Just perfect. Not to get all boys-vs-girls, but when you think about what the dooz in the original fight club were reacting to, then compare to what women in the Jane Austen era (and eras before, and, actually, eras after) and… yeah. So. Whatever, Tyler Durden.
…There are some shows that go completely beyond the pale of enjoyability, until they become nothing more than overwritten collections of tropes impossible to watch without groaning. I think the worst offender here is the History Channel and all their programs on the so-called “World War II”. Let’s start with the bad guys. Battalions of stormtroopers dressed in all black, check. Secret police, check. Determination to brutally kill everyone who doesn’t look like them, check. Leader with a tiny villain mustache and a tendency to go into apopleptic rage when he doesn’t get his way, check. All this from a country that was ordinary, believable, and dare I say it sometimes even sympathetic in previous seasons. I wouldn’t even mind the lack of originality if they weren’t so heavy-handed about it. Apparently we’re supposed to believe that in the middle of the war the Germans attacked their allies the Russians, starting an unwinnable conflict on two fronts, just to show how sneaky and untrustworthy they could be…
Amazing. Read the whole thing at the link.
Tiger Beatdown › Fond Memories of Vagina: Martin Amis’ The Pregnant WidowHe inserted his male attachment into the female adapter, and watched his progress bar creep across the screen. The green line’s smooth rationality was undercut by the capricious time estimates that were careening wildly across the spectrum of likely endpoints. Five hours. Three minutes. Twelve minutes. A day. He thought of organized sports, for some reason.
Then, at last, the apex! The timer was counting down reliably from thirty seconds, the bar was filled with vigor. He hastened to his appointed destination, only to be distracted by a notification window (ERROR 739: FEMALE ORGASM NOT FOUND.) He felt his baud rate begin to slip. In a panic, he closed the window and pushed it from his mind. And then there it was: le petit écran bleu de la mort. He defragmented into a million bits of solitary pleasure.
“Infographic” (by Phil Gyford, repurposed under a by-nc-sa Creative Commons licence). Previously.
Woman’s Last Stand: Dodge Charger Commercial Spoof
A snarky response to that Dodge Charger Superbowl ad.
I don’t think these kinds of gender-based generalizations do anybody any favors — but I think that’s why this works as a good response to the people behind the Dodge commercial: it turns the tables to point out how ridiculous and demeaning the original advertisement actually was.
NY Times ad spoof written and directed by Michael Showalter for the 92nd St Y…
