Despite make-up’s efforts, Hoffman was astounded to see that his character did not turn out to be gorgeous. “I was shocked that I wasn’t more attractive,” he said, getting a bit weepy. He went home and cried. Then he had an epiphany about all the women he wouldn’t talk to at parties [crying] and who he didn’t get to know “because I was brainwashed.”
So that’s the big epiphany that so many feminists are posting. Hoffman seems to have learned nothing about the lives of the women who are ignored or harassed, who starve or binge, who spend money they don’t have on cosmetics, who wear shoes that cripple them in later life, who are the objects of ridicule and violence. Nothing about butch women and muscular, athletic women being treated as “freaks,” or women who don’t get jobs because their face doesn’t fit, or women of color and the distorted sexual lens through which they’re viewed.
He’s just sorry that he was “brainwashed” – in other words, he was helpless to see women beyond their aesthetic appeal for him personally – and thus missed out on some damned interesting party conversations. His epiphany is that women who don’t turn him on actually might be fun to talk to. Duh. Yes, Hoffman, it’s all about you and your deprivations.