So what IS the true meaning of Pussycat Dolls?
(originally posted on
Oomph.Net )
While flipping through channels I landed on the most recent episode of SnatchGrimalkin (I have a thesaurus) and took in a quick musical note and break and pose. Whew! Gloss and glitter was overwhelming on their bound and gusseted everything.
That bastion of female empowerfulling stuff, the Head of the Pussycat Dolls, looked at the three PD Wannabees and proclaimed, "This is the true meaning of Pussycat Doll!"
My very first thought was, "Slutbags?"
My next was "There's a meaning to Pussycat Dolls?"
How does being overly sexualized in your gender identity equal, um, meaning? Trust me, the men are not saying, "Look at those meaningful Dolls!"
They are, however, having many truly creepy sex thoughts about these girls, most of which start with the phrase "suck it bitch," but do not end there. Yes, even the "nice" guys. Because these women are "asking for it."
And, as creepy as that is, it is not even the real reason I would like to choke that old biddy, who is recruiting more Bimbobees to gain a biddy's 5 minutes of reality tv fame, on well really anything, especially a sandwich. Heroin is not a healthy diet.
No, we must go back to that statement about meaning and what a fucking rediculous thing to say. Sex and desire is all about the opposite of meaning. And while it can be fun to get dressed up, dance, sing, entertain and pretend that desire is the same as respect PUHLEASE DO NOT BE A 60 year old HAG fakin 40 and act like you invented Feminine Liberation by sticking your tits in a push-up and wiggling your ass. Or that there is anything deep about it, or that it helps anything, anywhere.
Ok, rant off.
To be Clear: We Must Destroy the Patriarchy!
Radical Feminazi Addendum:
Not to say that men aren't spoiled brats, often abusers, sneering at the emotions of women and trying to run the world with agression, killing, raping.
Sex Positive means men know they DO NOT OWN US! Our bodies, our minds, our souls belong to us as individuals. This is so we can say "YES" without fear of the predator.
It does not mean 18 year old girls hooked on cocaine or crack or heroine being pressured by the people shooting the film to humilate herself more, to take more, to be less.
Sexual Positivity aka Men are Easy
Dear Women,
You may not realize how knowledgable I am about men. If you look at my writings you might think I'm a militant, lesbian, feminist separatist. Sorta. Except I'm heterosexual. That is not something I've been able to do anything about. We all have our crosses to bear.
I was born in Wyoming, grew-up Mormon, threw off the chattels of religion and lived crazy for a while. Moved to this state and that state, dating men along the way. Many men. And when I say date I mean fuck. There were a few relationships too but the truth is I fucked.
The reasons for much sex are many, and varied, but the main reason is that I am a naturally horny person and it took me a lot of years to figure out orgasm.
Think about it men. Fucking and fucking and fucking and your partners always come and you only get to the brink and have no idea how to push it over.
I had a lot of sex, getting turned on by the next guy who talked the talk, and seemed to have a clue about how to make a woman come, but none of them actually knew what they were doing either.
No worries, I have discovered my switches, (thank evolution! I mean really, THANK YOU!!!LOVE THOSE SWITCHES!!!) but it took fifteen years and a lot of practice, which in turn has given me a ton of experience in picking up men and seeing who they are when the ego is blasted asided by lust and orgasm and saftey.
Men are so easy, for a variety of reasons, include the socialized "gotta be a man by fucking" mindfuck society lays on them. (Can we give up manly yet? C'mon, let it go and do you baby, it would help so much!) Frankly, men don't give a crap what we look like. I've had men after me at size 10 and size 20, and/or pregnant and zitty. I've had a few physical differences that had me self-concious, but I've always turned them on, mostly becuase I have never, ever thought there was anything wrong with being an openly seuxal person. And so many of those men, while complete assholes in every other area of our paths intersection, were so very kind, sweet, open, and loving as we lay around naked, before and after and always I would care about them.
I don't mean I'm sexually open with tits and ass hanging out. I mean everything about me believes sex is good. Hmmm, as in we should talk about it, clearly. That if two or more people want to try something they should. That no one is a slut for enjoying the smell, the touch, the organ and orgasm of another person.
It took me a long time to realize most people have truly restricted their views. I tend to believe everyone thinks the way I do and it's weird to realize maybe they don't.
No matter how another's mind works my attitude makes others squirm and glow around me. Even if they don't like me. Even if they would never let their friends know. Even if they don't actually want to have sex with me. It's not always revved up to lust but it's always perky.
What I'm saying is that naturally people spark on each other, and as they communicate and negotiate what the relationship is going to be it will turn into whatever it'll turn into. And appearance is truly lower on the list than anyone wants to admit these days.
We want to believe that attraction is all about the gender divide, that the more masculine and feminine an appearance the more you will attract the opposite.
Truth is, it's all about the attention and passion you give each other, not what you wear, or what piece of hair you've shaved that day or if your ass is the right size.
And the less we cooperate with this money-driven, corporation-manipulated, media-celebrated view of what "sexy" is the more the easy of men will be apparent. And we women won't have to worry about being something we aren't.
And the natural portions of our psyches that are "masculine and feminine," those bits that make me curl on your chest and sigh, and makes your rough cheek trigger my groin tingle, will be so much more fun, so much more open and both of us free.
And the part of me that will tell you to "get the fuck out of my way I got shit to do" dressed in jeans, running things, arguing things, knowing things, dreaming things will still be respected in the morning.
What if The Power Were In Our Favor.
What if a woman was allowed, and even expected, to carry a handgun everywhere and to know how to use it.
What if not only did every woman in the population have a gun on her at all times but she was allowed to shoot any man at any time and never have to do any time for it. Possibly it would even be legal.
Seriously, I'm sitting in a bar wearing nothing but my handgun. Oh and I'm exactly your type. IF you are man how would that change your approach if you knew the woman was allowed to simply pull that gun and shoot you where you stand, no questions asked?
I would probably shoot off a few toes. Just for the crap guys say as women walk past. "I'd like to hit something like that!" "The only good looking thing in there was the bartender." "God, wearing that outfit she is asking for it."
Bang, Bang, Bang! "PEOPLE, WE'RE PEOPLE! and what are they asking for? Cause they have guns too. Gonna go force your attentions on them? BWAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA"
Yeah, we might get a little power hunger but damn it I think it's our turn! That's my radical feminist stance. Gimmee a gun I'm gonna shoot them all. Fuckers.