I have five kids. Like, for real. Five of them. We don't go to the movies as much now that my bigger kids are so BIG (seriously, one of them is 6'1"), and the little ones have pretty much zero interest in movies. We have a TV (we aren't that weird), but we don't watch it much. That said, I'm sort of out of the loop when it comes to pop culture. I've only read about the new Pixar movie. I had no plans on seeing it, really, but now that I've read about it and a had a friend confirm my suspicions, I will for sure not ever be seeing it.
Like any good feminist, I object to parts of Snow White (um, Prince rescuing her with a kiss? No). And The Little Mermaid (uh, have fins? Switch for legs? For a man? No). And like any good body-positivity activist, I question why I can't even take my kids to a movie, for flip's sake (not that I would, but we're speaking hypothetically here) without a collective sigh and a real, genuine head shake/eye roll.
I can't write with any real authority about Inside Out, because I haven't see the movie, but I'm pretty much 100% positive that seeing the movie isn't required to make this judgment. Because here's the thing about movies: They are made of pictures. And visual memory is most reliable than auditory or tactile. That's right, folks, we remember what we see.
Just take a minute to think about the implications of that.
And what are we seeing, exactly?
Well, the movie is a look inside the mind of an 11-year-old girl named Riley. I'm not sure what we'd expect to see in there, aside from One Direction and the remnants of some forsaken Barbies that now find themselves stored under the bed. Pixar wants us to see in Riley's mind, and that's clever. Cute, even.
Except here's the problem: What's apparently in Riley's mind is a tall, lithe, human-looking girl with a pixie cut named Joy, obviously. Her counterpoint is a short, chunky, sad-and-blue... person (I presume) with an emo haircut, named -- you guessed it -- Sad.
Sad (the feeling) is often associated with the color blue. Red is often associated with anger, etc. That I get. I don't get how that happened, and I'm not going to go searching because it's not that important to my point. Blue is also associated with boys. Which also makes no sense. At all.
Color aside... why is she short? Why does she have emo hair? Why is she wearing glasses? Why does she have to wear a turtleneck? Why is she fat, for frack's sake?
In fact, why have any of these characteristics been assigned to her?
Well. Probably because someone at Pixar thinks fat people are sad. Because they are fat. And how could they be fat and smile? Fat people have some nerve. Also, their poor vision is apparently causing them some distress. Joy doesn't wear glasses. She probably had Lasik. Because she is probably also rich. Rich, white (well, white-ish) people are also joyous. And she gets to wear a cute little dress, which she probably bought at Nordstrom, while Sad is shrouded in what is probably an itchy-ass thrifted wool sweater. Maybe that's why she's named Sad.
I don't even like turtlenecks.
Don't get all "Oh, she's a grouchy fat lady," on me. This is real.
All of this makes me sad. Just when I think we are starting to get it -- there's an African-American lead female protagonist in a Disney movie, Rapunzel takes care of herself, Elsa is a general badass -- something like this happens. And it's like Pixar didn't even know.
People of Pixar, can we stop stereotyping? Now? Thanks.
I wish it were that simple. The fact that someone who works for a major production company -- in fact, probably many people that work for that company -- cannot even see how this is problematic, is just... I don't even know. Upsetting. Marginalizing. Saddening. Disturbing. And the fact that most of us will see the movie and think, Aw, what a cute little movie, well, it says something about us, our culture, and what we've been conditioned to think for so long that it isn't even something we'd question.
Children are tiny, impressionable sponges. And small children, presumably the movie's target audience, are the most impressionable. Ours don't watch commercial TV for this reason. Have you ever really paid attention to commercials? Carl's Jr. is using sex to sell hamburgers, for crap's sake.
Children simply cannot discern things that are nuanced. They don't have the capacity in their tiny brains to say, "Hey Pixar. You are being a bunch of jerks." They see the character Sad -- blue, fat, glasses on her chunky emo face -- and guess what? That's sad. You just literally defined sad for my 4-year-old. THANKS A LOT.
Meanwhile her mother (me) is writing and talking and practically screaming about body image and fat acceptance. Pixar, you are undermining me. I expect more.
We can watch a movie and just watch it, or we can watch a movie and really think about what it's saying. And then we can ask -- ourselves, and the movie maker and each other -- what is going on here? And then hopefully we can talk about how we need to do better, for ourselves, and for our babies who are watching.
This story by Joni Edelman first appeared on Ravishly.com.
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