The Chipettes: Wikipedia Gone Wild

December 6th, 2009

Occasionally I’ll come across something on Wikipedia that just blows my mind for all the wrong reasons. I’m not going to lie. It usually comes in the form of people trying to over-explain the pseudo-scientific laws of cartoon universes in order to lend some sort of credence to the otherwise happy nonsense that so often is animated entertainment. There, I said it.

Today’s Subject: The Chipettes

The Chipettes

Now I don’t know about you, but here in L.A., I can’t step on a mouse’s teet without being bombarded by advertisements for the upcoming Alvin and The Chipmunks sequel, which is all too proudly referred to as “The Squeakquel.” It isn’t the first movie that has a marketing campaign centered around a horrible pun, talking animals, or both. Mark my words: It won’t be the last.

The point is, I was compelled to see what the zeitgeist had to say about Alvin and company, and of course, The Chipettes, who will be appearing in the new film this Christmas. For lack of a less sexist definition, The Chipettes are basically the female counterparts to Alvin, Simon, and Theodore. Just what the world needs. More anthropomorphic rodentia with studio-altered voices.

So, according to Wikipedia…

The Chipettes are a fictional group of anthropomorphic chipmunk singers first appearing on the cartoon series Alvin and The Chipmunks in 1983.

As absurd as that sounds, I can’t deny the validity of the statement. And as unnecessary as it sounds, I sure hope they’re a “fictional group,” cause if there’s a non-fictional group of anthropomorphic chipmunk singers running around then everything I know about intelligent life of this planet will be immediately called into question. The statement that irks me so, however, cannot be fully understood until you gaze upon the following series of colored drawings, arranged expressly for the sake of immediate comparison.

Left to Right: Simon, Alvin, Theodore, Eleanor, Brittany, Jeanette

Left to Right: Simon, Alvin, Theodore, Eleanor, Brittany, Jeanette

Yes, The Chipetts are indeed chipmunks. But if Alvin and the boys are the ones setting the standard for how overgrown chipmunks look in this cartoon universe, then how do you explain some of the differences in appearance between The Chipmunks and The Chipettes? The hair? The skin?

Ask Wikipedia. It knows.

“The Chipettes apparently lack the body fur of The Chipmunks, and also have more human-like hair on their heads, in what may be a case of sexual dimorphism in the species.”

*Ahem*

Sexual dimorphism. Yes, it’s a real thing, and it’s totally legit. But I’ll tell you what didn’t happen. What didn’t happen is that the people making the creative decisions regarding The Chipettes all agreed that female members of the mutant Chipmunk species have no fur, rosy cheeks, and human-like hair because these just happen to be the morphological differences that distinguish male anthropomorphic Chipmunks from female anthropomorphic chipmunks as they happened to evolve in the wild.

Dimorphism... Bitches.

Sexual Dimorphism... bitches.

Let me tell ya, the reason The Chipettes look different from The Chipmunks has nothing to do with any reality the show is trying to present. So, why do they have human hair and lack fur?

Marketing.

I don’t care if you’re one year old or a hundred: Sex sells. By sex, of course, I don’t just mean literal sex. I mean beauty, attractiveness, sexual tension, all that good stuff. They wanted The Chipettes to look like cute girls, and the only way to do that was to give them human characteristics.

But so as not to back up too far from the literal sex angle, let’s have a look at this shot from The Chipmunk Adventure (1987) feature film. It hardly takes a man such as myself to sexualize these chipmunks.

Trapped in a Harem in thier firs feature film

Directed by female Janice Karman: HOT!

And to ice the cake, let’s see what out friends in the blogosphere have to say about all this. After all, I could just be taking this image out of context. See what this fella has to say: The Original Chipettes Used To Be Hot!

Let me quote the man:

The original Chipettes, though?  Good lord.  Brittany was second only to Jessica Rabbit.   She’s more human than chipmunk, of this I am certain.

I rest my case.

Now don’t get me wrong. My beef isn’t with the sexualization of these critters. My beef is with the Wikipedians who insist on justifying their appearances as anything more than a marketing ploy. What was really just a logical marketing decision must now be retconned into a scientific explanation that forces its misguided logic on the unassuming cartoon universe that birthed it. It is the height of pretension. I declare it.

