I’m watching a documentary called Miss Representation on Netflix, about the portrayal of women in the media and our representation in business and politics.
I know they’ve carefully chosen footage to make their predetermined point, but…goddamn. I’m not even halfway through and shit is just BLEAK.
I’d wish for a “happy ending,” but I’d rather not betray the sisterhood with my sexualized flippancy. So I guess we’re just fucked. Oh. No, wait…
(Hello, I’m Smug Singleton and I use humor as a coping mechanism.)