This is an expansion of my comment in response to a great piece by Jeanette Demain, that started it all titled: Breasturants, Hypocrisy and Sexual Kitsch. Phyllis suggested this as an OPEN CALL: so I'm comin' at you. OPEN CALL: from toddlers to women, getin' back to that good old fashioned American Style tits and ass pov!
You see I’ve noticed it too, the creeping creepy cultural nostalgia; that desire to stumble backwards on the highest heels ever engineered, to a dismal past that will be our daughter’s futures.
We return to the glory days of Leave It To Beaver except in this incarnation, we're going porno style and sexually liber-fied into a world where our roles are to be grateful for any paycheck nomatter how degrading because the concept of degradation isn't really so bad anymore. If it can pay the rent and in many cases, it does, then why not?
So glam up girlfriend, because if you're sufficiently winsome and superficially pliable you might be honored to make a living wearing supershort shorts and blouses open a button or ten too low, all in aid of serving up some down home corporate food and suggestive banter, while using your breasts and ass as a platter.
And show some gratitude, little woman! for we DO have the technology to keep you in the game, sort of young, almost, mostly forever. Okay..not exactly young young, and more like kabuki young with your face frozen in a mask of clipped nose, bubble lips and modified cheeks and chin, a face so swimming in zombie botulism bacteria it won't even move when you speak.
YAY us! Can I use my MC or Visa?
The rest of our mess of normal physical aging can be smoothed and repositioned via shapers or spanx or support or – if we're moneyed and/or have an amazing credit line: dream it, slash and silicone and liposuction. And how about having the old taint bleached or one's body tanned to leather? We can have eternal youth, albeit bizarro "youth" and so far, it's sort of working, kind of, almost, maybe. Squinting, it might be okay.
My first thought was why aren't the people in the audience storming around, demanding refunds? Then it occurred to me as the camera panned the room that if they weren't nibbling on a plate of hootered wings, all those groaning, cheering people in the audience looked like her: they were mostly “housewives" and "house men", maybe waiting a turn at this orgy of ramped up sexual humiliation. Maybe kind of a shared, groupy grope therapeutic support event for middle aged former hookers and their former pimps and johns.
It's big time Americans entertainment now: this degradation of women, young and old. We sit and watch as they slug it out in restaurants and on dormitory floors, falling down drunk, foul mouthed, aggressive and violent, promiscuous, ignorant and crude, dressed in a mind boggling variety of too tight cocktail dresses. Oh and lets not look away from baby beauty queens dressed up in stripper "costumes" with mommy coaching them on how to work a crowd.
Haven't you heard? a girl can put herself through college working The Pole!
And this is where we want our daughters to go: what we want them to think about, dream about, emulate, aspire to. And what we want our boys to dream of too: this nightmare trip to the past without even the illusion of the respect or dignity the June Cleavers were given. The respect our mothers and grandmothers demanded as “ladies”. Okay it was an illusion but it was something.
They demanded acknowledgement that they were worthy of respect, however paltry it was. Society, culture, didn’t overtly treat women like pieces of garbage - behind the scenes, something else, but up front, we were treated "like ladies". It's true, it was a sad little charade, but it made life a little easier and women felt there was redress and even decency in our shared understanding. This was the deal: we were human beings and not gussied up platters of spicey little meatballs.
Today girls and women are told in a million different, creative and even stunningly subliminal ways, that in these difficult times the road to prosperity and security is to sell yourself and your body to the highest bidder.
Prepare to step aside Kardashians...the future of America, our little women are being tutored to steal your market. A million million spicy little meatballs, coming up!
We accept and embrace dressing in too short, too tight clothing and stuffing feet into stilettos. Again. Cramming bodies into girdles. Again. Could someone please explain why? Just explain it to me. I won’t argue because how you want walk through your day is your business. But I’d sure love to know how the daily torture of bone and skin is a good thing.
We are sneaking back to a time where boys and men expect to remain indulged children, perpetually tasting and sampling girlywomen who are there mostly for them. Yes women are beautiful. And so are men. And yes men will look, and so will women. But what we're doing to women at this point is nothing less than pornographic objectification. And like porn, women are not expected to expect an orgasm (faking will do) or getting anything out of it (except a paycheck). But we are expected to look as if we're rarin' to go.
So here were are. Again. Still. A culture where women are second class citizens waiting for men in power to validate us, to give us equal pay, equality, protection under the law and autonomy.
And we are sold out, over and over again for one reason or another: politics, religion, what difference does it make? our rights are still not ours.
To me saddest of all is watching women sell us, themselves out, and worse, sell out all our daughters and granddaughters for the sake of financial and/or emotional security.
Will it never, ever end?