I am tired of women’s stories.

Let me clarify: I am not tired of stories about women’s lives, stories that tell me something real about how a particular woman thinks or works or loves. But I am tired of “women’s stories,” stories that are supposed to be about a problem that afflicts “women.”

I go out of my way to find movies and TV shows that feature women as fully-realized characters, even if they are not main characters. Not because I feel that I “should,” but because I’ve found I just can’t watch anything else these days.

This weekend, we watched “The East.” Brit Marling portrays the main character in the film. She just happens to be a woman. Many of the other characters happen to be women as well. This is life. Especially in a world where women now occupy such a wide range of societal roles and occupations, it’s particularly odd is that so few major movies deign to show women on screen, and even odder are the increasingly bizarre excuses that directors and Hollywood execs use to justify this.

So I don’t want “women’s stories,” either. I want stories that have humans who just happen to be women in them – even if the cast is all female. Treating half of the human race as if it is some unknowable, mysterious creature just does not cut it for me, and Hollywood has long ago run out of excuses for why this is acceptable.