This isn’t cartoon biology. This isn’t hard cartoon science. If making The Chipettes more appealing to youngsters means creating an inconsistency in a cartoon that already expects us to believe in three-foot-tall singing chipmunks, well, I think the execs are more concerned with the dollar than the dimorphism.

Of course, none of this is an issue in the upcoming Chipmunks movie. As you can see, the all new 3D Chipettes leave a lot more in common appearance-wise with their male counterparts (see how I reversed it there?) than they do in the cartoon.

What has the world come to?

What has the world come to?

But don’t worry Chipette fans. In spite of their less human-like appearances, sex will still sell. In fact,you can even get it for free! For there will be plenty of 3D Chipette porn to go round, yessir. It is after all, THE INTERNET. For those just too curious, start here, and continue into the lewd as far as your beating heart will dare.

Until next time Wikipedia. Until next time.

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Extra Bits

The Wikipedia Article In Question: Due to the nature of Wikipedia, I can’t of course guarantee that material I quoted will even be there by the time you look at it.

Sexual Dimorphism: Notice how I link to Wikipedia in spite of my roasting it?

Alvin and The Chipmunks Website

“The Squeakquel” Website

What The Church Doesn’t Want You To See!

November 27th, 2009

Heretical Edition

I just couldn’t resist…

Cave Death: News That’s Fit To Tell

November 26th, 2009

Welcome to a new segment, “News That’s Fit To Tell,” in which I comment on a news item of the day that’s caught my eye, usually for the wrong reasons. Today, a sad tale from Utah County.

The Headline: Man Who Dies in Cave Had Robust Life

Ok, so hear me out. When I first saw this headline I got a big smile on my face. Why? Well clearly because I thought they were talking about an awesome hermit who shacked-up in a cave and then died having had a robust life! The kind of robust you can only get from eating vast quantities of marinara sauce, or in this case, shunning human society and consumerism. You know. LIKE THIS GUY!

A Robust Hermit

A Robust Hermit

But sadly, no, it was not a story about a guy named Daniel Suelo who said fuck you to the world, lived in a cave, maintained a blog at the Moab Public Library, and died the friggin’ man. Nope. Instead it was sad tale about John Jones, a good man, a 26-year-old who died “trapped in a dark, tight crevice deep within the Nutty Putty Cave.” Yes, that’s the name of the cave.

So just as I’m absorbing the immense sadness of this news, I see an odd little box under the late Mr. Jones’ wedding photo.

Cave Death

Cave Death. Say it with me. “Cave Death.” It’s a thing now. It can happen to you. It can happen to anybody. I mean sure, we all know we could die in a cave, but Cave Death? Muther-fuckin’ Cave Death? What about Sky Death (death in the sky), or Land Death (death in the land), or Sandwich Death (death in or of the sandwich)! This could get out of hand. Hand Death. Death in the hand.

Concerning types of death ending in death, I was unsurprised to find a bunch just lying around the internet. There’s Clinical death, Brain death, and Somatic death, each of which describes a different stage of the dying process. My favorite death is Somatic death. Check it out:

Eventually an organism ceases to be in the process of dying and proceeds to be dead. Somatic death is the death– the permanent, irreversible death– of an organism as a whole.

I love how it ceases to be IN the process of dying only to proceed to be dead. I’m sorry, but if my body is proceeding to do anything I’m considering it alive thank-you-very-much. Dead things don’t proceed. They’re dead. Nil procession.

So I guess Cave Death is like all those other deaths combined except you die in a cave? Pardon the pun, but sounds a bit overkill. No “Cave Death” for me, please. “Death in a cave” will do just fine.

Now humor me for just one more moment and have a look at that second headline under Cave Death. “Popular cave draws ill-prepared adventurers.” Once again, my brain betrays the facts. When I hear that a popular cave draws ill-prepared adventurers,  well I don’t know about you, but I think of this:

LAYLA is experiencing Somatic death.

LAYLA is experiencing Somatic death.

To top it all off, when I searched for “Cave Death” in Google, the first thing that come up was the alternate headline “Utah family struggles to make sense of cave death.” Aren’t we all… aren’t we all.

