Hillary Duff is full of snot

Because of a set of circumstances that are too long and unimportant to explain, I recently watched that Hillary Duff movie, Cinderella Story. Basically, all you need to know is that Mr. Most-likely-to-have-gonorrhea falls for the hapless bookworm Hilary Duff, because, he says, she doesn't care about what she looks like.

Which got me pretty mad. I mean, I am not campaigning for narcissism or materialism or anything, but this movie's key demographic is like ten year old girls, no? The movie presents them with two old, tired female archetypes: the loser brainy girl who doesn't care about what she looks like, but is 'real', and the bulimic popular cheerleader who does and is 'fake'.

Why should a girl ever think that those are her options?! What a horrible idea to present to impressionable kids! A girl can still be 'real' and wear a dress every now and then, no? Why is it that most classic ideas of what's 'girly' are intrinsically linked to the subservient, lipgloss-for-brains, 'ditz' ideal?

Just saying. I mean, even Gloria Steinem wore Pucci.

This is why New York Times columnist Maureen Dowd is such a rockstar to me. She won a Pulitzer and is not immune to wearing leopard print on occasion. Anyone with lingering doubts, please refer to her misguidingly saucy-seeming book about how feminism backfired- Are Men Necessary - much, much cooler than the horrible title suggests, I promise.


Whatev, H-Duff. You're making like $10 mill a movie, so I see the sense in that.