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Unattainable Ideal
You would.Teflon Billy said:I posted all of the following a page back or so any have yet to see any response. I thought it was fairly well-written.

Sure, I got your response right here.
Anyone here remember Orion Films? Anyone familiar with the financial history of MGM Studios? Cannon Films?Teflon Billy said:you are suggesting that stereotypes are entirely baseless, and I'm saying that they are the way in which we are able to discuss large groups and predict behaviour. It succeeds more often than it fails.
"More often than it fails"? Yeah, maybe I'd go for that. "Good enough to run a railroad"? No, I don't think so.
The entertainment industry is notoriously bad at predicting audience reaction. Few other industries are as consistently volatile. If predicting group behaviour was particularly successful, every film would be a hit. The fact is that nobody has come up with a system that predicts market success with any accuracy at all. The industry is forever getting blindsided by hits that come out of nowhere, and forever getting burned by trying to repeat previous successes. Behaviour prediction is overrated -- mainly by the very marketing flacks who depend on its putated accuracy for their livelihoods.
You're not a marketing flack, are you?

But not evidence of a, let us say, physically-based tendency. It may be evidence that men are socially directed towards such events and women are socially directed away. Certainly history gives us many examples of women who were raised "as men" and who went on to value and enjoy the sorts of things associated with men -- which offers vague, "not-really" evidence that it's all social.Teflon Billy said:Your theory also fails to take into account that if you open your eyes and look around at a Pro wrestling event you are seeing mostly men...evidence I find compelling (if anecdotal)
Which I understand is rather tangential to your point. Whether it's social or genetic, if it exists it ought to be addressed.
And I don't argue that it exists. I'm just ruminating.
But just to offer my own anecdotal counter, last night we watched Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! (which surely has to rank as about as "male-directed" as any film can get, consisting largely of scantily-clad women shaking their enormous ta-tas and driving fast cars recklessly -- simultaneously, if at all possible) and my wife not only loved it, she has announced that we must own a copy.