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A displaced Jersey girl who adjusted to life in Kentucky just in time to head back home.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Don't you wish...

Courtesy of my mild obsession with Gilmore Girls, I've become attached to watching Veronica Mars. The unintended negative consequence of this is that I'm forced to watch commercials for some of CWs more inane creations.


The latest contribution to this mess is some reality show searching for the next Pussycat Doll. Because, hey, we've exhausted every other ridiculous idea out there short of Who Wants to Date an Out of Work Actor?
The latest commercial for this train wreck came up during Veronica Mars. In it, a fairly innocent looking young girl says "I want to be a Pussycat Doll because they stand for female empowerment."
I'm sorry, what? Which part is empowering? The outfits that would be too small for the third grade basketball team? The wild gyrating? The grabbing yourself in front of thousands of salivating young men?
What is this world coming to when exhibitionism and objectification qualify as empowering? Shouldn't this sweet-looking little girl aspire to be like Hillary Clinton or Madeline Albright or the women of the WNBA or the women recently named as the presidents of Harvard or Princeton if she is interested in female empowerment?

1 Comments:

At 3:48 PM, Blogger wonderturtle said...

You should definitely read Female Chauvinist Pigs.
It wasn't the best-written book ever, but it talks about a lot of these same issues.

 

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