Now, let me state for the record,
I’m not a pearl-clutching, horrified letter to the Radio Times type. I like my
comedy challenging, cheeky, shocking and unfettered by Daily Mail notions of
taste and decency, thank you very much. However, the other night I saw
something that had me questioning my sense of humour.
I had watched the first two
episode of BBC3’s new comedy Way To Go with minimal engagement. I liked the
central idea; three of life’s losers solve their financial problems by offering
an amateur assisted-suicide service. The three lads were familiar characters;
the eternally exasperated lad, the sex-obsessed gobby lad and the dumb lad. And
they exchanged predictable laddish banter and got into scrapes. Nothing
ground-breaking, but diverting enough.
And maybe that was what Bob
Kushell, the American writer had in mind when he wrote episode three. Maybe he
wanted to make an impact. That was the episode where we encountered the porn
actress who told the Exasperated Lad that she had been sexually abused by her
father but the reason she made porn was because she liked “getting shafted on
camera” before offering him sex about thirty seconds after meeting him. Later
she would be called upon to give an old man oral sex and would be casually
referred to as a “dick smoker”.
Meanwhile, the Gobby Lad met a
Goth girl at the fried chicken shop where she worked. The very first thing he
said to her was about how he was imagining her giving him oral sex. Later, she
would be referred to as a “skank” as his friends expressed incredulity that he
intended to sleep with her. And sleep with her he did, all the while calling
her a “bitch”, “skank” and a “dirty little whore”. But that was okay because
she liked being insulted during sex.
By the way, the first words of
dialogue from Dumb Lad were “Check out her nips”.
At the end of the episode I was
shocked and not in a good way. Not in the “I can’t believe they got away with
that, hurray for the BBC” way. I was shocked that such casual misogyny was
allowed onto the BBC. The treatment of the Goth girl was particularly
horrifying. Let’s imagine that initial encounter in the real world. Imagine
that someone walks into your place of work and the first thing they say to you
is that they are visualizing you performing oral sex on them. That wouldn’t be
funny, that would be sexual harassment.
And the thing is, a lot of women
don’t have to imagine that scenario, it happens every single day. If you don’t
believe me, visit the Everyday Sexism site where women
talk about how being sexually propositioned by strangers makes them feel.
Spoiler Alert: They don’t feel
turned on or inclined to sleep with those strangers. They feel threatened and
humiliated.
The men they talk about aren’t
funny; they’re verbally violent and oppressive. And I should imagine that they
use phrases like whore, slut and even dick smoker in everyday conversation.
And it’s that sort of language to
which I particularly took offence. It is unacceptable for racist and homophobic
epithets to be used in everyday conversation these days. And when used in a
script they are used to typify a certain character and that is rarely your
happy-go-lucky, hapless hero type. And that’s the way it should be.
So, when will we start extending
the same courtesy to women? When will it stop being funny to call someone a whore,
slut, slag or a bitch? I’ll give you a clue, it already has stopped being
funny. I suggested that Bob Kushell may have been going for impact in the
offending episode. Well, what I’d like writers to consider is the real world
impact of this kind of language. I’d like to think how real women would feel if
they were called bitch, skank or whore. How would you feel if you heard that
language used in the workplace, playground or in the street. Would you laugh?
I don’t want any language
censored or banned; I want us to take responsibility for its use. That language
does filter down and is used by people with a lot less sophistication and
intelligence than I would credit Bob Kushell and his fellow (all male) writers
on Way To Go with. As writers (including myself) are quick to tell anyone who
will listen; without us there is no show. There is a just a blank page. Well,
that cuts two ways. If the project starts with us, then so does the
responsibility. If you are putting that kind of language on the page then you
better damn sure you know what you’re doing and you’re prepared to stand by it.
And maybe a big help would be
more women on those writing teams. I’m not suggesting any form of positive
discrimination. I want writing to be a meritocracy. And considering the considerable
critical and ratings successes that female writers have been having recently,
we should most certainly be seeing a better ratio of men to women.
A study done by The Writers’
Guild over a six month period in 2011 discovered that only 32% of scripts
broadcast on BBC1, BBC2, Radio 3 and 4 were written by women. This seems
bizarre to me. After all, who wouldn’t want a Sally Wainwright, Miranda Hart or
Heidi Thomas on their writing team? After all, they were the powerhouses behind
those rating behemoths Last Tango In Halifax, Miranda and Call The Midwife. Who
wouldn’t want multiple and diverse perspectives in their story meetings?
Although, as 50% of the population is female, a woman’s POV isn’t exactly “niche”.
To go back to Way To Go, I can’t
help wondering if a woman casting an eye over the early drafts of the offending
script might have piped up and said something about the language and the truth
of the female experience. I know I would have done.
