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By Kim Voynar

Mr. Misogyny

While naked-celeb site Mr. Skin pisses me off on a regular basis by dint of its mere existence, their annual Anatomy Awards take the cake for objectifying women in the movie business. Boy, this site is really raising the bar on intellectual discussion of cinema, what with their awards categories like “Breast Picture,” “Best Oscar-Nominated Nudity” (that one, by the way, includes Changeling for its insane asylum shower scene, so I have to add as a side note: If you are watching Changeling to get off on this scene, you need serious help), “Best Boobs,” “Best Butt” and more.
I suppose if you’re a guy living in his mother’s basement on a diet of milkshakes, burgers and pork rinds who doesn’t have relationships with real women and, therefore, completely lacks the opportunity to have sex with any woman you don’t have to inflate first and clean up with bleach water after, there’s a certain value in a site like Mr. Skin that tells you exactly when in a given movie you’re going to get to see a naked actress. Or if you’re a 12-year-old boy coming to terms with his hormones for the first time, and therefore watch movies like The Wrestler or The Reader solely because they have nekkid women in them.
I can’t imagine why kind of man with any degree of maturity or intellect would actually frequent a site like Mr. Skin, but if you happen to be a Mr. Skin member and consider yourself otherwise to be an intelligent person, and you’d like to offer a reasoned defense of the site and what it represents in the comments, go for it.
(Note to perverts, imbeciles and general trolls: “Tits and ass OWN!!!!” doesn’t count as either reasoned or intelligent.)

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7 Responses to “Mr. Misogyny”

  1. Deathtongue_Groupie says:

    Not surprising that so far there are no comments. The title pretty much announces that there is little chance you would be receptive to ANY argument made in defense of drooling over women’s bodies.
    Now, sites like Mr. Skin bore me to tears in general and I always roll my eyes when an older buddy of mine wants to go see a movie because the well-known actress lead drops towel. However, I have from time to time found myself looking at such sites for pictures of the actresses and films of my youth that got my blood racing. Jenny Agutter in AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN LONDON or Kathleen Turner in BODY HEAT remind me of a time when movie scenes could have me readjusting my jeans and sex was a vast, mostly unexplored subject.
    Given the choice between looking longingly at boobs at Mr. Skin or laughing riotously at women getting butchered in an Eli Roth movie, there are far more apt places to stick a “Mr. Misogny” label.
    ps – too funny, while writing this, NPR is running a story about people with odd erotic fetishes.

  2. While I do love boobs (sorry, it’s true) I gotta say I didn’t even know that Mr. Skin did these awards till this here “high-brow” site pointed it out. So, thanks Kim! 😉

  3. Cadavra says:

    That reminds me of a good joke on a recent SNL “Weekend Update.” Apparently someone robbed a convenience store using a Klingon weapon. The punchline was something like, “No word on what was stolen, but pretty sure: not condoms.”

  4. Kim Voynar says:

    Deathtongue_Groupie: I have no objection to appreciating the physical qualities of the either sex, or even to the occasional drooling. I don’t think women’s bodies or nakedness or sex are dirty. I like burlesque shows. And I’m not even completely opposed to women choosing to act in tastefully done porn.
    My objection to Mr. Skin, specifically, is that this site takes nudity by women in films, regardless of the context, and reduces their performances as actresses to nothing more than tits and ass put up on screen for guys to jerk off to. It’s the context in which these women are being objectified that I find offensive.
    And Don, I consider you an intelligent guy, so if you find something worthwhile about Mr. Skin, do come back and share your thoughts. I’d be interested to hear if you discern some redeeming quality there that I’m missing.

  5. Krillian says:

    Is “tastefully done porn” an oxymoron or a euphemism for the first half of The Reader?
    I imagine Mr. Skin’s hits went up after the generous plug in Knocked Up.

  6. T. Holly says:

    But I need a male and female nudity database… sometimes memory’s just not enough.

  7. NV says:

    People masturbate. Porn exists. Porn helps people masturbate. Yes, its objectification, but you’ve got understand there can be a fantasy element in masturbation the same way it exists in sex. I for one, think its completely possible to masturbate to women who are being objectified and still respect women.

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So I decided on three writers that I might be able to option their material and get some producer, or myself as producer, and then get some writer to do a screenplay on it, and maybe make a movie.

And so the three projects were “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep,” “Naked Lunch” and a collection of Bukowski. Which, in 1975, forget it — I mean, that was nuts. Hollywood would not touch any of that, but I was looking for something commercial, and I thought that all of these things were coming.

There would be no Blade Runner if there was no Ray Bradbury. I couldn’t find Philip K. Dick. His agent didn’t even know where he was. And so I gave up.

I was walking down the street and I ran into Bradbury — he directed a play that I was going to do as an actor, so we know each other, but he yelled “hi” — and I’d forgot who he was.

So at my girlfriend Barbara Hershey’s urging — I was with her at that moment — she said, “Talk to him! That guy really wants to talk to you,” and I said “No, fuck him,” and keep walking.

But then I did, and then I realized who it was, and I thought, “Wait, he’s in that realm, maybe he knows Philip K. Dick.” I said, “You know a guy named—” “Yeah, sure — you want his phone number?”

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