that sound you hear is my head hitting ever harder against the desk.

At Property of a Lady, Deborah has an entry about going to see the musical Wicked, which I haven't seen but would like to-the couple of songs I've seen from it on the Tony Awards and the Jay Leno show were awesome. She writes:

The word “feminism” is never spoken. Indeed, neither is the word “women” except perhaps in passing. No one talks about women or sisterhood or empowerment. Not one bit.

But Wicked passes the Bechdel Movie Test (aka the Mo Movie Measure). The show is about two women (Glinda and the Wicked Witch of the West) and their relationship to each other. Secondarily, there are other relationships, including the Witch’s with her sister and her father, and both women’s relationships with male and female teachers and a romantic handsome prince. But primarily, it’s about the women.

Not to make a point, not to Say Something About Women, but because these are two complex and fascinating characters that carry the show, as complex and fascinating characters can do.

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