Godless Bitches is my favorite podcast. The hosts are all atheist women, with the show’s emphasis on social justice. Whenever anyone asks me what my favorite podcast is, when I’m at work anyway, I say something about how the Theranos episode of Rocket is the best podcast episode ever. It’s a deflection, because even though Godless Bitches tried to rebrand as GB 2.0, everything still says Godless Bitches and even if it did say GB 2.0, Geebeetwopointoh doesn’t exactly flow through the mind or off the tongue.
Even though I just thought of someone to whom I could recommend the podcast, when I’m observing professional decorum, I’m not going near Godless or Bitches. Not being a white dude. I’m all for normalizing atheism and whatnot but no.
The show has three good hosts, Tracie Harris, Jen Peeples, and Clare Wuellner. They don’t spotlight steal, they give each other time. With Harris, it’s often these phenomenal monologues. Despite her recommending The Witch a little too gratuitously (wait, sorry, The VVitch), Harris is one of my favorite… not pundits, not personalities, maybe… intellectuals 2.0? Something. In addition to her monologue this episode, she’s got some fantastic observations later on.
The monologue’s all about how the portrayal of something doesn’t mean something is actually like how it’s portrayed. Specifically working women in the sixties and seventies being sex objects who type in the office, encouraging the male attention. I got a little twinge of possible “WKRP” guilt, though—obviously—they were trying to confront the misogyny and sexism in the workplace.
But that portrayal thing also has a lot to do with how marginalized people are shown in… well, any kind of media. For example, non-fiction movies can be edited to be racist or sexist. Harris brings up realities and reach of patriarchal censoring. It’s a lot and it’s great.
The rest of the episode is great too, but that monologue just gets the brain equally engaged and enraged.