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Reply to David Edelstein's apology

Link to his apology over his Wonder Woman review. I'm Harpoon. 


You might be genuine about the "mouthiness," but wasn't something like this applied recently to Hillary Clinton, to her great disadvantage?... surely you must be aware of this. She was a pant-suited warrior who took no one's guff, and a lot of people saw a visage like the overwhelming mother of their childhoods, and fled to Bernie or to the vicious man -- that is, Gloria Steinem's take. Strikes me that in explaining how to you the term expresses only clear-cut admiration, you're expunging some things from memory that can't be all THAT repressed, given the nearness of the election, so you don't find you've trespassed into the unforgivable -- demonstrated unconscious fear of the castrating woman. I sensed your own dis-ease, not just your admiration, here. 

There is S&M though, isn't there? Chris Pine's in a chair, wrapped around in rope, powerless to do anything but comply. That's pretty much him and his army mates the whole movie. She's the "S," and they and much of the male audience are the "M," enjoying their uselessness in comparison to the phallic woman, who, joyously!, has seen enough good in them to decide to serve as their all-powerful protector. 

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David, just because you're a liberal who believes in women's equality and understands some basic principles of feminism doesn't mean you're never culpable for problematic behavior. 

Also, people aren't just upset about this review, but your whole history of describing women and actresses in your reviews. Remember when you described 10-year-old Emma Watson as thus? "The prepubescent Watson is absurdly alluring to those of us who always went for bossy girls; when she fixed her sharp brown eyes on Radcliffe and said, “Harreh, do be keh-ful,” my heart did about five somersaults." Jesus. 

@margot101 Culpable? Who the hell is going to admit to being culpable when it means admitting to finding a prepubescent alluring. What's the standing judgment awaiting people who admit to that? Isn't the idea better to create, therapeutic trust, rather than encourage more active self-censoring?

@Harpoon Super hot idea: Have NYMag editors actually do their job and stop letting him get away with this stuff. There's a whole editorial staff that could vet his reviews, advise him not to publicly admit his attraction to a child, take out all of that "lively" stuff about what actresses he finds bangable, recommend therapy. Novel, isn't it? 


@margot101 @Harpoon LOL this is what a born cop sounds like.

I can't believe my suggestion that critics stay away from sexualizing children is receiving objections in the Vulture comment section

@margot101 Hillary Clinton was right that most of America is suffering from serious disorders, but not so great in seeing it only as something they're all culpable for --  end the loser beasts! The liberal ability to explore what are genuine psychological disorders rather than character defects/inner evils, is being trumped by some intrinsic need to smash people down. Jessa Crispin suggested that we're using them as "sh*t containers" we can dump anything we don't like about ourselves into, that can't defend themselves or rebound back at us because THEY ARE psychically deplorable -- so surely this isn't in fact what we're doing! Which too is a pathology that needs remedying.

You weren't suggesting, you were admonishing, attacking... character-destroying -- that's what I personally objected to. In such an environment, which is everywhere now, no one is going to visit their therapist about their weird fascination with bossy 10-year-old girls and overwhelming militant women. It'll never gain conscious recognition, but in some sublimated, perhaps collectively shared (how many men found bossy, 12-year-old Hermione alluring?), public way, gratification will be found.   


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