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I wanted my first-year film students to understand what happens to a story when actual human beings inhabit your characters, and the way they can inspire storytelling. And I wanted to teach them how to look at headshots and what you might be able to tell from a headshot. So for the past few years I’ve done a small experiment with them.

It works like this: I bring in my giant file of head shots, which include actors of all races, sizes, shapes, ages, and experience levels. Each student picks a head shot from the stack and gets a few minutes to sit with the person’s face and then make up a little story about them. 

Namely, for white men, they have no trouble coming up with an entire history, job, role, genre, time, place, and costume. They will often identify him without prompting as “the main character.” The only exception? “He would play the gay guy.” For white women, they mostly do not come up with a job (even though it was specifically asked for), and they will identify her by her relationships. “She would play the mom/wife/love interest/best friend.” I’ve heard “She would play the slut” or “She would play the hot girl.” A lot more than once.

For nonwhite men, it can be equally depressing. “He’s in a buddy cop movie, but he’s not the main guy, he’s the partner.” “He’d play a terrorist.” “He’d play a drug dealer.” “A thug.” “A hustler.” “Homeless guy.” One Asian actor was promoted to “villain.”

For nonwhite women (grab onto something sturdy, like a big glass of strong liquor), sometimes they are “lucky” enough to be classified as the girlfriend/love interest/mom, but I have also heard things like “Well, she’d be in a romantic comedy, but as the friend, you know?” “Maid.” “Prostitute.” “Drug addict.”

I should point out that the responses are similar whether the group is all or mostly-white or extremely racially mixed, and all the groups I’ve tried this with have been about equally balanced between men and women, though individual responses vary. Women do a little better with women, and people of color do a little better with people of color, but female students sometimes forget to come up with a job for female actors and black male students sometimes tell the class that their black male actor wouldn’t be the main guy.

Once the students have made their pitches, we interrogate their opinions. “You seem really sure that he’s not the main character – why? What made you automatically say that?” “You said she was a mom. Was she born a mom, or did she maybe do something else with her life before her magic womb opened up and gave her an identity? Who is she as a person?” In the case of the “thug“, it turns out that the student was just reading off his film resume. This brilliant African American actor who regularly brings houses down doing Shakespeare on the stage and more than once made me weep at the beauty and subtlety of his performances, had a list of film credits that just said “Thug #4.” “Gang member.” “Muscle.” Because that’s the film work he can get. Because it puts food on his table.

So, the first time I did this exercise, I didn’t know that it would turn into a lesson on racism, sexism, and every other kind of -ism. I thought it was just about casting. But now I know that casting is never just about casting, and this day is a real teachable opportunity. Because if we do this right, we get to the really awkward silence, where the (now mortified) students try to sink into their chairs. Because, hey, most of them are proud Obama voters! They have been raised by feminist moms! They don’t want to be or see themselves as being racist or sexist. But their own racism and sexism is running amok in the room, and it’s awkward.

This for every time someone criticizes how characters of color and female characters of color especially are treated in text and by subsequent fandoms.  It’s never “just a television/movie/book”. It’s never been ”just”.

I wanted to bold so much more than I did because this whole thing is worth reading, but the first bolded part stuck out the most and is something that so many people don’t seem to relate to. People take roles they disagree with (see probably every Asian actor in Lucy) just because they need the money to survive and don’t want to cause issues in the film industry that will further prevent them from getting work (and thus being able to continue to survive).

And I had to bold the last part because I’m so tired of people using their “progressive actions” or proximity to good examples as reasons for why they aren’t racist or sexist. Boys raised by their single-mothers have still treated me like an object in our relationships and disliked moments were I would assert myself, despite watching a strong woman provide for them throughout their childhood. People who I know voted for Obama (either as Senator or as President) have made blatant and subtle racist comments, like complaining about “black people pulling the race card all the time” or much worse. People who’ve said they don’t understand the fear of a multicultural society have also said things like how they hate how New Zealand “forces Maori culture down their throat” and don’t see a problem with it (and I’ve heard the variations for Australia, Canada, and the US).

(via womanistgamergirl)

Happy Easter!

Yep, chocolate. Malteser bunnies are delicious.

Because clearly the KKK is less offensive than the spelling of “Kollection.” Yep, a group of racist white men (and women and their children) who went around openly lynching black people and are still disgustingly relevant today are less offensive than this handbag and brand.

Some people seriously need to take five seconds to, you know, think about how their ‘jokes’ come off.

I saw this the other day, and I’m still mad about it.

One of my friends had a minor obsession with my feet when he stole my camera. I’m not sure why!

And yes, we often sit on the floor of my apartment when we’re talking. I actually really hate chairs. Especially mine because they are so hard.