A Feminist Critique of This Blog, and T-Shirt Offer

A Feminist Critique, and T-Shirt Offer

Well if you won’t, I will. As a sensitive new-age guy, who genuinely loves women, I’m offended by the excessive amount of T+A, and objectified images of women’s bodies in this blog, especially women’s bodies of a particular body type. I mean, I like looking at these images, but feel they degrade and dehumanize women, and are probably not helping me gain female readers.

 

As the author of this blog, I don’t give a fuck what I think as a “sensitive new-age guy”, I want my blog to be funny, provocative and hard to take your eye off. I want people to love my blog. If some people want to have sex with it, that’s a good start, but I understand that not everyone gets a pleasant rush of hormone every time they see a flash of female flesh.

I sure wouldm't read a blog if it was full of images like this.

I worry about my female readers who might actually enjoy my writing more, were it not so liberally sprinkled with exploitative, sexualized, images of women. I get it. Women are not sex objects. Women are people, interesting people, people with a sense of humor. But strangely, people who don’t necessarily feel physical pleasure as a result of seeing cleavage.

I hate babies too!

Women who read this blog might not appreciate being bombarded with this kind of imagery, especially since it is so prevalent every where else in our culture, and especially don’t like being judged according to their approximation to these totally unrealistic, and manufactured, images of hyper-sexualized beauty.

Awwwww!

I hear you there! I hate seeing guys who are better looking than me, in pictures or in person. That’s why I live deep in the woods, don’t have a TV and my social life revolves around the Ham radio club.

SoHum Amateur Radio Club, I'm second from right

If I were constantly bombarded by images of good looking guys, showing off how good looking they were, in hopes of selling stuff to my girlfriend, it would really piss me off. But, it would also start to look pretty stupid and ridiculous after a while. Stupid and ridiculous is my stock in trade. So, lets look at why I used some of these images.

 

I found this image labeled “female college student with beer”. This woman is at least 30. Are we to believe that she took a break from writing her doctoral thesis to pose in her bikini. 30 is a great age to be, and she looks healthy. She obviously takes care of herself and leads an active lifestyle. But look at the desperation in her eyes. Here you see playful youth giving way to nervous middle-age. I thought the desperation in her eyes conveyed my desperation to buy your vote with beer.

 

This, artists rendition of a flag-draped woman, hot for some Labor Day lovin’ in shimmering red, white and blue expresses patriotism and respect for American workers… eroticized. Despite child labor laws, I never thought of Labor Day as an “adult themed” holiday, maybe I’m missing something, but I thought it was funny.

 

Occasionally, I find the image of a woman wearing the message I’m trying to convey in my prose. I use these images to add emphasis, and make that particular message stand out in your memory. I call these images “message boobs”. I’ve noticed that in my life, the words that I remember the longest, and that made the biggest difference to me, were those printed on women’s T-shirts. I only know what feminism means because I saw the word, its pronunciation and definition on a woman’s T-shirt years ago, and the only reason I ever listened to Bob Marley, was because a pair of boobs told me to.

 

Women’s boobs are powerful. If I could do it, this whole blog would appear stretched across a pair of boobs, just because I want people to remember what they read here. Then I had this idea.

http://www.cafepress.com/lygsbtd

 

I would love to see women everywhere wearing this T-shirt, in support of this blog, and as your way of saying that you don’t think I’m a sexist pig, but rather a pig with a healthy love and appreciation for women. I can think of no better way to spread the word about this blog everywhere you go, and the idea of my logo stretched across your boobs really turns me on. So please, order yours today!

 

Look, the only real reason I became a feminist in the first place, was to score with women. So, women who read this blog, how does this blog score with you? I appreciate any and all comments.

Author: john hardin

Artist bio: The writer in me says: “Don’t tell them who you are, show them what you do.” The artist in me says: “It must be strong, simple, bold, yet rich with detail, but above all, original.” The filmmaker in me says: “We need to contextualize your work by weaving the roots of the Psychedelic Revolution, the Environmental Movement, Gaia Theory, Future Primitivism and musical influences from Iannis Xenakis to Bart Hopkin into a narrative that portrays an iconoclast's struggle for cultural relevance from the forested hinterlands of rural Northern California within the greater post-industrial, post-post-modern, post-reality mind-fuck of the 21st Century.” The critic in me says: “Will that guy ever shut up?” The comedian in me says: “It has to make me laugh at least once.” The engineer in me says: “Don’t forget to tell them that you do it all off-grid, with solar power, using recycled materials.” And the improvisational musician in me says: “Cut! Great job everybody!”

9 thoughts on “A Feminist Critique of This Blog, and T-Shirt Offer”

    1. All Right! glad you found me! Most people found this site by Googling “naked dead chick”. I’m glad that shirtless guy with the baby is finally pulling his weight. Thanks for visiting! I hope you stop back again soon.

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