Watching Women's Television - Slate
I think women’s TV might be worse than women’s magazines, in terms of the vision they project of les femmes. I’m not a hardcore grrrrl by any means, but seriously, when did Oxygen, We, and Lifetime get so bad? So bad, that I associate watching them with activities like home manicures and crocheting granny squares and crying into a half-eaten tube of cookie dough—most girls don’t really do those things more than once a year, but when it happens, you never mention it. We all tacitly agree to overlook those things, just as we do when a friend mentions catching an episode of Bad Girl’s Club the other night. And when watching a network devoted to your entire gender becomes a dirty secret, I’d say something’s probably wrong, no?
