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The OTHER Christmas Debate
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The OTHER Christmas Debate No, I'm not going to rehash the Merry Chrtismakwannakah greeting. I'm referring to the other debate about the song, Baby it's Cold Outside. So, is this a nice holiday song.. or just Dean Martin being a drunken Dean Martin? Before i get raked over the coals, i agree with the side that thinks this is a guy who hasn't learned to take, no, for an immediate answer. The song, contextually, is from a different time period, but that doesn't excuse the behaviour, but i still think it's playful banter between consenting adults. Not a frat boy slipping something into her drink. At least the song doesn't end with the sound of breaking furniture and some muffled screaming. I also don't think it's an opportunity for you to wrap yourself up in your big self righteous blanket whenever it hits the radio. With that said, i don't know how i feel about being lectured by some stranger in public about how the song objectifies her makes her feel threatened. I'm just standing in line at the grocery store trying to pay for my beef jerky and soft drink and now i have to stand with the woman who's life was altered the summer that she went to the Lilith Tour. I just nodded along and empathized with her. I wasn't being flippant at all, but i responded with, I understand. I had hoped that would be the bookend on the conversation, but nope. She snapped at me and her tone changed as she began to spit words out at me about how i will NEVAAAR understand what it's like to be objectified by a man and have to... I wish i could tell you what else she said, but i just blacked out and just started thinking of my response to her. Lady, i get incessant messages from 50+ year old assholes that will try to convince me to let them suck my dick in a dark alley, a park or to show up to some glory hole they have constructed in their back yard. When i say, no, i get a response calling ME the<b> homo </font></b>and a challenge me to a fight them in a parking lot. She's standing in line in pajama pants at 4 in the aftetnoon, a baggy black t shirt with kittens airbrushed on it, a hairstyle and glasses straight out of 1984, buying hemorroid cream, cat food and foot cream... Da fuq does she know about being objectified? Which made me start thinking. Together with this latest episode with the triggered beta male that didn't like my Meninist post. I just find myself attracting the wrong kind of attention and i think it's time for me to just get back to work writing the stuff that really matters to me. I always, feel like this is just masturbation anyway. I write here with the idea that no one is reading this bullshit... except maybe four or five friends. When others start coming around and stinking up the place or others start inviting me to do those fucking symposiums... i mean, don't fucking yourselves. This is still an adult hook up site and I'm never going to take anything written by someone with their bare ass aimed at the camera seriously. I just lose interest in witing here. I'm not some monkey dancing to an organ grinder for your applause and validation. Anyway. Carry on. |
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That's why I comment 95% and write 5%. I get the interaction I want without having to force myself to think of a topic that's relevant and not been written about a million times in a million ways. I have a feeling that if the radio station just quit playing the song instead of ANNOUNCING they weren't going to play it... nobody would have noticed. Carrying on.
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