overt gender discrimination has been wiped out at the institutional level. The goals of liberalism and feminism have largely been met.
But as society evolved, new branches popped up—socialist feminism, radical feminism, postmodern feminism, and more. Each has its own theoretical footing, and they often clash or flat-out contradict each other. That's why the fight for women's rights struggles to muster the kind of widespread momentum the civil rights movement had back in the day.
Gender discrimination still exists, no question. Hollywood's a glaring example—actresses at the same level as their male counterparts always get paid less.
Dunn's no feminist. He's got a big streak of old-school masculinity and loves the perks Hollywood's entrenched rules give someone in his position of power.
But for the sake of political correctness—especially in front of elite women in a college town like this—he's got to put on a show of supporting the right, progressive values.
Especially when feminism aligns with his own interests.
With Dunn Walker and Natalie Portman, two Hollywood heavyweights, on board, the forum hosted by the Harvard chapter of the American Association of University Women drew a huge crowd of students. Even multiple media outlets from the university town jumped in on the action.
The event featured a keynote by Gloria Marie Steinem, a big name in American feminist advocacy. She dove into the harassment female students face on college campuses, sparking discussion, exploration, and some deep reflection.
Her speech was electric—full of passion and persuasion. Even a guy like Dunn couldn't help but feel moved.
He even noticed Natalie's eyes brimming with tears.
"Hey, isn't that a bit much?" Dunn, sitting in the front row, flinched and quickly pulled out a tissue to dab at her eyes. "It's just a speech!"
Natalie shot him a look. "What do you know?"
Dunn smacked his forehead like he'd just figured it out. "Oh, right! Looking all teary and fragile like that—perfect for tugging at everyone's heartstrings. Nice move, Nat. Pretty sly."
"Get lost!" Natalie glared at him, keeping her voice low. "You're one to talk. You're no feminist, and yet here you are at this forum. Don't tell me you're not up to something."
Dunn grinned sheepishly. "I'm just here to fight for the rights of women everywhere."
Natalie scoffed. "If you'd stop messing around with actresses, that'd be a bigger help!"
Dunn's face went red, and he squirmed a little. "Uh… that's different. That's just normal dating stuff. Nothing to do with feminism."
Natalie rolled her eyes hard.
She was a feminist, but she was also practical. She could handle and accept the way things worked in society without going overboard with radical, domineering fixes.
Right now, feminism's push was mostly coming from the elite class. Among regular folks—or those even lower on the ladder—materialism ruled the day, driven by income gaps.
That's why the awakening, growth, and rise of feminism were happening in relatively women-friendly places like Europe and the U.S., not in regions like the Middle East or parts of Asia and Africa where women's rights get trampled.
Fifty minutes later, Gloria Marie Steinem wrapped up her speech.
Next up: Dunn Walker's turn to shine!
He stood, straightened his tie, and waved to the teachers and students filling the lecture hall. The room erupted in thunderous applause.
Sure, he hadn't even finished high school, but he was a bona fide success story!
Even these high-and-mighty Harvard kids had to give props to Dunn's legendary rise.
The organizers were over the moon. A guy showing up to speak on feminism? That was a win for the cause—a sign of progress!
And not just any guy—Dunn Walker, Hollywood's hotshot director and arguably the most influential figure in North America this year. Even President Clinton paled in comparison!
No matter how deep or dazzling his speech was, with Dunn's status and clout, it was guaranteed to make waves across the U.S. and beyond.
And the feminist movement? It'd ride that wave worldwide.
Of course, Dunn had his own agenda too!
A feminist surge would shake up Hollywood movies, opening the door to new genres. More actresses would get the backing to carry films at the box office, and even female superheroes could finally step up.
More importantly, he was out to smash Disney and Mattel's little scheme!
"Honored teachers, esteemed guests, and fellow students—hello, everyone! It's a thrill to be part of this forum hosted by Harvard and the American Association of University Women, sharing my take on things. I'm grateful to the organizers for giving me this shot. After all… well, you know, I'm just a high school dropout."
Dunn shrugged with a self-deprecating grin, and the room burst into laughter.
He was too big a deal to ignore. Everyone was locked in, even though they knew this was a speech—supposed to be serious, no interruptions, no throwing him off.
But they couldn't help it. From Titanic to Star Wars: Episode I, and now Spider-Man this year—people adored Dunn.
"I don't have the smarts or education to dive into anything as profound as Ms. Steinem did. So I'll just stick to some personal experiences and toss out a few thoughts."
Dunn paused, scanning the crowd, choosing his words carefully. "As you all know, I'm a director—a Hollywood director. When it comes to casting, I've run into some stuff that's laughable but also kind of frustrating. Let me give you an example."
"When we were shooting Wedding Crashers—you know, Reese Witherspoon was the lead, an amazing actress—I was the producer, and Danny Boyle was directing. There was this girl—I won't name her—who didn't get the part after auditioning. That same night, somehow, she tracked down our hotel."
"She knocked on Danny's door first. Danny asked, 'Who's there?' And she shouted, 'Director, I love you!' Danny turned her away, and then she showed up at my door."
Hollywood's casting couch was infamous. After getting blasted by the media in the '70s and '80s, it'd mostly faded from view.
But everyone knew the entertainment biz was still riddled with unspoken rules!
As a big-name Hollywood director, Dunn's story instantly hooked the crowd—especially the media folks who'd snuck in. Their eyes lit up. This was gold!
Straight from Walker's mouth, way juicier than tabloid gossip—readers would eat it up.
Dunn glanced down at the audience and took a deep breath.
The story was true, but as a Hollywood power player, he had to keep the industry's dignity intact. Digging up dirt or trashing it? Not happening.
"So this girl's at my door yelling, 'I love you!' I freaked out. Back then, I was still new to Hollywood—didn't know how to handle something like that. Lucky for me, I happened to know her mom, a higher-up at some internet company."
"I called her mom right away and told her what her daughter was up to. Guess what happened?"
Dunn paused for a few seconds as whispers rippled through the room. He sighed, shaking his head. "My friend—her mom—said, 'She wants to be an actress. Play by the rules—do what you've got to do!'"
The room exploded!
A mother saying that?
Wasn't that basically greenlighting the producer to exploit her daughter? Could a woman really toss aside dignity and honor for a dream?
The raw reality hit hard, leaving even these elite college kids stunned.
Dunn's story cut deeper than any Women's Association report or Gloria Steinem's speech—straight to the gut, soul-shaking stuff!
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