…I mean, if the world is turning into a ridiculously exaggerated nightmarishly dystopian state-sponsored blood-soaked hellscape, we might as well act like it.
Listen, Ghostbusters passes every test I can think of for the treatment of women in media.
Bechdel Test: All the women have a lot of conversations about things other than men. Like ghosts, and cadavers, and technobabble.
Sexy Lamp Test:None of the women can be replaced by a sexy lamp and have the plot remain intact.
Mako Mori Test:All the women have a narrative arc about busting ghosts and gaining respect, with the separate arc of Erin and Abby re-gaining their friendship, and neither arc supports a man’s story.
Furiosa Test: The movie pissed off manbabies on the internet.
withered, once-beautiful matriarch: my, it sure is hot tonight in… the south.
smoulderingly handsome, reckless heir to the family estate: *leans on a doorframe* hot- yes, just like the heat of my repressed homosexuality and barely concealed rage.