Saturday, 9 July 2011

Another note

You may notice that I'm no longer named as the author of my previous posts. This is because I've changed my google profile. Or murdered the original Captain Bitchface for the sole purpose of taking over her shitty blog, whichever's more fun to believe.

Transformers: Dark of the Moon

It's kind of rare that a film turns out to be less misogynistic and shitty than I expect it to. Oddly enough for a media franchise whose primary purpose is to sell bits of plastic to explosion-hungry little boys, Transformers: Dark of the Moon actually passes the bechdel test.

That's right; despite the fact that the action sequences play like they were written by eight-year-olds (and then Optimus Prime fought the decepticon with his AXE! and they FOUGHT and FOUGHT! and all the cars were FLYING IN THE AIR), somebody on the writing team has actually realised that there is more than one woman in the whole world, ever. And that sometimes two of those women TALK! To each other!! HOLY SHIT GUYS!

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

Don't Do This

Has anyone called Carolyn Bourne (a.k.a Carolyn Whetman) an ableist bitch yet?

They haven't? Well, good. Because that would be BAD and WRONG.

For those of you lucky enough to have escaped the media for the last week, Carolyn Bourne is the tolerant and reasonable individual who wrote a long email to her future daughter-in-law, Heidi Withers, about how awful she was.

An email which then went viral. Whoops!

Heidi's crimes--aside from the obvious "being less upper-middle class than Carolyn" and "going near Carolyn's son whilst in possession of a uterus"--include not hand-writing a thank you note to Carolyn for the privelige of being patronised by her for a weekend, asking for more food at the dinner table, and having diabetes.

A note

So I might have stopped writing in this blog for a while. And just completely abandoned the whole "post a day" thing. Score one for laziness! Woooo!

I think the best approach, given my fluctuating schedule, is to simply write about things that make me angry whenever I feel like it. This may lead to more posts. You never know.

Thursday, 9 December 2010


Well... early Thursday morning, by now.

I was going to make this one a long post about how much Enterprise sucked at the whole "chicks in space" thing but then I ended up being delayed on the train for the fifth. fucking. time this week and would rather use my pent-up vitriolic rage to talk about the Assange case.

For those of you who have been living under a fucking rock for the last few days, WikiLeaks' founder Julian Assange has been accused of rape. Now since Julian is famous and arguably does good things for society, he is obviously innocent, just like famous rapist and filmmaker Roman Polanski. (Did I say "rapist"? Oops. I meant alleged rapist. Because he's a rapist. Allegedly.)

Monday, 6 December 2010


Monday is Recommendation Day!

I often find that books written before about 1960 simply do not have the ability to piss me off, however obnoxiously sexist they are. So I hope you can understand why, despite the fact that all the female characters have about as much personality as dysentery, my first ever recommendation for this blog is Mary Shelley's The Last Man.

Sunday, 5 December 2010