The Femmebots

W-O-R-Dz by Femmebot

The other night I was watching TV with the B-O-Y rather than retreating to the BRAIN to do what Femmebots like to do (read, write, draw, listen to music). I watched so much TV growing up, that I don’t care much for it at this time in my life (34 years old), as my energy seems to have become more sensitive to its attempts at brainwashing.

He likes to watch two-to-three programs at a time, often alternating between the “Ouch! My Balls!” Idiocracy type of footage on TruTV,  House Hunters International on HGTV and last night, “Sons of Anarchy,” a new series on FX. You can guess that the only one I can tolerate is the HGTV show (which does a great job of making viewers feel like “I want that!”), and the others are pure crap. I wouldn’t write a single W-O-R-D about any of them, but I need to vent about a scene that made me start protesting like a dyke on Market Street in San Francisco.

First, let me build up to it…I found it odd that a show on cable (not HBO or Showtime) featured strippers with pasties dancing on poles…then I squealed when I saw a guy get shot in the face, and the camera didn’t just let me “infer” what had happened…and then – trumpets blowing and drums rolling – “Gemma,” played by Katey Sagal (the mom from Married…With Children), finds herself kidnapped, tied up to a fence and gang-raped by white supremacists. This one literally made me yelp, “Oh my God, this is so graphic and unnecessary and I can’t believe this is on regular TV!” to which Sharky B replied, “It’s part of the story. As a creative person, you should be able to appreciate it.”

Am I just getting my period? Or is he desensitized? Or are TV producers trying to get me to write about this shitty show modeled after Shakespeare’s Hamlet on my blog, to increase their Internet media coverage?

Controversy. Sensationalism. Violence. These are the competitive tools of capitalism in the 21st century. “If it bleeds, it leads,” has always been the mantra of the newsroom, which is one of the reasons I left it. I left the business world because offices have become competitions in “who’s got the most sex appeal?” I stopped working for people because I kept hitting glass ceilings.

Hmmm. Welcome to reality. Welcome to the real world, little Girl Scout! No matter where I run, I find the same backasswards, sexist, stupid shit. I am wondering if I am too uptight? Expecting too much? Absorbing too much and not letting it roll off my back with ease and nonchalance?

Maybe I’m just getting my period.

So I take a few yoga breaths. I look out at the ocean. Are these just temporary escapes before returning to TheMultiD? Which one is reality? Which one is fiction? I check my Facebook for positive newz from friends and family and then I see all the posts about Lady Gaga’s performance at the MTV Video Music Awards. OMG. Yes, it is literally true: If it bleeds, it leads! Lady Gaga is hanging from a rope all bloody and I’m all, “That’s a Femmebot!” Femmebots either have no heads or have bloody ones from hitting so many glass ceilings.

It’s probably worse  than Sons of Anarchy – she’s a total sex object, she’s got blood covering her body, her porn lyrics are hypnotizing yet another female generation to use their sexual prowess to get what they want – and I am totally into it. It’s freaking performance art! Did she think of this herself like Madonna thought of the “Like A Virgin?” number 20 years ago? And is the pop music world where a Femmebot can make commentary about the hypocrises and complications of being a woman in a man’s world?

Who knows. At the end of the day, I give him a massage and he washes the dishes. We take care of each other, and apparently THIS is reality, and not the expressions of other BRAINz in TheMultiD.

When I watch Scarlett Johanssen, I think she is brilliant. Because she’s an actress playing the part of women everywhere who have to put on a “pretty face”…the singing part I could probably do without.

I found this video because I was reading a blog called “Go Fug Yourself,” which hates on Scarlett’s first video for her single, “Falling Down.”

“…why does the video to your first single basically seem to be about how depressed and truly pensive you are while people are putting eye make-up on you? Ooooh, poor sad angel clown.”

Clever writing. And I agree. But watching this video through the eyes of a 21st century feminist, I see something quite different.

I see what a woman goes through to function in the world. She isn’t just Scarlett. She is me. She is my girlfriends. She is my guy friends too — the ones who must put on a mask so that the world isn’t such a heavy place.

At least part of the video makes me go to this place of recognition.

When she starts staring off into her thoughts and the image of a little girl appears, that’s when I snap out of it and think, “Oh, she went too far!”

Good art suddenly transformed into crap.

But she’s young. She’s developing. We shall see her growth.

She was the first English-speaking Latina to play a professional woman on camera.

She plays a psychologist…who is sexy when she comes home. She smokes a joint. Kicks her heels up — and of course has a cat…she’s a tripped out chic.

This was Lopez at her best. This was where she was like, “Check it out girls — this is what it’s like to use more than your booty.”

She even plays the Porto Rican Princess all dressed in beautiful, shimmery white in the virtual therapy world.

As she switches from costume to costume, she becomes a different part of herself…the beautiful, multidimensional goddess that she has allowed herself to become without shame, without apologies…and with relative Grace Kelly style tactics.

Yes, we have an obsession with Grace Kelly.

But back to the story…Lopez becomes the trapped seductress until the cop, aka Vince Vaughn, pokes into her little twisted virtual reality with a traumatic memory from her physical reality, yelling, “Snap out of it! It’s not real! It’s not real!”

I often hear the B-O-Y saying that when I get caught up in the character matrix. Is it possible that this scene in “The Cell” is a representation of women’s sexual enslavement? Maybe for me it is.