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Topics and philosophies discussed in this sexism blog are intended to stir the imagination while provoking thought. With that said, however, the author has no doubt that some readers may find certain aspects of her points of view a trifle unsettling. Thus, bearing in mind that this blog will not refrain from pushing buttons... Feel free to come in and relax... Get stirred up... Have a laugh... What-evah... It's all up to Y O U !

Friday, February 24, 2012

Choices - When it comes to dares

The sampling below is taken from an excellent rendition of what goes on in the bars men wouldn't want their wives to visit. The author, Terry Mahoney, manages to get the most vital points across in less than 500 words. Ladies... What would you think if this were your man? Read the sampling and then click the link to take in the entire scoop...
Dog poured the second shot into his glass as she slid onto the stool next to him. Her hand came to a rest on his knee, and he stared at the scene in the mirror behind the bar. He saw the green satin blouse she wore, her red hair falling down it and across her shoulder as she leaned into him. Where she touched him, he felt fire. He was desperate, but he didn’t know whether for more of her touch or less. His thumb nervously spun the band on his finger as he picked up his drink. Read the complete piece HERE.


Saturday, September 24, 2011

Turning Me Upside Down!

Yes... This is true that there is an awful lot of sexism going on in the music industry today, especially with rap music. True as well, however, is that female degradation through music did not begin with rap...

So... today I'm on my way home from yet another beautiful September birthday celebration complete with bright colored balloons stuck on ceilings, more food and desserts per person than anyone should eat in a four hour period, plus a bouncy castle to aid children and antsy adults in expending exceptional amounts of energy, when a song I used to think I liked drifted into my ears complements of the dashboard radio.

Oops!

Back up...

Actually... Saying I used to think I liked this song is not exactly an accurate representation of the facts. More correct would be that I used to try to make myself like the song.

Now... Why in the world would I want to do a thing like that!?

Well the answer lies in the reason as to why the little voice in my head chimes in to taunt my emotions as they prepare for the musical seduction.

The fact of the matter is that the little voice actually has every right to interrupt my rumination, to remind me that this song has been causing me more and more aggravation as time goes by, because said voice is forced to endure every single refuting thought about the lyric each time I hear the song.

Part of the problem with this here tune is that it comes and it goes. One day it is here. The next day it is gone. Sometimes months or even years pass without my hearing the song and then, the next thing I know, there it is again. Mesmerizing. Tantalizing. Confusing my senses. Like the lover no one ever wants to lose, the wretched song forces me to forget about its double sided provocativeness and then coerces me to indulge in it all over again, reinstating the fact that I am at odds with it each time, each set of months or period of years down the line, that I do not have to lend my ears to its putrid message.

With that said, and in all sincerity, I fully admit my awareness to reasons why I tried to make myself like this song. First off, the song is performed by Diana Ross. I happen to think Diana Ross is fabulous - and what an entertainer! Second off, I associate her with Michael Jackson, which of course actually means I correlate her with the Jackson 5 that, according to Ed Sullivan, she discovered; although even as a child, I knew there was something special about Michael the very first time I heard his voice, thus, I single him out. Of course, this was long before he grew up and life overcame him but that is another story altogether.

Any who, other reasons to want to like any song Diana Ross crooned is that she is not just a singer, she is a great singer who hasn't done too badly on the acting scene either. Yeah, I know... Mahogany did earn the Flop of the Year Award, but great beings shouldn't have to pay penance for a mere measly one or two downfalls.

Yes... Indeed... Diana Ross almost always hones in her listeners with her enchanting voice and her words and music almost always tend to be so gosh darn seductive as well! This one song, though, began to send me into a different type of craze than the fervor intended by the singer when she recorded the number. This bamboozlement began years and years back as a consequence of the lyric's blasted message. It is that blasted message that summons my little voice and prompts it to remind me why this is not a song to like; and that in fact, this tune is one to deplore!

Funny thing... During all those years, I never bothered to mention my displeasure with the song. Instead, I would simply skip over it when it came up on one of my CDs, or change the station when it sounded across the airwaves.
 
No matter from which medium it begins, however, the song nearly always manages to suck me in before I have a chance to silence it! It's doggone progression of an F#m7 chord with the 3rd in the bass to the B7 and then to the E manages to suck listeners in so effortlessly that it would take many a romantic persons a moment to collect their bearings before finding the strength, or the will, to douse the tune.

I think this is a pretty sneaky trick!

Why?

Simple. From my perspective, as the mesmerizing introductory melody sets up its listeners by inebriating the senses with tender flirtatious notes, the prelude paves the way for Diana Ross to croon the lyrics with her equally intoxicating voice. All the while the musical arrangement sneakily brainwashes listeners into agreeing with words that, if they thought twice about, instead of allowing themselves to be sucked into, they might scream and shout that they were appalled with singer and songwriter alike for their blatant attempts to  bamboozle their fans - especially the women!

