By Daniel | March 9, 2010
Most people remember Saturday Night Fever as a coming-of-age movie set in the disco era with a lot of Bee Gees music. But it also proved to be a great commentary about growing up and the decisions adults make.
In the movie, the pudgy Annette (Donna Pescow) was upset that Tony (John Travolta) decided to enter the local disco’s dance contest with a different partner. Tony at one time danced with Annette, but the dance she wanted to do was more horizontal. Now taking a more mature attitude – and serious about winning the contest – Tony wants his partner to keep it strictly business.
Annette finds it hard to believe that a guy would be interested in a woman for anything beyond fucking.
Annette: Tony, listen… I’ve been thinking. Maybe I’ll make it with you.
Tony: You call that thinking? Jesus Christ! You’re too much, Annette. If you say we’re going to make it, then we’ll make it? So I have no say?
Annette: It’s time we went out. You wanted to. You told me how horny a man gets at night. His balls ache if he doesn’t get it.
Tony: How do you remember those things? We’re gonna be spending a lot of time together practicing. If we were balling, we’d be going together. I don’t want to go with you. Are you a nice girl or a cunt?
Annette: I don’t know. Both?
Tony: You can’t be both. A girl has to decide early on what she’s going to be.
Later in the movie there’s a dramatic scene after the dance contest where Tony and his new dance partner, Stephanie (Karen Lynn Gorney) win due to nightclub drama. He’s disillusioned that the dancer who was really the best didn’t win. Determined to validate himself, Tony forces himself on Stephanie. Except like Tony told Annette – Stephanie was only interested in keeping things about dancing and didn’t want to hook up with him. She kicks him in the balls and leaves him alone in pain.
Meanwhile Annette has taken a bunch of pills, and in a twisted attempt to prove herself desirable to Tony, decides to take on several of his pals in the back seat of the car. As they drive to Brooklyn’s Verrazano Bridge, several of the guys take turns fucking Annette. They get to the bridge where the gang all get out of the car except for Tony and Annette. We see Annette has now sobered up and is crying in shame over her bad decision thinking taking on all those guys would make Tony jealous and want her.
Tony: Are you proud of yourself, Annette? Is that what you wanted? Good. Now you’re a cunt.
Why do so many BBWs believe the only way to get a man is to present herself as a fuck partner? I know I’m not the only guy who believes there are (1) women you fuck, (2) women you date and (3) women you marry. While I’ve seen some make the leap from (1) to (2) and from (2) to (3), I practically never see a guy whose first contact with a woman be primarily about sex lead to a trip down the aisle.
For men of quality, means and substance to fall in love, they have to respect the woman. I can’t believe BBWs who present themselves as hoochies stumping for applause by shaking their booties in some bar contest or encouraging wolf whistles from having their T-shirts sprayed down with water expect to attract a man who will respect them or want to have any other connection besides one that’s 6″ long. (Or 8″ if they’re lucky!) Don’t BBWs get fucked over enough when it comes to be taken as a serious relationship partner? That’s not size acceptance, that’s fatsploitation of the worst kind and infers that the main attraction for a man to attend a BBW event has to be raw and explicit sex.
Without a doubt, it’s important for a BBW event promoter to encourage as many men as possible to be at their events – especially since guests tend to be mainly female. But what does it say about that promoter’s opinion of women – let alone advocating their respect and acceptance – to bait those men with a wet titty contest that’s open to the public?
Sure, there will be a contingent who, like Annette in “Saturday Night Fever”, will choose the “cunt” route thinking that’s sure to get a man’s attention. But does that help a BBW find a worthy relationship candidate? Or feel empowered? Or even good about themselves? (It doesn’t.)