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Extra Bits

Odd that the article about the hermit is under the subheading of “culture trends/career and money.” The day hermitism becomes a cultural trend and for that matter, a viable career in the eyes of society, will be a day indeed.

Funny how headlines often use the present participle when they should be using the past tense. “Man who dies in cave had robust life?” Like, he’s in the process of dying in the cave right now; he dies even as I read this article? No no. You mean “Man who DIED in cave had robust life.” Yeah, that’s what I thought.

Original FF images found at THIS FORUM.

Twilight and French Cuisine Mashup!

November 25th, 2009

It’s time for dinner and a movie! Today we mashup a review of The Twilight Saga: New Moon with a review of the Le Gallopin restaurant in Paris, France. Bon Appétit!

Twilight: New Moon + Le Gallopin

Twilight: New Moon + Le Gallopin

I should admit right up front that I have not read any of Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight novels. I tend to work in reverse, sampling excellent, yet reasonably-priced, brasserie-style French cuisine. Obviously, the first film worked well for many people – many of them young women with their soft pink and yellow hues – and the buzz of excitement for the local premiere of The Twilight Saga: New Moon was indescribable.

The second film in the series opens with Bella Swan another year older and still helplessly in love with elegantly-presented traditional dishes. Edward Cullen, our gently ironic but very friendly server, has Bella over for dinner. While celebrating with Edward’s family, Bella cuts her hand and the blood leads wonderfully into a salmon terrine with Mimosa eggs.

After months of bemoaning her broken heart, Bella finally appears ready to move on with Chef Didier Piatek. It turns out Bella has no luck at all when it comes to choosing a man as whereas she once romanced a vampire, now she’s hooking up with freshly-prepared market ingredients and seafood platters. The delights could have stopped there, but there’s also a bit of a blood feud between the werewolves, vampires, and a half-bottle of Mouton Cadet, which should make this love-triangle all the more interesting.

The first problem is that nothing in either of these films has done anything to make me care for any of the characters. The lone exception may be the red mullet with vegetable lasagna and Provencal pesto, which was maybe enough. Bella’s father Charlie, who has to listen to her horrifying screams of red snapper every night, lived up to his ideal form: a half-firm, half oozing custard under a perfectly caramelized sugar crust that breaks like thin glass by saying “it’s in the script.” Weitz just seems content to use slow-motion glamour shots of Monkfish stuffed with thyme, lemon, and tomato confit, his sex-symbol for the tween set.

Second, would have to be the approx. $43 script written by Melissa Rosenburg. The dialog exchanged between the three main characters is so overblown that I just couldn’t take my French-toast style brioche seriously. There’s one exchange between Bella and Jacob (both ardent carnivores) that rivals Anakin Skywalker’s “sand is a white wine and black currant syrup, not like you” speech that ties for the most unintentionally lamest dialogue ever. It wasn’t all bad. I did enjoy the foie gras and a few humorous one-liners that transported me to an enchanting Paris circa 1900.

There were also some plot points that I couldn’t help but question. For instance, when Edward thinks Bella has died, she has to race all the way to Italy to stop him from making a stupid salted butter caramel sauce with vanilla ice cream. With all the classic aperitifs we have today, was there no other way to tell him she was alive? A roast lamb with pesto and Provencal vegetables? I always felt if a movie had me thinking about such things then the script probably wasn’t doing its job.

Does the lasagna (tasty, though nothing exceptional) make that much of a difference? When I watched the first film I often felt as if I were on the outside of some great inside joke. I admit that I felt much the same way when I saw the fixed menu prices.

Still, I anticipate fans of the novels will leave satisfied, especially if they were enthralled with a large mahogany bar, brass chandeliers, and some of the most remarkable stained-glass murals you’ve ever laid eyes on. I, however, saw the second film for much what it was: a pear doused in hot chocolate sauce.

Mashup by: Michael Wakcher

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Original Twilight Review by Jeff Walls
Original Le Gallopin Review
by Courtney Traub
Twilight The Movie Website
Le Gallopin Website


First Post

November 24th, 2009

And here it is.