sexism

Women may make up half of the movie ticket buying population, but that doesn’t mean we’re getting represented equally on film. In fact, gentle readers, it appears we’re getting punk’d by the majority of contemporary films and paying for the privilege.

The temperature hovered around 90 degrees on a beautiful sunny day this past weekend but that was nothing compared to my internal thermometer about three seconds after I heard this from a passing motorist. “Smile” the man shouted from the window of his rusty old van.

When I go out on a first date with someone new, one of the inevitable questions my friends will ask is "Did he pay?" If I say yes, they usually nod approvingly. If I say no, that we split the bill, they also nod — but it's usually a little more hesitant and accompanied by pursed lips. "Hmmm..." they appear to be thinking, "that's a bad sign."

Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be sex symbols. The wardrobe is skimpy, the job security tenuous, and worst of all, you have to self-lobotomize in order to work with men who are slightly less discerning than the sweat from Arnold Schwarznegger's pleistocene brow. Paging Transformers director Michael Bay and actor Shia LeBoeuf.

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