“I’m glad mainstream culture is starting to catch up to where lesbian-feminism was 30 years ago.”
In the blog section of her Dykes to Watch Out For website, the comics creator and feminist hero addresses the latest hubbub surrounding the infamous Bechdel Test and its position in a new rating system adopted by progressive movie theatres in Sweden.
The Guardian story that ran on Wednesday – Swedish cinemas take aim at gender bias with Bechdel test rating – unleashed a flurry of fury upon the worlds of Twitter, Facebook and Tumblr, as well as in the comments section of the article itself and the many variations that scuttled across the internet.
The actual story is very simple: four cinemas in Sweden launched a new rating to inform people of whether or not a film passed the Bechdel Test.
The test, for those not familiar, was first mentioned in a Dykes to Watch Out For strip in 1985, and acts as a measure for whether or not a film can manage to do the following: have two (named) female characters; have those characters speak to each other; and have them speak to each other about something other than a man.
It sounds relatively easy, but a huge percentage of films do fail this simple test. Which is what the test really serves to illustrate – not whether or not an individual film is perceived as sexist or misogynist (many factors must be taken into account), but in showing how rare it is for films to have women in them who speak of something other than a man.
To add further clarity, one can simply reverse the test and see how many films feature two named male characters, who speak to each other, and who speak of something other than a woman. The difference between the two results is rather telling. (This is a method I named the Reverse Bechdel Test, which I employed in a short study of the Bechdel Test upon DC and Marvel comics in May last year – a study I would very much like to expand upon in the near future!)
The Swedish cinemas have added this rating, alongside standard ratings that already exist for films – eg age certificate, warnings of violence, nudity or sex, and so forth.
What the rating does not do is censor what films can be made or shown, demand that films must feature women talking to each other about shoes, or dictate what directors can or should do. Yet a read of the comments and social media that the Guardian article spawned might make you think otherwise.
Bechdel writes in her blog post that she was more than happy to back the Swedish endeavour, but has turned down media requests for comment (after the first few) as it is tiresome to go over this same old (very old!) ground, and have to defend the cinemas against non-existent charges like those of censorship.
What she does write though is well worth reading in full. Here’s a snippet:
I have always felt ambivalent about how the Test got attached to my name and went viral. (This ancient comic strip I did in 1985 received a second life on the internet when film students started talking about it in the 2000′s.) But in recent years I’ve been trying to embrace the phenomenon. After all, the Test is about something I have dedicated my career to: the representation of women who are subjects and not objects. And I’m glad mainstream culture is starting to catch up to where lesbian-feminism was 30 years ago. But I just can’t seem to rise to the occasion of talking about this fundamental principle over and over again, as if it’s somehow new, or open to debate. Fortunately, a younger generation of women is taking up the tiresome chore. Anita Sarkeesian, in her Feminist Frequencies videos, is a most eloquent spokesperson.
I speak a lot at colleges, and students always ask me about the Test. (Many young people only know my name because of the Test—they don’t know about my comic strip or books.) (I’m not complaining! I’m happy they know my name at all!) But at one school I visited recently, someone pointed out that the Test is really just a boiled down version of Chapter 5 of A Room of One’s Own, the “Chloe liked Olivia” chapter.
I was so relieved to have someone make that connection. I am pretty certain that my friend Liz Wallace, from whom I stole the idea in 1985, stole it herself from Virginia Woolf. Who wrote about it in 1926.
Which goes to show that women have been shouting the very same things for a long time, only for it to be newsworthy then and again before being conveniently forgotten so that it may be whipped out again to churn up some headlines.
The cinema directors and their supporter, the Swedish Film Institute, are getting a large amount of uninformed abuse in the fallout from this story, but what they have done is remind people of the huge gender disparity in our media, and that even informing people of that disparity generates an incredibly hostile reaction.
A reaction that is perhaps more telling than any test could hope to be.