Showing posts with label Stereotypes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stereotypes. Show all posts

Thursday, July 25, 2013

I kinda always knew I’d end up your ex-girlfriend.

When men proclaim that their ex-girlfriend was "crazy" or "psycho" what they oftentimes ought to be saying is that the woman had emotional, mental, or physical needs he was either unprepared or unwilling to grant her. Perhaps she cried when he touched her a certain way, or got a little paranoid eating junk food in front of him, or always liked to know when he was on his way home from his dangerous job in a city known for its gang activity. Maybe she preferred kisses and cuddles over sex, maybe the thought of taking a shower alone sans shower sex seemed foreign to her. Regardless, the fact that a woman has musts outside of some sick undemanding agreement concocted by some jerk of a man, does not make a woman "crazy" or "psycho." It makes her a human being, and part of that human package includes emotions, life experience, and flaws. On the other hand, defining any behavior inconvenient to him as insane does make a man a complete imbecile.

To all the women who fancy themselves so stable, so ideal, so unlike that dreaded ex your partner speaks of, you're not so special. For when a man prefaces your worthiness with statements like "Most women are crazy/psychotic, but..." what they are saying is that they have already placed the entirety of womankind into a generalized category of insanity. You are no exception for you too will do something outside of his pleasant agreement. You too will be cast aside as mad.

Friday, November 23, 2012

You belong with me simply because I say so and if you disagree you're the world's biggest asshole.

If the man in which you are seeking ignores or denies you, he is a giant asshole. Remember, if you like someone, do not respect their opinion. Actually, do not even allow them to make a decision on who to be with. You have decided somehow, despite the fact that you are not even together, you are somehow inherently better than that guy's girl. Yes, all cheerleaders are promiscuous.  For them not to be would be criminal. All women belong to one of two categories: virginal angel or devilish whore. Good girls bop their innocent blonde heads to the beat of their band instruments. Marks of the devil include red clothing, high heels, and pom-poms. Females should not get along because it's much more hip to fight over males instead. 

I am not done analyzing Taylor Swift's song lyrics. Moving on to "Love Story."

I have a vagina thus the best thing I could dream of being in life is a princess.

"You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess." Apparently having XX chromosomes means your one mission in life is to find your prince charming who'll grant you the opportunity to be a princess. From the historically inaccurate allusions to Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, the crying female in duress to the anticipation surrounding Daddy's permission to wed, this tune found a way to cram every cliche fairy tale motif into one song. Props to my girl Taylor on that one. Despite her amazing ability to cram motifs, I'd have to say what T.Swift does best is encourage her fan-base, majority of which are impressionable youngings, to add new life to regressive gender roles put to rest decades ago. In just this song alone, the country star repeatedly presents male as the superior sex. With lyrics such as "My daddy said stay away from Juliet" (the use of the word "from" should also be noted, this line is directed at the male, fragile love struck Juliet can't be trusted to hold her own against the wrath of men!) and "I talked to your dad;go pick out a white dress" the father is clearly the final decision maker. As a girl she was submissive to her father, and as she progresses into womanhood, with her father's permission, she may now be submissive to her Prince Charming. Congrats on your engagement, girl!

Personally, robbing people of their freedom to listen to whatever musician they damn well please isn't my style. Understanding the social implications perpetuated by the musicians you choose to listen to? Yeah, that is my style.