Alas! As I gaze out the window, taking a gander at passing hills and flowers and trees, "Upside Down", which back in 1980, topped the charts in the United States for an entire month, at last beckoned me to scream out, "That is the dumbest song ever!"

Bernard Edwards and Nile Rodgers might have meant well - from a man's point of view - in writing such a song but Diana Ross singing it! I mean... Exactly what kind of man did she sing about when she professed, "Ain't no mountain high enough"? I believe that was a love song not a fool song. Also, to whom was she speaking with, "Touch Me In The Morning"? Wasn't that a heart breaker? In furtherance, what about "Stop! In The Name Of Love" in which she sang about her heart breaking? How could your heart break if you respectfully accept that your partner is cheating!?

The worst thing about Upside Down, at least from my way of thinking, is that so-o-o many people loved it thirty years ago and fans continue to strap themselves to it today!

Does anyone really listen to what they are saying when they sing along with this lyric? I mean this song is complete with verses such as, "I know you play the field - I'm crazy to think you're all mine," and the biggie, "Respectfully I say to thee I'm aware that you're cheating but no one makes me feel like you do". What in the world is that supposed to mean!?

These lyrics so disgust me, in fact, that I hesitate to give the song any type of promotion here in my blog post; and only do so for readers who have never really listened to the song or may not know the song period despite its popularity. So go on and feel free to utilize this link to take a listen to Upside Down and judge for yourself.

While listening to the piece, ask yourself is this not a clear cut case of sexism in the music world. I must admit that I have heard a few lyrics that came close to a man saying he would do almost anything for the woman of his dreams. I have never, however, heard a song in which a man said he did not care that his lover played the field or that he respected her cheating ways. Perhaps someone can enlighten me...

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Sexism...? What's that?

Let’s talk about sexism… 
During the 2009 season of Desperate Housewives when Teri Hatcher’s character, Susan, became the owner of a bar that lured men in with the dancing pole ladies’ trick, the writers led Susan into a predicament wherein she needed to decide what to do with this bar that she inherited but never wanted in the first place.
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I created an account with ABC and suggested they allow Susan to keep the bar and put some half dressed hunks in there

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Argument for females cheating on their men - Part 1

Women—Argument for females cheating on their men... Should they?
PART I

When the Tiger Woods scandal broke back in February of this year, what we saw was another classic example of how little respect some men have for women. Tiger represented the epitome of what so many men would do had they the opportunities to pull it off…. and what did Tiger get for his charades? I mean… Really? The loss of a few contracts—oh yeah, of course they were worth millions of dollars—but is he not making money again now… only a few months down the road?

Speaking of money… What did the majority of media reports discuss aside from speculating what actually happened during the incident that suggested Tiger’s wife, Elin, hit him with a golf club? Money—That’s what. You heard not any strong emphasis on the fact that Tiger Woods is a whore! Instead, in the end… Poor Tiger turned out to be a “sex addict!” OMG!! A Sex ADDICT! WOW! That explains it! 
[According to an article by Preetha Nairat at WonderWoman.in of India Today Group, a University of Washington psychology professor, David Barash, explains in his coauthored book, The Myth of Monogamy, that males, no matter what their species, are predestined to cheat for evolutionary purposes. According to the article, Barash claims males are “endowed” with a “sexual sweet tooth" by complements of natural selection.]
Of course, one could only speculate that there was probably a bit of media silence surrounding how a black guy could do such a thing to such a beautiful white

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Argument for females cheating on their men - Part 2

Women—Argument for females cheating on their men... Should they?
PART II
This is why, even today, as the human race drives its way into the twenty-first century, undeserving scarlet letters continue to inflame bosoms of adventurous women seeking pleasures outside monogamous relationships, or choosing to remain bachelorettes in order to take pleasure in sampling varieties of fruits, in fashions similar to that of men.
In other words, the notion that the world is your oyster continues to lean toward favoring males—in this unjustly termed “man’s world”—as if humankind, despite all its myriad of moon-landing technological advances, that prolong life and interconnect countries within seconds, despite their distancing days, weeks, or months apart, possesses only enough emotional growth capacity to move its people onward by means that suggest they still reside in the 19th century—if not eras earlier.
Today’s scarlet letters do not require symbolization of large red “As” stretched across breast-concealing chests of fallen women’s garments for

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Argument for females cheating on their men - Part 3

Women—Argument for females cheating on their men... Should they?
PART III
Well it seems female homo sapiens need to take a few lessons from our lesser sisters. Whether mammals like us, like amphibians, like frogs and toads, like fish, or like reptiles, women must learn to exploit their sexuality in order live more full and complete lives.
Bearing babies may well be a curse put on the female of the human species. And with all the "holier than thou" anti abortionists screaming and protesting about killing fetuses and when fertilized eggs become human beings, one would think the women in the bunch should hold off a bit lest they may find themselves acting in hypocritical manners should their minds one day venture to consider visiting an abortion clinic.
Women do not know from one day to the next whether some crazed male will latch onto them and forcefully impregnate them. It could be some stranger happening upon or