If there is anything that clearly depicts how out of touch with “empowering women” the people being Evolution are, let’s just take a look at how they’re already attempting to build the main event of Ronda Rousey versus Nikki Bella. A build that should have been a lay-up for crying out loud: Nikki and Brie have always just wanted the Evolution to be about them and their self-promotion while Ronda is fighting for the right of all women to succeed in WWE even if all they have going for them is being one of the most popular and recognized athletes of the past 5 years.
Supposedly the Divas are ruining Evolution. This is according to a short opinion piece I’m not even going to bother linking to because frankly it’s not worth your time. But somehow I felt like it was worth my time to write a reply to the stupidity of the very idea that the women who competed as WWE Divas are ruining anything.
First of all, let’s be clear. The only difference between a Woman Superstar and a Diva is propaganda.
Wait, grammatically that’s wrong. It should “worst.”
The thing about “Empowerment,” by which I mean the branded thing that the zeitgeist keeps trying to sell back to us at ever-increasing profit margins, is that it’s entirely without substance. You can’t go against it because it doesn’t mean anything. It’s an attempt at rebranding by the same places and groups that made us feel awful about ourselves in the first place, who have sold us this idea of femininity for years and who have now figured they can fool us by giving Malibu Stacy a new hat. Continue reading Where’s My Freaking Revolution: Baddest Feminist On the Planet
Stories also used to teach that if you were good, for varying definitions of what “good” is, but essentially if you treated people right and tried to live by a code of respecting people, you’d get good things. Or at the very least, people who did bad would be punished. But if there’s anything adulthood has taught me it’s the opposite is the truth. The more you hurt and lie and cheat and hate, the better you do, and good is for suckers who haven’t learned how to work the system yet. Continue reading Where’s My Freaking Revolution: Why Yes, I Am Mad, Why Do You Ask, Bro?
Less than a week ago I let loose on Twitter with a rant aimed at the Apex Predator of wrestling journalism Dave Meltzer. This was specifically about his comments on women’s wrestling, including the quote “The deal with women’s wrestling in the U.S. is that you are supposed to say it’s good even when it’s not.”
No, Dave, that’s not the deal.
At which point I think it IS worth discussing. Not in a “how much bigger are her boobs” but in a grand sense of “what’s the correctly feminist way of viewing breast enhancement surgery?” Continue reading Boobs and Brains
I remember thinking in 2001 how great it would be to see a WWE Pay-Per-View that was just women’s matches. I fantasy booked the show, made online images as a campaign for a show I dubbed “Ladies Night.”
I also remember being told, mostly by guys, that it would never happen.
Now, almost 20 years later, it is happening. For real. Continue reading Theories Of Evolution