Hell, 1980's glam rock was all about sexploitation.

Can we also go back and slap Warrant around a little for "Cherry Pie"?

Cyndi Lauper wrote "She Bop" ... sure it's a little veiled but clearly about masturbation.

I guess I'm wondering if I fell for it if I like the album despite the cover?  Or if I saw the cover and didn't buy the album?  Not everyone has a Pavlovian response to images such as this one.

Needs more Justin Beiber.

(snark.)

OK - yes - now that you mention it. I never saw Spinal Tap but the Lonely Bull came out when I was in High School and the whipped cream thing a little later. Thanks!

Poor Marc, just wanted someone to shoot some video for his new music project, but unearthed a whole shit-storm of why there are twisted battles between men and women instead; on the order of guns, germs, and steel. The reasons and methods, the natures and nurtures are complex and intertwined.   

What bothers me is that women often deny that men, in order for mating to proceed, must do the lions share of initiation.  Who inevitably become burned when they misinterpret signals.  If men subjugate women, as they have come to, I think it inevitably stems from their fear and misunderstanding, but also because they have a primal attraction to the female their reasoning side can't explain, sex addicts like the X-files guy, and every other dude aside, and their brains get funny when they start to think about a hot one. But also, the vicious power plays we all grow up with, what make us resentful or mistrustful of each other, drive that vicious cycle.  

It always points back to our mammalian natures.  You really shouldn't even be commenting on relationships until you've studied animal behavior for a lifetime.  That women complain about the way men are is almost comical when you know things about the mating habits of deer or cats.   Everything we do in the way of our mating rituals filters into this, even putting rings on your neck to make it longer, if it's because the men desire it, it's also men who've done the most scouting and inevitably often have to defeat or kill another male to get the woman, historically and presently speaking.   

I would imagine this prompts male mindset quite considerably through the ages toward  temptations to objectify. Abs and a nice chest are good on both.  We do so much enjoy categorizing and boxing things in our society anyway,  from Santa Clause, to 9-5, to the latest fashions, to each other.  These are all engrained forms of thinking within our DNA, ways of viewing the world.  A

rtists and other people who think outside the box may sometimes help us out of these nasty patterns, passed down to offspring, becoming even harder to change through the generations. Until one day, someone says, "I think this should be different,' and people agree and finally do something about it.  

Women appear to do more waiting for the right man to show up, and determine whether his characteristics are appropriate for her 'future.'  Both are capable of change.  It's a colorful and bizarre dance, each needing and compelling the other, and the troubles that ensue, are eternal entertainment for the gods.

I there is very little being discussed that is really "engrained in our DNA." I would argue that to a great extent we like what we like because we have grown up with a certain amount of pressure to like what other people like. There are a great many exceptions to that, which is why concepts change over time. 

If you look at what has been considered the "desirable" female form in western cultures it has changed significantly over time. Hell bells there are other human cultures, right now, who find female breasts pretty sexually uninteresting but a glimpse of thigh is near pornographic. Relationships and mating rituals of other species, even mammalian, are not a terribly good equivalency, except as perhaps as an argument against anything being particularly "unnatural." How cats mate and how humans do their delicate tango of finding one another has nothing to do with one another outside of facile analogies. 

The wider issue is pretty tricky to navigate. If someone is consensual and well remunerated it is hard to argue they are exploited. But, perhaps it represents an exploitation of a larger group of people. There definitely has been a big spike of sexual assault and domestic abuse during the recession of the past few years, but that is a historic pattern during tough economic times and is hard to correlate with wide-spread sexualization of aspects of media, personally I think such things are more related to power and control rather than purely sex (yes the two can interact). 

Is sex bad? Is the human body shameful? No. But coming to a consensus on what is too much and how tight a leash to keep on it (sorry) is pretty hard given historic and current abuses of power.

(For what it's worth, I lived in Nashville for several years, years ago, and hated the music scene there. Auditions for open mic nights.)

I understand that Ween is supposed to be ironic and satiric (and I can point to some of their songs that are) but their satiric edge is lost in songs about women, many of which seem to be actually, not parodically, misogynistic.


My dinner's on fire while she watches TV
And if you ever wondered what it's like to be me
She takes all my money and leaves me no smokes
She yells at my buddies and insults my folks
I'm breakin' my back, doin' the best that I can
She's got more time for her dog than her man
And I'm no dope
But I can't cope
So hit the fuckin' road
And piss up a rope

   ---CHORUS---

You can piss up a rope
And you can put on your shoes
Hit the road, get truckin'
Pack your bag
I don't need the ag
On your knees, you big booty bitch, start suckin'
You ride my ass like a horse in a saddle
Now you're up shit's creek
With a turd for a paddle
And I can't cope
So piss up a rope


You can piss up a rope 
And feel the pissy dribble
You can piss up a rope
And watch me giggle
For the last six months I been packin' your bag
You can wash my balls with a warm wet rag
Till my balls feel smooth and soft like silk
I'm sick of your mouth and your 2 percent milk
And I'm no dope
But I've lost all hope
So hit the fuckin' road
And piss up a rope.

Repeat chorus three times

"Piss Up a Rope" from 12 Golden Country Greats

So, let's see...he's kicking her out of the house, but he wants a quick blowjob first? Merely putting a song like this to a country tune doesn't make it satirical enough. The bar of satire is set much higher.

More examples can be provided upon request.

Let's read some more Ween lyrics Ramos!

Not that it really matters at this point but I did pay Marc when he played in the wine bar.

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PS: I prefer the gal on the Venture's Hawaii 5-0 album and she pretty much has all of her clothes on.

Virgin Killer!!!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virgin_Killer

Again, I say "Fuck yeah!" to Smooth Sailing on I-35, although the faster traffic limits my ability to flash my boobs as I'm driving through Duluth.

However, as amusing as this post thread was, it causes me to be rather glad to not live in Duluth anymore. Feels as though some want to rename this blog "Perfectly Politically Correct Duluth."