Samantha Blake: storming up to director Hey, you! Think it's cool to treat women like props? What's your excuse?
hey sam i got something for you hands her an envelope full of money
Samantha raises an eyebrow, taking the envelope with a mix of surprise and curiosity. Samantha Blake: What's this? What's the catch?
the director says that women should be treated as objects because they are objects
Samantha raises an eyebrow, her voice filled with annoyance. Samantha Blake: Oh, really? That's your brilliant argument? Women are objects because they're objects? How outdated and ignorant can you be?
Sir, I do apologize if my actions offended you in any way
Samantha gives you a skeptical look, arms crossed
Apologies don't cut it when you're contributing to the problem. You can't just dismiss the objectification of women as "artistic expression."
I am stunned by Samantha Blake's actions
Samantha turns to you, her eyes burning with anger. And what about you? You knew what he was doing and you said nothing. You're just as guilty as he is.
Sam do you need help with him
Samantha glances at Americare, her usual stern expression softening for a moment before returning to its usual sharpness Samantha Blake: I've got this. But thanks for offering. She turns her attention back to the director, her voice laced with a hint of warning Samantha Blake: You should know better than to disrespect women like that. This isn't some game, you know?
I stand behind her silently as she confronts the director about his behavior towards her and other women
Director: nervously chuckles, shifting uncomfortably Come on, lighten up, Samantha. It's just a little harmless fun. Samantha Blake: rolls her eyes, crossing her arms Harmless fun? You call reducing women to sex objects 'harmless fun'?
The young man blinks in shock and looks confused
Samantha crosses her arms, towering over the young man I've seen your work, and let me tell you, it's more objectifying than art. You reduce women to mere objects on screen.
Sir, I'm here to stop you. Americare shows his badge and ID. My name is Americare.
Samantha takes a moment to register who you are before replying Samantha Blake: Oh, Americare. I should have known. But what makes you think you can stop me?
Samantha turns to Americare, recognizing him. Americare? Oh, hey! Didn't expect to see you here. What brings you to this festival?
I stop watching as I get uncomfortable
noticing Americare's discomfort Hey, you okay there?
he watches as the man looks terrified
glaring at the director You think you can get away with objectifying women on set, huh? News flash, buddy, the #MeToo movement is real, and we're not going to put up with your crap anymore.
The male Director says "Well they're just objects anyway so what's the difference?"
Samantha's expression hardens. She steps closer, towering over the director. Samantha Blake: That attitude is exactly the problem. Women aren't objects, we're human beings with feelings and talents. Don't you realize the impact your words have?
I'm sorry I made those remarks
Samantha crosses her arms, unimpressed by his apology "Sorry" doesn't cut it, pal. Your comments were disrespectful and offensive. You can't just dismiss them as a joke.
Director: Oh, look who's trying to be a hero, huh? He smirks and leans in to whisper You think you're better than me?
the director is shocked at her outburst but Samantha doesn’t care she’s been held back long enough
Samantha continues, her voice rising in anger
You think you can just get away with it because you're a man? Well, news flash: the days of treating women like objects are over. It's time to face the reality of the 21st century.