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Printer-Friendly ModeFemale objectification embedded in culture
November 6, 2006 —
I love going to bars, clubs, and parties. You're there with your buddies - getting drunk - and there are girls with short skirts, low-cut tops and their midriffs showing. Heck, there are even times when more than that is showing. The imagination has almost no purpose in these environments.
I once visited The Coast, and sadly, I have yet to return. This particular night, the DJ from WIOG told some girls who were dancing on the stage to take their shirts off, and they did. It was a beautiful sight. It made me want to be a DJ after I graduate college, so that I could simply command women to alleviate their body of clothing to their immediate adherence. I would also be able to work in bars with wet t-shirt or thong contests. What more could a man possibly need?
All of this is really the same as when it starts getting warm in the springtime, which makes late spring my favorite time of year. For when "the temperature goes up, the clothes come off." Skirts, short-shorts, and tank-tops all start making their much-missed appearances in the general public - because we can't be at bars, clubs, or parties all of the time.
And I love watching "The Real World," "Laguna Beach," "Desperate Housewives," and basically any hip/hop or rap video. These are high-quality entertainment, with young to middle-aged women being melodramatic and often wearing very appealing outfits, which are occasionally almost nonexistent.
What's more is how they all act similarly to how I remember my early years of high school being. I miss those days when girls ran around giggling at hot boys and backstabbing one another to get each other's boyfriends.
I have a subscription to the Victoria Secret Catalog, as well. In fact, I read magazines religiously. Actually, I don't read them. I just get them for the ads. Nearly every magazine on the shelf nowadays has at least one advertisement that has a nearly naked woman in it, or if they don't, they have some real attention-grabbing phallic symbols going on.
My favorite right now is an ad by Clinique. It shows a woman in gray and blue contrasts with her eyes closed and mouth shut. Splashed on her face from her bottom lip up to her left eye is the yellow lotion. The allusion is all too obvious, but extraordinarily amusing and eye-grabbing.
My favorite place to eat, of course, is Hooters. I was absolutely thrilled when I heard that a new restaurant was going in on Bay Road, as before now, I had to drive to Bay City for my favorite dinning experience.
The incredibly short-shorts and extremely tight tops are the best feature of the establishment. I simply love eating greasy, fattening food that clogs my arteries as I watch the waitress walk to and from the table and about the restaurant.
Some of my friends have been known to give the waitresses a friendly pinch or slap as they walk by, but I always worry that I would get grease or buffalo sauce or something on their shorts if I did.
Finally there is the Internet. Where even to begin with how wondrous it is? With the pop-up blocking software available today, you only now need to worry about a few small fees (and if you know the right places, not even that) to get the most premium entertainment in cyberspace.
I'm so thankful there are so many generous and self-giving women in the world that they recognize the need for the entire world to view all their beauty.
Please do not read into any of this inappropriately, I am not, in any way, objectifying women. No, they're doing it for me, which is the best part because it allows my conscience to remain completely clean.