Dear Men, Including James Cameron:
A large number of women don’t give a flying fuck in a whirlwind what you think about Wonder Woman, period.
We most certainly do not care about your opinions regarding whether or not Diana Prince is a feminist, as we do not care about your opinions regarding whether we are really feminists and if we are, is that being mean to you.
If you are a man and still with me here, you are almost certainly not one of the men to whom I am speaking.
James Cameron has a bee in his bonnet over Wonder Woman because he believes the female characters he created, Sarah Connor and Ripley, are true feminists and Wonder Woman as portrayed in the RECORD-BREAKING BLOCKBUSTER 2017 movie is not.
Some man actually told me that because James Cameron is older than I am, he knows more about feminism than I do.
I say, when James Cameron goes to work every day and stands on his feet for eight hours while simultaneously experiencing a menstrual period that makes the shower scene in Psycho look tidy, he can open his mouth to me about feminism or any other topic that ultimately revolves around women.
(Yes, I know that there are male feminists, but as with white people shutting up while black people are speaking out about their experiences living while black, I think men need to be quiet when women are talking about feminism.)
What does feminism mean to me? One of the many things it means to me is being able to say that James Cameron is wrong in his interpretation of Wonder Woman, wrong to think he knows more about feminism than women, and just fucking jealous because Sarah Connor and Ripley didn’t resonate with myself and the women that I know the way that Wonder Woman did.
I cried during the entire “No Man’s Land” scene in Wonder Woman when Diana was struggling to block the machine gun fire with her shield because that’s how it feels to be a woman every goddamn day. We are assaulted from all sides with words, fists, laws designed to turn us into goddamn Handmaids, judgements for not being housewives and mothers, judgements for being housewives and mothers, and the constant beating-down by society, shaming us for being fat, too thin, too sexy, not sexy enough, not being Wonder Mommies, being Wonder Wommies, choosing not to have children, having too many children . . . I wish I had a shield to block all of that from striking me every day.
I didn’t see women leaving the theater after Wonder Woman pumped up and excited. I saw women, including my mother and sister, walking out shaken and silent. Because they nailed what it’s like to be a woman. And they gave us a vision of a society of women who can fight, love, make laws, create a world without men. The movie did leave me feeling empowered, and I think that’s the problem with men who mansplain feminism and Wonder Woman to women.
Because deep inside, men like that know exactly what we are thinking and that their day is drawing to a close.