Zombie: Deconstructing SlutWalk
Our buddy, Zombie does a classic Zombie-esque photo essay on a recent “SlutWalk” in Los Angeles. If this doesn’t prove my contention that feminism was dreamed up during some college frat house kegger in the early 60s, nothing will.
The most pointed question in Zombie’s essay; “How did we get from defending the honor of rape victims, to glamorizing prostitution?”
Category: General Whackos
I see a lot of bitter, lonely and generally miserable looking people in those pictures.
Slutwalk has been critiqued by many feminists.
Oh, well if “many feminists” have critiqued it, then that pretty much ends it, doesn’t it. Nothing to see here, folks. Move along.
J-one can also give a favorable critique of an event.
J,
Do you mean criticized?? Which I suppose would be a negative critique……
Funny the feminism I was taught, is not the one that group seems to espouse. I agree with claymore. A lot of them look miserable.
I’m just looking at those guys and wondering how many, if any, of them could get laid without having to go to a women’s prison with a fistful of pardons and a carton of smokes.
Or is that one in the back about to hold up a sign that says, “NOW IRON MY SHIRT AND MAKE ME A SANDWICH!!!”
I read a psychology paper that insinuated that indeed “dressing like a slut” adds to the constant bombardment on young males, added with pop culture, adds, and a number of other things. This constant focus on feminine sexuality can cause a feedback loop in males which will INCREASE the occurrences of rape.
I think at some level we will need a masculinist movement. Its gotten to the point where being a male is something that can totally emasculate a Joe in modern society.
If we take the concept that our clothes are nothing more than a costume worn to support the role we’re currently playing (be that professional, recreational, etc.), then one has to ponder what exactly are you trying to convey to those around you when you walk around looking like a pole-dancer. Likewise, you cannot on one hand claim to be a sexy beast wearing little more than a smile and then boo-hoo that you’re being ogled and treated like a piece of meat.
Sparky, you just made me spew diet coke out of
my nose. Give a Brother a little warning man. LOL