Mills College of hate?

Hmm, for those who don't know me or don't realize, I attended Mills College...an all girls private college in Oakland, California. It's something you learn to expect and deal with, going to a girl's school, that you will get questions, and people will make assumptions about your sexuality. Whatever, I don't really care. In fact I tell jokes about Mills because it would be hard to find a school with less of a sense of humour anywhere. (How many Mills women does it take to change a lightbulb? One. And that's not funny!) But recently Mills has been talked about because apparently, there's a big spread (no pun intended) on Mills in a recent Hustler magazine. Mills College: School of Hate. I will provide a link to the article talking about that issue down below. What it really boils to is two or three things. One, Hustler's long standing history of assholeness. From now on, I am going to call anyone who admits to buying Hustler an asshole. It's homophobic, and by extension, it's misogynistic. Sorry, I will accept other examples of porn. Old school Playboys greatly amuse me actually. But Hustler is trying to sell magazines by exploiting American male fear of strong, educated women and real lesbians who don't look like the women in the porn industry. You'd laugh it off, except that it's deplorable and disgusting. Yes, I will admit to a certain distrust of men who attended Mills by the female students, I will even admit to one instance where a male professor was shouted at by a very angry young lady insisting it was innappropriate for him to talk about what he had been discussing. (No, Taming of the Shrew is not politically correct. Now shut the hell up and sit back down). Men were often treated with distance or indifference, but it was always polite. More likely, I heard men complain of being treated with fear. Understandable, but hardly the hate Hustler was talking about. Hustler is, to put it bluntly, full of shit. And they know it, they are perpetuating bullshit to sell their crap because their crap isn't selling enough on its own anymore. They're kind of a sad limp dicked old man whining about the good old days when it was ok to a conservative racist sexist asshole. And that's the opinion of a Mills student, not one who especially militant or even politically minded. I even like porn. Take that suckahs!

Here is article about this from Good Vibrations:

http://www.goodvibes.com/cgi-bin/sgdynamo.exe

More movie recs

I am trying to distract myself from a certain...unpleasantness...I discovered today. And so, more film recs. Slashy and nonslashy alike.

B. Monkey-- My current film obsession. As close to James and Rene as I can imagine, even if it does involve a man and a woman. Crazy jewel thief Beatrice (B.) who can get into anything (hence, Monkey) is getting tired of her life and wants, secretly to be a good girl. And she is noticed by an innocent, very very good English schoolteacher, and they start to date. Quite awkwardly, despite their attraction, as they are just too different. But he...gasp...has faith in her. And even though people from her old life want her back, and she is finding it hard to settle down, she loves him. Also featuring soundtrack with old jazz classics and Portishead. Directed by the director of Il Postino (soon to direct {hopefully} Marlowe/Shakespeare movie with Johnny Depp) who hand chose this project after his Oscar nomination for that. So so good. Rupert Everett and Jonathan Rhys-Meyers (sp?) as her friends, angry twisted gay couple.

Elizabeth--So it futzes the timeline a bit. So what? It's gorgeous Cate Blanchett as Elizabeth I and has gorgeous lines, gorgeous dresses and gorgeous fucking. Geoffry Rush....what more is there to say? Decadent and beautiful and dramatic and lush. Fanny Ardant at her hottest as Mary of Guise. True to the spirit of the history I suppose, if the facts are blurry. The dialogue is so strangely hot and amusing. "You are wearing a dress, Your Grace" in a dry English voice suddenly becomes the funniest thing you've ever heard.

My Beautiful Laundrette-- a young and hot Daniel Day Lewis in this story of racial tensions in a poor section of London, where the Pakistani immigrants have jobs and Brit street punks are on dole like everyone else. Omar and Johnny were childhood friends, and perhaps more, until Omar got a chance to go away to college and Johnny ended up a punk with racist friends. The racial tensions and differences are shown in a sympathetic, but not an easy, way. It's money, more than everything else, that causes the resentment. At the same time, there is a love story going on. Johnny and Omar are struggling to see if they can be together and forgive, if not forget, the past. Features some of the most naturally portrayed and seriously hot boy on boy action in any serious drama. Long and slow and drawn out. As well as some wonderful flirting. "eyelash!" heh. Mostly this movie is a tease though...leaving the best bits to the imagination.

That Touch of Pink-- Gayboy Londoner Alim has a problem. Well several. One, his traditionalist Muslim mother is coming to visit and doesn't know he's gay. *And* he's got the ghost of Cary Grant following him around and giving him advice. This movie is...too cute. The premise sounds a bit ridiculous but it's worth it, especially for fans of Cary Grant films (some of the dialogue is lifted directly from them). Because what Alim think is the problem isn't really the problem at all. He has to learn to understand his mother, and the culture he comes from, and who better to teach him than Cary?

A Room With A View-- The best of the Merchant/Ivory films (all too easy to mock, as Eddie Izzard does the best. Room With a View--of Hell). Super repressed Brits at their hottest and weirdest. Turn of the (last) century innocent English girl (Helena Bonham Carter) longing for a room with a view...and then getting a view...of naked Julian Sands. Actually, the scene where he cries out her name in the field and then storms over to her and kisses her...sigh...marvelous. Of course, then you get an hour and a half of denial of feelings and sexual confusion. (Passion? What is passion?)Features DDL once more as uptight fiancee and kinky Rupert Graves pre-Maurice hotness. (I will review that at another time). A quietly romantic movie, and strangely amusing too.


That's enough for now. Though must un-rec a certain type of fanfic, again. NO MPREG! EVER! KNOCK THAT SHIT OFF AND SATISFY YOUR SICK BABY FANTASTIES ELSEWHERE! GO FUCKING HAVE ONE OF YOUR OWN. THERE IS NO CERVIX INSIDE OF A MAN AND THERE NEVER WILL BE AND WHAT IN THE HELL MAKES YOU THINK THE IDEA OF A BABY COMING OUT OF A MAN'S *ASSHOLE* IS HOT OR RELEVANT OR NECCESSARY TO ANY STORY EVER WRITTEN? JESUS! I won't name the fandom, but I just read the most disturbing *Christmas Carol* retelling slash fic with an MPREG in it.