This article about cartoonist Allison Bechdel reminded me of her slightly infamous Bechdel test for movies:
My last five movies are Elf, Australia, Must Love Dogs, Godfather II, and X-Men III. Australia and X-Men had a few token woman-to-woman moments, but nothing meaty. Digging into my Netflixed movies queue (we usually watch three or four a month), I have to go back to July for the lady-penned Juno to find a full-fledged female conversation about something other than a man (it's another stereotypical hallmark of the feminine identity, pregnancy, but it adheres to these rules). And even if I were allowed to move any of my rom-coms to the top*, none of these women-targeted films would pass because their entire thesis focuses on the acquisition of a man.
Of course, whining about how many people have boobs in a movie feels hollow when you consider other levels of female subjugation like this, which places my first world ideology issues between "my latte is too hot" and "my hybrid car won't start."

*Ironclad veto power: the secret to any happy relationship.

