A tale of mens’ art and boredom

I had a Eureka moment when I read the SCUM manifesto’s scathing statement about the mind-numbing tedium of life in a man’s world. It’s something I have been tormented by since childhood. Despite possessing intellectual pursuits, friends, pets, cross-cultural connections, media analysis  & inclusion in fandoms – the tedium and repression’s been unshakable. Valerie’s incisive indictment of malestream content we’re bombarded with daily ~ is just as accurate as it was in her pre-information age. These days we’re surrounded with the grand illusion of stimulation, which is intrusive and oppressive like in the 1984 dystopia. Flashy gadgets are everywhere, but their content is just as rooted in the shallow male foreground (as per Daly), with an addictive gloss on the surface.

Former Aussie comedian Hannah Gadsby has a heart-wrenching recording on Netflix called Nannete. In it she tragi-comically describes what it was like to study art history from a female POV: pics of women either lolling about in forests naked or acting the part of Christmas trees. She also destroys the myth of the male genius eg. Picasso. #Highly recommended viewing for all serious feminists.

As a brainy & passionate youngster in my pre-radfem days  I spun my mind in Figure 8 ways just to juice a little meaning and kernels of aesthetic value > to sustain myself in the arid desert of dude-produced drivel. I would force myself to sit through vile woman-hatred, violence & nihilism ALL BECAUSE the male-as-default culture convinced that I was missing something terribly important in the so-called works of art. It never worked: whatever pleasure I could squeeze out of this garbage was obtained on the margins and was unintentional.

There’s a special chapter in this story dedicated to that gigantic cretin incessantly praised and elevated into the ‘genius of geniuses’ category by Hollyweird dudes – Marlon Brando. With my usual seriousness & absolute absorption I spent years on IMDb arguing vehemently with Brando fanboys about his BS status as the “father of modern acting”. This Very Special Dude Marlon TM delivered all of 1 above-board performance playing himself  *Streetcar)…and then spent the rest of his vampiric existence sucking the life out of everyone around him. He was also a champion rapist, producing a 2-digit no. of progeny. Even when setting all this baggage aside – he was REPULSIVE in his screen presence despite his initial baby face and stole the opportunities of far more talented & professional actresses.

What men so misleadingly call “art” is nothing but a really revealing portrait of themselves. Males get VERY upset when you tear down their idiot Idols because then you get at their core of talentless and emptiness. They start frothing at the  mouth. I encountered this phenomenon again last year, when I attempted watching the unwatchable revival of my beloved Twin Peaks. The new installment was bare naked Emperor’s New Suit built on Lynch’s “special male genius” name recognition. The project was a cruel swindle on TP fans, actors and Showtime. Not only was it a

 

 

worthless turd which destroyed everything good about the original, but it also made me realise that

 

males don’t care about artistic & entertainment quality or integrity 

There were 2 welcome breaks in this stream of wanking nonsense: films Onegin and The Piano. Both had a female sensibility stamped all over them. Onegin is an indie directed by Ralph Fiennes’ sister.

*This post is unfinished as there is no language we have at our disposal to describe what a genuinely female artistic product feels like. It’s that quality invoked by distinct female indie musicians. Help me out here, sisters :=)

7 thoughts on “A tale of mens’ art and boredom

  1. One thing I’ve noticed since I’ve been consciously seeking out female-authored books in the last year, and to some extent F-rated movies, is that female creators rarely write stories with a bad guy. There is a huge contrast between the quintessential Indo-European storyline of “good man beats up on/kills bad man/men, wins fame, fortune, and female.” The main characters are generally much more real, more morally complex, and the people who give them problems are also morally complex, as are the relationship dynamics. There is very little of the patristic black-and-white dichotomy thinking compared to what I’m used to encountering.

    Actually the only female-created story I can think of with that paradigm is Harry Potter. Maybe that’s part of what makes it so wildly popular: it has the female human-level characters, in a palatable patristic narrative. Even in Harry Potter, I think she created her most morally complex characters outside of the hero-villain paradigm: Snape, Dumbledore, Draco. Who are also in my opinion the most interesting characters.

    I just looked up IMDb’s list of triple F-rated films that I’ve seen, and actually none of them has a clear good-guy (or -girl)/bad-guy dynamic, except for maybe Frozen, and that was co-directed by a man. The triumph in the plot is not about conquering or killing somebody, but about connecting with them in a way that improves mutual understanding, in everything from The Secret Garden to The Babadook. And a tragic plot is about failure to connect and understand, or to receive the understanding the protagonist needed, as with We Need to Talk About Kevin and Monster.

    I know this is probably only a sliver of the big picture of the nature of female-created art, but it’s something I’ve noticed.

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      1. Sorry for the time gap – I was trying to take a break from the larger world for a few days and recuperate from all the heavy-duty stuff. I would love to talk about this subject more. Maybe with multiple women working together we could actually develop some sort of framework for talking about female-created art. Would you post a link to your other post?

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  2. I have to admit that I hadn’t thought about it like that before, but it does make a lot of sense. I however already mostly read works by female authors because they indeed are much more capable of writing characters instead of extensions of the author and there generally also is much more complexity.
    I however have to confess that in my own writing, there generally are those on the main character’s side, and those who are against her. But that’s something that always happens. That doesn’t have to mean that such things make someone a good or a bad person. Except in some cases of course.

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  3. I can’t watch ANYTHING. The male-made crap is focused on the only things that stimulate the male “mind”: using their penises to torture women, an occasional lead-up of objectification and pursuit (aka “romance”) once in a while, self-aggrandizement through other types of violence, whether state-sanctioned or not (or violence proxies like sports, accumulating money ‘n’ power, or worshipful paeons to “great males” who did all the above, or made “art” about males doing some or all of the above. Yet the rare film or show made by women invariably centers males too, even to condemn male violence. I do not want to see more reminders on screen of what males do, even from a feminist perspective. Depictions of PIV and childbearing (or the “joy of mommyhood”) make me sick, don’t want to watch them either. If you don’t want to see violence, implied or actual PIV or the results of PIV (children), or any females suffering or crying (which gets males hard), or the glorification of the gay male-led feminization industry (fashion, diets, makeovers, makeup, etc). Add to my general disinterest of even female-led sports or cooking shows, and there literally is nothing to watch. Even lesbian films are het imitations, sex and baby obsessed, and always feature a bitchy gay male whom the female characters worship. And, of course, all the strap on bullshit because God Forbid anyone imagine a sexual act that doesn’t result in females getting impaled.I

    (Great post. I too agree with Valerie on this)

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