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I recently rented a
copy of the movie The Children’s Hour, a 1961 film adaptation of a
play where Audrey Hepburn and Shirley MacLaine play two women who run a
school. Long story short, MacLaine’s character declares her love for
Hepburn’s and ends up killing herself in shame while Hepburn hooks up
with a tall and swarthy man.
The message is clear: Lesbianism causes
pain, suffering, and death. Heterosexuality wins.
Vito Russo, in his excellent work The
Celluloid Closet, notes that lesbian couples on film and television are
generally divided into two categories. You have the Irredeemable
Lesbian-generally the “butch” one. It goes without saying that she
is the seducer and the predator. Her target is the Innocent. That would
be the feminine one, who has been sucked into the sinful glamour of
lesbianism.
There are two endings to this story:
Irredeemable is killed off or suffers some other tragic fate, while
Innocent goes into a murderous rage or fall into the arms of a tall and
swarthy man. It’s either rage against heterosexuality or
heterosexuality being the rage. Such endings ignore the existence of
bisexuality, which is of course just a plot device to crank up ratings.
This week on the WB: A female lead kisses a girl and then goes back to
boys after a full ten minutes of confusion. Tune in!
The evil, dead, and suffering lesbian
cliche is a traditional subset of the generic minority cliche, best
summed up by “the black guy always dies.” For variation, he is also
permitted to be a drug dealer or best friend once in awhile.
Why are minorities evil beings who are
made to suffer? Hatred. We’re being put in our place. We can scream
until we are blue in the face about how virtually every minority
character is a ridiculous cliché without a meaningful role. The
traditional response from the powers that be is, “But they are there!
What more do you uppity people want?”
We’d like to live, for starters.
The disturbing impression that I was left
with after watching The Children’s Hour is that decades later little
has changed. Exhibit A: The television series Buffy the Vampire Slayer
which just last week killed off lesbian witch Tara (Irredeemable),
sending her lover Willow (who has dated men, making her the Innocent) to
go on a murderous rampage. So much for innocence. This was,
incidentally, the episode where the two characters were shown in bed
naked together and kissed throughout the episode. For those of you in
the back that missed the point, here it is: lesbian sex is a cardinal
sin that leads to death. In the interest of being inclusive, I should
mention that gay men are hardly excluded from this misery-my personal
favorite homo boy offing was Sal Mineo in Rebel Without A Cause, who
spent the entire movie moony-eyed at James Dean. Men, take note: crushes
on James Dean will kill you.
Consider a few other recent films. Lost
and Delirious ends with the Irredeemable attempting to do a falcon
impression off of a building. Mullholland Drive has a lesbian killing
off her ex that left her for a man. Kissing Jessica Stein, currently in
theaters, does an admirable job of avoiding stereotypes up until the
very end of the movie, where a character says that the breakup of her
relationship with a woman was caused by her inability to be “gay
enough.”
There you have it, folks-an invalidation
of bisexuality where the innocent jumps back to the boys.
Aside from Buffy other television shows
that have featured lesbian death and/or misery as of late include 24,
ER, All My Children, and Boston Public. The list of both television and
movie evil, dead, and suffering lesbians could go on for pages.
Those of you with a little free time can
have great (okay, it’s depressing) fun with a marathon of lesbian
death scenes. I would recommend starting off with Basic Instinct, where
Sharon Stone’s girlfriend is killed in a car crash and her
ex-girlfriend is shot to death. Stone herself is a cold-blooded killer
who also ends up with a man. This provides a nice two-in-one cliché
combo, with the added bonus that every single queer woman in the film is
deeply psychotic.
The marathon should end with a screening
of The Fox, where the Irredeemable lesbian is killed. By a tree. That
falls between her legs. With a death like that, how could her lover not
go back to boys?
Researching this column has been a
revelation. I realize now that I can never be happy, nor will any of my
relationships work out. I am a weak, sick, and pathetic predator who
deserves the pity of the heterosexual world, which should make every
effort to save and redeem me. The same goes for all gay people.
Lesbianism causes pain, suffering, and
death. We get it.
Kristen Minor is a member of the class
of 2004 at Dartmouth College, where she is a happy, well-adjusted, and
avowed lesbian who stays away from trees. She can be reached at kristen@youth-guard.org.
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