Today, in one of my periodic fits of rebellion, I wore slightly attractive clothing (read: slacks and a SLEEVELESS SHIRT, whoar…) while running errands in my neighborhood, even though I knew it would get me harassed. Lo and behold, I was harassed, this time by a non-homeless, non-crazy non-poor non-teenage man. That really drives me wild; there’s no excuse – drugs, teenage hormones, class anger – he’s just an asshole who knows he can abuse women and get away with it. I find it utterly depressing that I cannot walk 5 blocks in broad daylight in the most liberal city in America without getting sexually harassed.
Which is why I was so thrilled to get back and read Charles Stross’ Bechdel Test Roundup post. A movie (or book or comic) passes Bechdel’s test if:
1) There are at least two named female characters, who
2) talk to each other about
3) something other than a man.
Charlie’s writing quite frequently passes this test, but he’s embarrassed that it doesn’t all pass. (Awwwww. <3 <3 <3) More than once I've gained a better understanding of the female condition from reading Charlie's books than I had from 30 years of living as a woman, 8 of which I've spent as a consciously feminist activist. It gives me hope.
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