Why Are We Obsessed With The Female Sex?

Well, it’s been a while. Lately, I’ve been watching the Showtime series “Masters of Sex” in which they follow the lives of William Masters and Virginia Johnson. Masters and Johnson wrote the book on sex. No, really, they did.

But the interesting part is in the show, Masters’ wife, Libby, is a pretty blonde ‘Madonna’ character. They sleep in separate beds, they don’t talk about his sex study, she tries to masturbate in front of him to arouse him and he stops her saying, “I love you too much”. So, he loves her too much to see her as a sexual being but he fantasizes about Johnson who is a sexually progressive woman.

Johnson is a dark haired (cause blonde is good and dark is dirty) woman who is all about telling a man what she wants, casual, easy sex, and she doesn’t blush when she says “penis”. Masters dreams of her but married Libby. It’s the Madonna/Whore played out. Why is a woman’s sexuality such a big deal? Why does it matter if you’re a prude or a slut or somewhere in-between? Women put such a heavy emphasis on this…because men do.

It dates all the way back to biblical times. A woman couldn’t be “ruined”. I’d been dancing around this Madonna/Whore thing since watching this show but haven’t had time to rant about it. It was kicked into overdrive when I read about a Saudi Arabian preacher who raped and tortured his 5-year-old daughter to death and was sentence to 500 lashings, paying some blood money to the mother and 8 years in prison.

He said he did it because he “doubted her virginity”. He doubted a 5 year old’s virginity. Now, I know this is Islam and you could make the argument that women are treated like dirt in Islam…but this isn’t a one-time occurrence. Women are often raped because they’re whores and they probably wanted it. Or because they drank, or wore a short skirt, because our “purity” is called into question so men can do as they please. Women do it to each other. She’s a whore she doesn’t have feelings. Or she’s too pretty to be nice. She’s more comfortable with men…she must’ve slept with all of them. Who cares? Why are we so interested in what women do in their bedrooms?

Sexuality is no one’s business. It’s not a toy for someone to play with. It’s not a measurement for someone’s worth, it’s not even part of someone’s personality. What I do in my bedroom has nothing to do with what I do outside of it. What is this obsession we have with female sex?



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Yes, I’m Still Pissed At Robin Thicke

In case you’ve forgotten…the rapey-ist song ever is still at the top of the charts. Oh, and the douche that sings it was recently pictured putting his hand so far up a girl’s dress, while being photographed with her, that it looked like a proctology exam–I don’t think he asked before he did that.

But Mr. Thicke can get away with anything. He can get away with demeaning women and tweeting about it. He can say this song is a “feminist movement in itself” (yeah he said that), he can man handle women, he can blow smoke in their faces, he can parade them around naked and no one says “boo” because women are objects. Women are to be treated as toys. Women are to be demeaned. Women are to be tortured. Women are made to be taken advantage of. Right? Because that is what we are saying when we turn up “Blurred Lines” and allow Robin Thicke to make millions by turning what rapist tell their victims into “catchy lyrics”.

On the left side of this photo are the lyrics to “Blurred Lines” on the right are photos of rape victims holding up the words their rapists said to them as they violated them. Nice work Mr. Thicke…great job people of America for putting this at #1 with a bullet.



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False Prophets

Julie Bindel speaks at numerous conferences about female victims rights. I’m not a big fan of Bindel after she said, ““I don’t have a problem with men disposing of their genitals, but it does not make them women, in the same way that shoving a bit of vacuum hose down your 501s does not make you a man” in 2004.

Right there I’ve stopped caring about your stance because you’re a fraud in my opinion. You cannot argue victims rights and deny a medical condition. Clearly, you’re not really interested in ‘abuse victim’s rights” you are interested in the right victim’s rights.

Having said that…I was interested in her once again when I read an article that stated she pulled out of a speaking engagement due to ‘rape and murder threats’.

It is scary to receive these kinds of things. I’m aware of that. I get that. I find it cowardly to pull out of an event because of it. I can’t imagine how many threats the President gets, or the Queen, or any other person in a position that has an undesirable opinion. They still showed up.

She pulled out of an event because she’s a coward. She picked on the transgender
community because they’re an easy target. She is not a role model. She is not someone I want discussing victims rights. She just made herself a victim. “Oh I can’t speak on this because I’m afraid the thing I stand against will happen to me.”

Give me a break.

I can’t decide if I’m more disgusted by her reaction to the threats or that human beings still use this as a threat. “Show up here and I’m gonna rape you” who the F writes that? Who can sleep after they say that? What kind of deplorable human does that?

What is wrong with people? I’m getting really jaded and disillusioned with the human race. Why do we still think that because you can overpower someone physically you have the right to torture them mentally? Bindel should’ve seen those threats for what they really were–a cowardly cry. Instead of pulling back the curtain and showing the little man working the levers she gave power to the threats. Shame…shame all around.



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Robin Thicke Doesn’t Know Where The Line For Rape Is…It’s Too Blurry

I recently ranted about “The Whisper Song” by the Ying-Yang Twins and now it’s time for another “I hate this song” rant. Robin Thicke, who is Alan Thicke’s son, has the most rapey song of 2013 (so far). Let’s look at the lyrics!

First Verse:
If you can’t hear what I’m trying to say
If you can’t read from the same page
Maybe I’m going deaf,
Maybe I’m going blind
Maybe I’m out of my mind
[Pharell:] Everybody get up

Okay…okay…I’m with you so far….

[Pre-chorus: Robin Thicke]
OK now he was close, tried to domesticate you
But you’re an animal, baby, it’s in your nature
Just let me liberate you

Easy there big cat…you’re going to liberate me?

Hey, hey, hey
You don’t need no papers
Hey, hey, hey
That man is not your maker

Papers? Papers like I’m a dog? Like I’m a bitch? Your bitch?

[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
And that’s why I’m gon’ take a good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it

I’m sorry…what?

You’re a good girl
Can’t let it get past me

Wait, let what get past you?

You’re far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
But you’re a good girl

Blurred lines? What blurred lines? You know I want it? WHAT IS SO BLURRY MR. THICKE?

The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me
[Pharell:] Everybody get up

Oh, I see….you know I want to f*ck and therefore…we’re going to…because you know this?

[Verse 2: Robin Thicke]
What do they make dreams for
When you got them jeans on
What do we need steam for
You the hottest bitch in this place
I feel so lucky
Hey, hey, hey
You wanna hug me
Hey, hey, hey
What rhymes with hug me?
Hey, hey, hey

So, my jeans are asking for it?

Okay, I’m gonna stop here because this is rapey. You are discussing rape. “I know you want it” “blurred lines” “them jeans on” shut up. But Thicke doesn’t stop here. The video for “Blurred Lines” features men in full suits and women naked dancing around them. Yup. Naked. Then Robin Thicke decides to blow smoke in some pretty blonde’s face…cause why not?

All I can say is—F*CK YOU Robin Thicke. Who do you think you are? First of all, you stole this beat and sound and little “whoo” noise from Michael Jackson and I hate you for that. Second, if you didn’t’ have a famous dad and money you couldn’t get the time of day from those girls. Go away Robin, go far far away.



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