After watching a segment of the original "Ghostbusters," it became clear that I wasn't overly harsh.
The original cast featured Bill Murray playing the sardonic wise-ass and we like that. Harold Ramis plays a nicely-crazy ghost hunter. Dan Akroyd plays kind of a dork and we have no idea what Rick Moranis was doing.
All of the Ghostbusters in the girl version sparkle but they play down their femme bods so we have the hot but mousy one, the heavy and whacked one, the blondie crazy one, and the black one who lucked into the game. That sounds so liberally heterogenous it may be pudding but it almost surprisingly didn't turn out that way. All are more or less equally-weighted in their roles and they could keep it popping.
I was impressed by it and the movie was overcoming heavy biases since I'm so damned tired of the endless need to prove femmes can do it better. How about you just fuckin' do it, darlin', and skip the cheesy Dr Phil sermon. History will judge whether you were any good at it. Hook up with Dr Phil when he preaches at Jamestown if you need it so desperately.
We're just tired of femmes today and Jessica Valenti let one fly this morning on misogyny but that one-track mind probably doesn't even realize how much her words scream misandry. She's a journo at The Guardian and probably doesn't even know what it means.
Females who act like online activists for feminism are an endlessly trite and infinitely lazy pain in the ass but the girls in "Ghostbusters" go out to inflict some major whoop-ass on ghosts and they do it. That we respect.
In a world loaded to the gills with disingenuous yak, those who shut the fuck up and do it will always impress.
One more on journos: a CNN journo wrote in the last few days about 'a house catching on fire.' The correct expression is 'a house catches fire' which is something that journo will never do because likely she got her degree from out of a coloring book or an online university (i.e. same thing).
The original cast featured Bill Murray playing the sardonic wise-ass and we like that. Harold Ramis plays a nicely-crazy ghost hunter. Dan Akroyd plays kind of a dork and we have no idea what Rick Moranis was doing.
All of the Ghostbusters in the girl version sparkle but they play down their femme bods so we have the hot but mousy one, the heavy and whacked one, the blondie crazy one, and the black one who lucked into the game. That sounds so liberally heterogenous it may be pudding but it almost surprisingly didn't turn out that way. All are more or less equally-weighted in their roles and they could keep it popping.
I was impressed by it and the movie was overcoming heavy biases since I'm so damned tired of the endless need to prove femmes can do it better. How about you just fuckin' do it, darlin', and skip the cheesy Dr Phil sermon. History will judge whether you were any good at it. Hook up with Dr Phil when he preaches at Jamestown if you need it so desperately.
We're just tired of femmes today and Jessica Valenti let one fly this morning on misogyny but that one-track mind probably doesn't even realize how much her words scream misandry. She's a journo at The Guardian and probably doesn't even know what it means.
Females who act like online activists for feminism are an endlessly trite and infinitely lazy pain in the ass but the girls in "Ghostbusters" go out to inflict some major whoop-ass on ghosts and they do it. That we respect.
In a world loaded to the gills with disingenuous yak, those who shut the fuck up and do it will always impress.
One more on journos: a CNN journo wrote in the last few days about 'a house catching on fire.' The correct expression is 'a house catches fire' which is something that journo will never do because likely she got her degree from out of a coloring book or an online university (i.e. same thing).
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