I got unfollowed by two people who I previously liked very much because I dared criticize Joss Whedon and express reservations about how he’s going to handle Avengers 2.
If I unfollowed everyone who had a different opinion from mine, I wouldn’t be following anyone. Sorry to put a pinprick in your idea that Whedon is a wonderful progressive genius who is going to save us all.
Good riddance. There’s the door; don’t let it hit you in the ass on your way out.
I don’t understand this whole Joss Whedon worship thing. I loved Buffy in her high school years, began to scratch my head when she went to college, watched Angel because, well, it was there and I loved Lorne and Christian Kane. I loved Firefly until I started to think about it and certain language darts stuck in my skin, and other people said things that made me think (I try not to think about my junk entertainment, or pretty soon, I’ll have no entertainment left). Dollhouse made me very unhappy. Very. He promised no fallback to prostitution, and he fell back to prostitution, also rape and battery. I bailed. I watched Dr. Horrible for the fellows, couldn’t help but notice my beloved Felicia Day was wispy and fridged.
And yes, the broken women speech was wonderful. Women also make great speeches about women all of the time. We can save ourselves, thank you very much.
Whedon is no longer a name that automatically puts my hand on the remote or in the theater. And if people unfriend you because you’re honest about what you think, then they’ve kinda missed the point of knowing your own mind. We aren’t supposed to be drones as feminists. We’re not supposed to be pre-teens squealing over the newest hot guy.
A lot of Whedon’s work was very important and formative for me. Nothing’s going to change that, just like nothing’s going to change the fact that he is problematic in many ways. He killed the Final Girl. A thousand Slashers couldn’t do it, and he did.
I am not a Whedon hate blog, but I will always question, and will never be able to fully trust.