changed, but the glimpses into the black community are negative and stereotypical of the horrors an ignorant, white, middle-class audience might imagine.

To add to this subterranean prejudice, Michael's redemption is only achieved through the intervention of the rich, white people who 'save' him from his downward spiral. The black community has nothing to offer Michael. He even has to rely on Bullock's character to trigger his excellence at football. She aims a magical speech at his bewildered face behind his helmet and, as A. O. Scott describes: "it works, just as if the young man were a 300-pound robot she had reprogrammed with the flip of a switch." Granted, the white family admits that Michael is changing their lives for the better as well, but not on the massive scale Michael's life is experiencing.

So like Avatar, the white middle and upper classes can enjoy this film, feeling educated about the lot of disadvantaged, black, southern youth and secure in the magnanimity of southern whites who have the all the answers and take all the credit. Is it then surprising that is was Sandra Bullock who took home the Golden Globe for best actress as opposed to a refreshing, atypical black actress from Precious whose role constituted a down-trodden and abused, urban single mother who drags herself out of her troubles on sheer force of will, hope, and the love and support of a community of educated black women? Unfortunately, probably not.

Blondes willing to 'war'

According to a new study, blonde women are more warlike than brunettes and redheads. Interesting idea, yes, but once you read through this confusing and contradictory article, the research sounds more than dodgy.

Funny how this idea has never really caught on in the entertainment industry. To name a few:

Famous blonde tv/film warriors:
Buffy

Famous non-blonde tv/film warriors:
Xena
Wonder Woman
Cat Woman
the Pink and Yellow Rangers
Sydney Bristow