Tonight's 7 p.m. Two Boots Pioneer Theater screening of filmmaker Therese Shechter's documentary feature I Was a Teenage Feminist is reportedly sold out. But if you're in New York, you should still try to worm your way in because Shechter is asking the big questions about the f-word:
Does it even exist today and for that matter, what is feminism?
Is it Elaine, the apolitical but sexually liberated young woman? Is it Carollina, the self-described radical feminist and stay-at-home mom? Is it Nancy, the grrl rock promoter, marching in the Gay Pride Parade? Is it the editors of Bust Magazine, who can’t even use the F-Word with their own advertisers? Is it Vinnie, who is taking our periods out of the closet with his thriving tampon case business? Or is it Therese’s mother and role model, who lived the goals of feminism but now rejects the label and even any need for the movement?
[The cinetrix would have thrown this doc a little love regardless--I mean, the subject is near and dear to my black heart--but wouldja look at the production company's name?]