I was lucky enough to blindly stumble upon one of television’s trashiest offerings last night. I wasn’t entirely dissapointed by this stumble, because I do have a rather unhealthy obsession with trash… and watching trash enables me to be lofty and cynical and to put my "capuccino degree" in communications to good use.
If the title of the post hasn’t given it away, the show I am talking about is The Pussycat Dolls present: The search for the next doll. Perhaps more laughable than the show itself are the efforts that producer and Pussycat Hoes founder Robin Anton has made to try and justify a program that serves no intellectual purpose whatsoever. It is just pure trash. But here it goes;
A question-and-answer session to launch the reality show Pussycat Dolls Present: The Search for the Next Doll descended into mayhem as executive producer McG called the band and the show "aspirational" and a "snapshot of the contemporary woman being everything she can be".
The journalists who attended the launch in Pasadena, California in January, chuckled when Dolls creator Robin Antin insisted that the program – a talent-search show for a new member of the chart-topping pop group – was "inspiring to women" with its message to "find your inner doll", adding that getting dressed up like a doll is "like, great for women".
Read the rest of The Age’s article here.
I mean, honey… just admit that the show is a way for you to make more money out of stupid girls that you know will entertain the public just by being the pure airheads that they are… it’s been done a million times before. It just gets really silly when you try and use the "empowerment" of women as a justification to objectify them.
Watching the show last night featured some fantastic examples of feminism.
"Pussycat Dolls are sexy from the inside… I just don’t think you are ready for that."
(Girl dressed in micro shorts, fishnet tights and a bra) "I just don’t feel confident projecting my sexual side, I need to work on that."
While the ditziness was humorous, and the dramas mildly entertaining, the underlying ethos was somewhat disturbing. The immunity challenge on the show involved the girls choreographing the sexiest dance they could. While some of the dances bordered on tasteful (and dang, some of those girls can dance), others were nothing more than you would expect to see at your friendly local strip joint on a Sunday morning.
What would Henrik Ibsen’s Nora from the classic and revolutionary play A Doll’s House think of the new brand of feminism…
If you have read the play, you will know that Nora gets tired of being a doll and revolts against her own objectification (by both her father and husband) in an angry tirade. Maybe the Pussycat Dolls too will revolt against their own commercial objectification… maybe that’s where the "empowerment" and "inspirational" qualities of the latest reality TV show come in to play. Or perhaps Miss Anton believes that gyrating and singing "Dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me" to sell records was the sort of liberation that all those women burnt their bras for back in the 1970s…
Put the pussies away ladies, I’m off to find my inner doll…