The Freaky Feminism of 'Evil,' TV's Weirdest Horror Hit

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Of the early-aughts era feminist blogosphere’s many messy tropes and tendencies, none once delighted me more than the awful, inevitable question: “Is it feminist?” 

The question’s applications were as varied as its premise was facile. Impossible to answer to any given feminist’s satisfaction, we nevertheless demanded a verdict on everything from Sex and the City to body hair management to voting (or not). Was it “feminist” to watch reality television? Was it “feminist” to count calories, to color our hair, to reclaim “cunt”? I posed the question liberally myself, or otherwise camped out in comments sections, thirsty for the debates — the self-righteousness, the defensiveness, the fucks given and the fucks eschewed.

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