so it seems that my ire over the "o" lady and the yoplait chicks brought forth a rash of "me effing too" feelings on the part of my readers.
real women getting pissed off over the representations of real women. what a shocker.
so. here is another version of sassy domestic womanhood that makes me want to do an elvis on the telly. that fricking woman from the new Wendy's commercial (which utterly corrupts my Lost viewing. bastards).
yes, that's what makes me want to chow down a wendy's salad. witnessing a woman having what looks dangerously near to a psychotic breakdown 'food-network's-next-star' style over the assembling of a delicious salad. because we all know only women eat green vegetables, right? and that to show a man pulling that shit, or (god forbid) munching arugala and mandarins with visible pleasure --well, his very sexuality would come into question.
"only men can be shown to have real appetites on the mainstream media, whereas when women eat, it is represented in forbidden/eroticized/psychotic terms. discuss."
here endeth my rant about the gendered ideology of hunger...