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Secret Women’s Business: Galko-chan vs Stigmas and Body Stuff


Body-function-based humour is rarely the pinnacle of wit. To be fair, bodies are weird—whether we’re talking sex stuff or digestive system stuff or teeth stuff or whatever—so naturally as a coping mechanism, and perhaps simply because sometimes that weirdness is inherently funny, humans have been using their own bodies as a basis of comedy for time immemorial. Usually, though, the kind of candid and verging on gross-out discussions of Body Stuff and the humour that comes from that is a guy thing. There’s a stigma that girls/women just don’t talk about their bodies and the weirdness as much, when in turn makes girls/women feel it’s inappropriate to talk about that sort of thing. Which makes shows and movies that bring Body Stuff to the forefront, on the vessel of humour, from the mouths of women, subversive in their own strange way.

I talked a while ago about how Lucky Star somehow managed to walk the perfect line between relatable realism and whacky comedy while capturing the spirit of ordinary high school girls’ conversations, and somehow making that engaging. Well, Please Tell Me! Galko-chan is in much the same camp, but much, much more candid around the whole girl talk thing. Its main characters—each presented as a different archetype, with a matching nickname to pigeonhole them and everything—are friends who openly and frankly discuss stuff like periods, breast growth and soreness, pubic hair and safe sex. Combined with the playful subversion of the tropes the girls are initially pinned into, this is where a lot of the comedy of the show comes from. Not necessarily in an excessive and lewd way, though the fact it’s being talked about could come off as excessive to some—considering it’s not normally discussed at all. Continue reading


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Jupiter Ascending, Teen Girl Wish Fulfilment, and Hover Boots


With Indiana Jones-like reflexes, some friends and I caught the second-last screening of Jupiter Ascending in our city last week, and let me tell you that was one wild ride. If you haven’t had a chance to get your eyeballs on it yet, I’d recommend at some point you do—it’s got something for everyone: hover boots, gratuitous and meticulously gorgeous costume changes, buff dudes with wings, spaceship battles, royalty-sensing bees, and Eddie Redmayne being the hammiest villain I’ve seen in a while, while simultaneously sounding like he has the worst sore throat ever for the entirety of the movie (now that is what should have won him the Oscar). It’s also a story about a girl discovering that the universe revolves around her, which is not something most cinemas seem to have seen for a while.

Now, if you’re wondering if this post is going to be a detailed essay declaring why Jupiter Ascending is the next great feminist masterpiece, I’m afraid I’m going to let you down. Jupiter Jones (yes, that’s really her name, despite it kind of sounding like it’d be more suited to an old country and western singer than a sci-fi character) isn’t a perfect heroine—though, bland as she is, she manages to somehow be more relatable and interesting than other young lady characters that have appeared recently in other sci-fis aimed at young people. The most recent Transformers came up in our post-movie discussion, mostly because Jupiter Ascending kind of felt, in many ways, like the antithesis to that franchise. If the Transformers movies are made to be popcorn-flavoured wish fulfilment and cool car-robot fantasies for teenaged boys, Jupiter Ascending is popcorn-flavoured wish fulfilment for teenaged girls. Continue reading

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