Misogyny

 

After being born, the blue blankets looked around at how they were to behave. Sports. Drinking. Rude jokes. Belching. Crotch grabbing. Goggling over naked women.

Not sure where this was written, but it was the way ‘we’ were all brought up at a certain time.

Just like wearing pants instead of dresses and having short haircuts, ‘we’ were taught (and observed) that the females of our species were just second-class citizens for ‘our’ amusement.

Mothers were always reveled for they fed us and took care of our messes while our fathers were off at work. Better than that was the grandmother who would make cookies and sing old songs. These females were never considered as a sexual fascination even though without them ‘we’ wouldn’t be here.

Masculinity was shown to be bare-chested men fighting apes or CGI animated cartoon monsters with a vague religious story plot. The women that appeared on screen were scantly clad dancers tempting ‘our’ heroes to sweep them away into the shadows. There were never pregnant women. There were never fat women. There were never ugly women.

Machismo was ordering the drink for the lady (whether she asked for it or not). It was wearing the gold chain and driving the muscle car and having a posse until they were dismissed. This was usually an Italian or Greek image.

Macho was the fist bump chest bump action that was supposed to attract the ladies. The Macho man was a cowboy or a motorcycle rider or an Indian warrior or a military guy or a plumber. Well, maybe the plumber was quite as attractive but you get the idea.

Being the best baseball player or the high school quarterback is what manhood strived for. Why? These were the qualities that attracted the girls who appeared in our movie fantasy dreams.

As wimpy as James Anderson or Steven Douglas or Ward Cleaver or Andy Taylor seemed, they all showed misogyny. Their wives and all the females in the family never showed any cleavage until the commercials.

In elementary school I went to a friends house to their wreck-room in the basement and his father had a bar setup and on the wall was the Playboy foldout pin-up of Marilyn Monroe. Before our teen eyes was a picture of a naked lady.

Advertisements showed scantly clad women selling everything from auto to washing machines. There were movies with girls in bikinis or some foreign costume gyrating for ‘our’ arousal.

Today, after our ‘Me’ 2 movement and Women’s Liberation (shoot they can even vote) and these images and training and testosterone feelings are to be restrained and controlled and other genders should be understood and appreciated. Equal pay, advancement opportunity, diversity appreciation and maternity leave.

Not to judge how the genders relate to each other, but if these images are disturbing or offensive, why is social media full of celebrity posting their abs or contest of women wrestling each other or sex scenes in movies?