Lately I've been noticing a trend. What's the deal with the romanticized prostitute-heroine?
I saw Memoirs of a Geisha at the theater a few weeks ago. It was a good movie. I rooted for the protagonist, and I even cried at one point. Then yesterday while I was mopping the kitchen floor, I dropped the Moulin Rouge soundtrack into my CD player. Even though I only watched the movie once, I remember enjoying the experience. As I hummed along to the music, I began to think about the stories I have been hearing.
Memoirs of a Geisha and Moulin Rouge follow the lives of upscale prostitutes. Both films focus on their heroine's career and present it as something ultimately beautiful and powerful (although certainly with the highs and lows of any well developed plot). If I'm remembering correctly, neither woman regrets her work, nor do the plots deal with many psychological ramifications from her profession.
So tell me, what is with the fascination, no, the heroic personification of the female sex worker lately? These immensely popular stories show the lives of prostitutes through rose colored glasses. We watch, and we hope for them to find love with the highest bidder. Somewhere in the back of our minds we know that their plot in life is anything but desirable, but we still cheer to see them bought by the "right" man.
Disclaimer here: I have a lot of thoughts on the sex trade. While we each make choices for our own life, I know that many women (and children) aren't given the option to make a decision. I do not think prostitutes are bad people, nor do I think that their lives are incapable of producing stories to be told (for heaven's sake, read the book of Hosea). I just don't think that field of work is one to be envied or emulated. And if we are currently working so hard to rescue individuals from that work, why would we turn around and make movies that glamorize the lifestyle?
Well, it could be something to do with expressing female autonomy. Both story lines take place a century or more ago. These women had an extra element of control and flexibility that their trade afforded them. In a culture where women had no voice, they walked alongside the powerful. But in the very same way, they are some of the most limited of all women. The ability to choose one's own sexual partner- to fall in love- is a dearly held personal freedom in our culture, and they are refused that choice. The slang for women who do not is evidence enough of a prostitute's disgrace in our society.
After chewing on feminism these last few years, I understand the danger of marginalizing women into purely sexual beings. It is that attitude among others which has kept women from being educated, and it continues to infect our media with images of plastic faces and bodies. Not only is it dangerous to be projected onto us, it is also a very limited lens for we women to see ourselves through. So why do we allow these heroes to be created for us?
I don't mean to sound overly critical. I did enjoy the films, and it would be hypocritical to pretend that I am somehow immune to appreciating the narrative of "love conquers all" underneath. It just seems that these stories have been preoccupied with a rather tragic element of female history, and we have tried to mask it with a pretty face. That makes me sad.
I feel like my thoughts are still underdeveloped. Why is this such a theme lately? Do we ever see a reverse of these gender roles in a love story? If not, why not? Are there more hopeful themes in all this that I'm missing?
Help me out here. What do you think?