Occasionally it's difficult to know what people are thinking.
Or perhaps, most of the time it is quite difficult to know what people are thinking.
"Fifty Shades of Grey" is going to be a movie.
Trigger warning: This is the uncensored version, so there is a lot of #FreeTheNipple within. You're welcome.
Despite many good reasons to believe that the song is not actually a rape anthem, many "feminists" remain convinced the song's lyrics promote a rape culture. Perhaps the concept can be summarized in that they believe that consent is cast as a "blurred line" and the protagonist of the song believes he knows better than the "good girl" he desires. No matter what wave you are in the feminist sea, this would not be a good look.
The most recent "progressive""feminist" drama related to the song is that it was apparently played at a "Netroots Nation" afterparty. This is amusing as "Netroots Nation" is a yearly conference where a bunch of "progressive" bloggers playing identity politics discuss how ineffective they have been in the last year while organized labor groups waste their time begging for their attention. To certain people in that crowd, feminism begins and ends with the critique of MTV - so it should not be a surprise that playing the song was an explosive act.
It may be assumed that some people danced anyways, as alcohol is truly a divine gift.
Getting back to the world of literature, a funny thing happens while debating the details of gender relations. It turns out that Twilight is a recurring theme.
In fact, some would-be supporters of "social justice""feminism" spend their time authoring vampire romance novels. Others that blast a "rape culture" find themselves aroused by werewolves.
And the Queen Bee of everything wrong with feminism today - Jezebel - is on the case of the "so hot it's illegal" criminals:
(Slate would have picked up on the story of the felon if it wasn't preoccupied by the World Cup)
"Feminism" is typically fast to point out primitive behaviors - a man's glance found too much a gaze, a song found too catchy, a rape joke found too funny.
Yet the conversation does not explore women's sexuality. Who supports objectification, rape culture, submission? Men. Slut shamers. Conservatives. The boring, predictable list goes on.
The man that would sing Blurred Lines is undoubtedly ignorant, obsessed, persuasive, pushy, arrogant and dismissive.
It's just a shame he's not a rich vampire werewolf that was just released from prison.
Or perhaps, most of the time it is quite difficult to know what people are thinking.
"Fifty Shades of Grey" is going to be a movie.
This beginning is to not dwell on or point out specific problems in this particular piece of Twilight fan fiction. Hopefully one can be forgiven for not caring.
The "Fifty Shades" movie is just a backgrounder in a confusing feminist discourse.
The item in pop culture that more frequently finds itself under the lens of feminist culture police is Robin Thicke's Blurred Lines :
Despite many good reasons to believe that the song is not actually a rape anthem, many "feminists" remain convinced the song's lyrics promote a rape culture. Perhaps the concept can be summarized in that they believe that consent is cast as a "blurred line" and the protagonist of the song believes he knows better than the "good girl" he desires. No matter what wave you are in the feminist sea, this would not be a good look.
The most recent "progressive""feminist" drama related to the song is that it was apparently played at a "Netroots Nation" afterparty. This is amusing as "Netroots Nation" is a yearly conference where a bunch of "progressive" bloggers playing identity politics discuss how ineffective they have been in the last year while organized labor groups waste their time begging for their attention. To certain people in that crowd, feminism begins and ends with the critique of MTV - so it should not be a surprise that playing the song was an explosive act.
It may be assumed that some people danced anyways, as alcohol is truly a divine gift.
Getting back to the world of literature, a funny thing happens while debating the details of gender relations. It turns out that Twilight is a recurring theme.
In fact, some would-be supporters of "social justice""feminism" spend their time authoring vampire romance novels. Others that blast a "rape culture" find themselves aroused by werewolves.
And the Queen Bee of everything wrong with feminism today - Jezebel - is on the case of the "so hot it's illegal" criminals:
When #YesAllWomen aren't busy getting off to 50 Shades of Vampires, they're leafing through mugshots #feminismpic.twitter.com/vKWs90EqEO
— uberfeminist (@uberfeminist) June 20, 2014(Slate would have picked up on the story of the felon if it wasn't preoccupied by the World Cup)
"Feminism" is typically fast to point out primitive behaviors - a man's glance found too much a gaze, a song found too catchy, a rape joke found too funny.
Yet the conversation does not explore women's sexuality. Who supports objectification, rape culture, submission? Men. Slut shamers. Conservatives. The boring, predictable list goes on.
The man that would sing Blurred Lines is undoubtedly ignorant, obsessed, persuasive, pushy, arrogant and dismissive.
It's just a shame he's not a rich vampire werewolf that was just released from prison.