Post by Jet Somers on Aug 13, 2009 17:43:04 GMT -5
Cue Serj Tankian's "Empty Walls"
Various tabloid clippings and flashes of internet articles of starlets accused of breast augmentation. Respected actresses caught on paparazzi shots lavishly lolling about lascivious locales in little to no livery.
Hate filled forum posts debasing girls of various cliques; cross hatches marking through rapidly flipping pictures of scene girls, goth girls, punk girls, prep girls, sports girls.
Interior of an office building. An overworked female professional is trying to push a tendril of hair back up into her sensible bun without dropping an armload of files. The goosing she receives from a better dressed male professional takes care of that mishap. Later in an office, an older and even better dressed corporate type angrily offers her the door, and she exits dejectedly. He tosses a glance at the former younger male professional that reads "women" and rolls his eyes. They grin.
News reels of terrible violence. Molotov cocktails trailing acrid smoke through windows in health centers. Angry protestors beating one another with picket signs. Fists pumping as the Bible verses on shirts are chanted in unison. Women in tears run into the buildings clutching their stomachs, some hiding their faces in shame. Exiting, they are pelted with fruit, stones, bricks, bottles. One sign reads, "Abortion is Murder."
The various clips continue on a giant green screen as Jet Somers steps out from behind, wearing a snappy blazer and dark blue button down with a black tie. His shoes clack in the empty silence as the music has faded.
"Jet Somers here, and I want to ask you if you'd ever question what I've decided to do with my body, with my life, with my career?" he asks.
A quick close up of his face, then a cut to Jet pumping up the crowds at various MMA events, sometimes fresh, sometimes beaten and bloody. His adoring fans' obvious answer to the previous question would be no. Flash back to Jet in front of the green screen.
"No?" he asks, "Is that because I'm a man?"
Jet crosses his arms, "Real men support a woman's right to choose."
Another close up on Jet's sanctimonius scowl, then the scene fades. A voiceover, "Paid for by Athletes for Women's Rights"
Various tabloid clippings and flashes of internet articles of starlets accused of breast augmentation. Respected actresses caught on paparazzi shots lavishly lolling about lascivious locales in little to no livery.
Hate filled forum posts debasing girls of various cliques; cross hatches marking through rapidly flipping pictures of scene girls, goth girls, punk girls, prep girls, sports girls.
Interior of an office building. An overworked female professional is trying to push a tendril of hair back up into her sensible bun without dropping an armload of files. The goosing she receives from a better dressed male professional takes care of that mishap. Later in an office, an older and even better dressed corporate type angrily offers her the door, and she exits dejectedly. He tosses a glance at the former younger male professional that reads "women" and rolls his eyes. They grin.
News reels of terrible violence. Molotov cocktails trailing acrid smoke through windows in health centers. Angry protestors beating one another with picket signs. Fists pumping as the Bible verses on shirts are chanted in unison. Women in tears run into the buildings clutching their stomachs, some hiding their faces in shame. Exiting, they are pelted with fruit, stones, bricks, bottles. One sign reads, "Abortion is Murder."
The various clips continue on a giant green screen as Jet Somers steps out from behind, wearing a snappy blazer and dark blue button down with a black tie. His shoes clack in the empty silence as the music has faded.
"Jet Somers here, and I want to ask you if you'd ever question what I've decided to do with my body, with my life, with my career?" he asks.
A quick close up of his face, then a cut to Jet pumping up the crowds at various MMA events, sometimes fresh, sometimes beaten and bloody. His adoring fans' obvious answer to the previous question would be no. Flash back to Jet in front of the green screen.
"No?" he asks, "Is that because I'm a man?"
Jet crosses his arms, "Real men support a woman's right to choose."
Another close up on Jet's sanctimonius scowl, then the scene fades. A voiceover, "Paid for by Athletes for Women's Rights"
