Liking, and also being afraid of, boobies does not mean I can’t be a feminist,

and it should depress you that I’m a better one than the idiot who thought this one up, a quick and easy way to see if you’re allowed to judge others.  You are?  That’s fantastic, and certainly better than challenging the status quo.   That this test (two women in it, who talk to each other, about something besides a man) makes Lesbian Encounters 8: The Other Isle of Lesbos a feminist film, and Gravity not should tell us that post-feminism is just a fancy way of saying ‘I’m going to do what the patriarchy tells me, but on my own terms!’

Actually 8 is a feminist film, it’s 9 that caused all the problems.  If I wanted a treatise on Adam Smith’s Wealth of Nations I would have watched Jungle Butts 5: Return to the Jungle…Again?

The point being the rule doesn’t work.  Why?  Because it ignores a woman’s right to play the fucking lead.  It doesn’t matter if she says a word, or what she talks about.  What matters is if she has a stake in the story, no matter how small.  Having recently seen the idiotic Jack Ryan: Shadows Against Shadows and the equally and surprisingly identical Inside Llewyn Davis, secondary female (and male) characters need to do more than just embody the leads fears, desires, goals, and so on.  They gotta want stuff.  And to Hollywood, can we please have more female bad-asses?  Enough with the muscular men running around with their shirts off.  I watch lesbian porn for a reason.

Because it’s feminist.