Netflix, privacy and being strong

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75px-NetFlixNetflix has some cool ways to get input from you to guide them on how to suggest movies you’ll like. I’ve just noticed they’ve expanded one of the sets of criteria: you’re asked to rank how often (never, sometimes, often) you like to see certain types of movies–categories like steamy, horror, military, con men, great escapes, and so on.

When I saw that one of the categories was “strong female lead,” I thought, hey, while these guys are helping you select movies that fit your tastes, they’re also building a psychological profile of you that could theoretically teach you something about yourself–or could even be used to manipulate you by someone with ill intent! But I’m sure Netflix has some highly paid attorneys who’ve managed that side of it. Imagine going public with your Netflix choices or, say, your library lending record…anyone feel like that might be TMI to put out there?

Strangely, it was a quiet revelation–not exactly a surprise–that I tend to like movies with strong female leads. Guess I never thought of dividing movies or books up that way. And it’s not surprising either to notice how often the strong female lead happens to be a single woman. Some of us were already strong before we chose the single life. Others of us gain strength while living the single life. Still others may not feel strong at all. And a lot of us have times–hours, days, weeks–when we don’t feel strong.

Thank goodness there’s no giant tribunal out there demanding that we have to be strong all the time…

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Movie review: Lackawanna Blues

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Saw a musical poem of a movie the other night. E. Epatha Merkerson—the police sergeant on the long-running, amazing-how-many-times-I-can-continue-to-enjoy-this-rerun Law & Order television series—plays Rachel “Nanny Crosby, a dynamic, loving presence in her 1950s-60s Lackawanna, NY neighborhood. She takes adult strangers—slightly crazy, homeless, lost—and kids into her warm and  cozy home. They have parties, drink beer, eat her home cookin’ and pay her some small rent if they can.

As segregation begins to lose its grip on the country, everyone passing through her home has a story to tell. Interwoven with the fine music are the portraits of the individual men and women who make up the fabric of her special world. Watching is like reading a poem.

Movie review: The Magdalene Sisters

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The Magdalene Sisters. Incredible movie about the torture of young single women in 1960s Ireland–not the 30s or the 20s or the 1800s. Young women who’d been raped—and subsequently accused of soliciting a boy—young women who’d had babies out of wedlock and had their children taken away from them. Their parents and the nuns despise them for their youth and their attractiveness—they were considered “occasions of sin.” The punishment for disobedience in the prison/laundry was having your hair cut off—what a fitting disgrace for young women considered dangerous for their looks and freshness.

Wow, 1960s. That’s when I was a teenager. And I thought it was pretty bad to be a Catholic teenager in America. Who knew how the pooor Irish teenagers and young women were not only being abandoned, but imprisoned for who they were. In one scene, a young woman who’d lost her child began calling out that the priest who pretended to be so perfect was not a man of God—she screamed it over and over—and they came in the middle of the night and had her taken away to a mad hospital, though her prison mates knew well  that she was not.

They each received one orange for Christmas. Can you say Charles Dickens? Some 30000 women were detained at Magdalene “laundries.” The last one closed in 1996.

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