Saturday, October 9, 2010

Television and the Disposability of Women

Mid-summer I got hit with stunning news regarding one of my favorite TV shows, Criminal Minds. The contract for AJ Cook (JJ Jarau) was not renewed and the screen time for Paget Brewster (Emily Prentiss) was being cut back. Few people hearing this news considered it accidental that they were both women. It would seem that CBS is quite comfortable with the main portrayal of women on their shows is as victims, broken and discarded.

The fans were outraged, CBS was inundated with calls, emails and letters, but nothing changed. On September 28, fans said goodbye to JJ.

Through the turmoil surrounding the news, I couldn't help but notice a trend. Most fans had a character/actor they would leave the show over if that person ever left, but it was always one of the male characters. So in the end, the women of Criminal Minds are as disposable to the fans as they were to CBS.

Criminal Minds fans do not seem to be unique in this. I have heard the same thing from fans of other shows. "I'll quit watching if so-and-so leaves." More often than not, the so-and-so turns out to be male.

How can we expect the networks to value female cast members when we, the fans, don't? There's a reason why non-chick flick shows centered on women don't tend to survive, why most of the victims in crime shows are women when in real life most homicide victims are men, and why the strong, interesting roles for men vastly outnumber similar roles for women. It's easy to accuse the networks of sexism, but face it, they're simply giving the viewers what they want. Until we start valuing portrayals of strong women, until we start wanting to see women as something other than the detritus of violence, television networks will continue to treat women as disposable.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Long Absence

On May 16, 2007, my father died. Needless to say, I stopped writing for a while. When I did start up again, it was to start a political blog. But now something else has me fired up so here I am.

Monday, April 9, 2007

Easter

Three of us stood at the back of the sanctuary, waiting. The first service had seemed incomplete...insufficient. A key element was missing, so we waited for the opening hymn of the second service.
The sounds of brass, tympani, and voices flowed through the sanctuary and washed over me. Yes! This was what I needed. This was Easter. Christ is risen!
Christ the Lord Is Risen Today
Charles Wesley

Christ the Lord is risen today, Alleluia!
Earth and heaven in chorus say, Alleluia!
Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alleluia!
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply, Alleluia!

Love's redeeming work is done, Alleluia!
Fought the fight, the battle won, Alleluia!
Death in vain forbids him rise, Alleluia!
Christ has opened paradise, Alleluia!

Lives again our glorious King, Alleluia!
Where, O death, is now thy sting? Alleluia!
Once he died our souls to save, Alleluia!
Where's thy victory, O grave? Alleluia!

Soar we now where Christ has led, Alleluia!
Following our exalted Head, Alleluia!
Made like him, like him we rise, Alleluia!
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies, Alleluia!
"Ours the cross, the grave, the skies..." This is Easter.

Friday, April 6, 2007

Good Friday

We held a Tenebrae service at our church. In the service we remember the seven last words of Jesus, with the reading of Scripture, a short meditation, and a choral presentation. At the beginning of the service, eight candles were lit on the altar, one for each of the Words, and the eighth representing Jesus. After each meditation, the speaker goes to the altar and extinguishes a candle. At the end, the Christ candle is extinguished and everyone leaves in silence.

This year I was praying the Rosary during the moments of silence. At the end of the service I had the last Mystery of Sorrow left, which is the Crucifixion. As I sat in the darkness reflecting on this Mystery, I started weeping. It wasn't any particular thought. No profound awareness. Just the weeping as I finished praying. Then the tears ended, and I left the sanctuary in silence.

Thursday, April 5, 2007

Maundy Thursday

Usually at this time I would be on my way to church for our Maundy Thursday service, but I am home-bound this year (somewhat under the weather and keeping a depressed beagle company). Following the service, several of us would get dropped off at the EDSA shrine to join the pilgrimage to Antipolo. Every year on Maundy Thursday there is a pilgrimage (the "Alay Lakad") from the Church of the Black Nazarene in Quiapo to the Antipolo Cathedral. Watching this mass movement of people is amazing enough, but becoming part of this throng...absolutely incredible! I feel sorry for the people standing on the sidelines handing out tracts. They really ought to take a chance and plunge in. The walk is fun, exhilarating, deeply spiritual, ever-changing community. Your feet might hurt, your body might be weary, but an energy flows through you from all the people around you. You are caught up in something larger than yourself.

I've participated in the "Alay Lakad" several times, and each time creates a special place in which I am privileged to walk.