Objectifying Men

A feminist parody of Robin Thicke’s controversial hit “Blurred Lines” has gone viral on YouTube after being briefly banned from the video-sharing website for being too raunchy.

But …

Thicke’s video, complete with topless cavorting models, remains on the website and has more than 17 million hits, with users needing to sign in to verify their age before viewing it.

Blurred lines parody. Photo from rappler.com

Blurred lines parody. Photo from rappler.com

“It’s just funny that the response has been so negative when you flip it around and objectify males,” Olivia Lubbock, student from New Zealand.

See Rappler.com for the complete article

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Jamie and Ana, girl talk. Image from everydayloveart.com

Jamie and Ana, girl talk. Image from everydayloveart.com

Ana would occasionally meet up to catch up with some girl friends from college.

A lot of them are single and NBSB (no boyfriend since birth).

She would commiserate with their concerns, usually ranging from careers (workmate from hell that acts like a scum leaving me with all the scut work when he’s kissing the boss’s ass) or family (youngest sister just got married, I’m the eldest — what’s wrong with the picture?) or lovelife (or the lack of it).

Today, Ana was talking and having a late dinner with Jamie.

Jamie: Are you sure it’s okay with Christian that you’re with me and not having dinner with him?

Ana: I’m married, not incarcerated. And Christian knows I’m with you. He just texted, “have fun”.

Jamie: Well, that’s nice.

Ana: So updates! What’s up with you and that guy, Carter?

Jamie: He’s here in Manila last month.

Ana: And?

Jamie: I helped him look for a place to stay.

Ana: And?

Jamie: We saw this nice hotel and he stayed there for three days until he finished with his papers. I was with him. And no, Ana, nothing happened.

Ana: Oh.

Jamie: His mother keeps texting me updates about Carter. She’s so sweet. Do you think Tita was lying when she told me that Carter told her he wished he would find a job soon so that we can be together?

Ana: Why would she lie?

Jamie: That’s what I thought too.

Ana: You really like him, don’t you?

Jamie: Yeah. I mustered the guts to ask him once if he was courting me and his answer was so vague. He said, “If I were courting a girl, she would know it.”

Ana: I hate it too when guys go cryptic!

Jamie: I don’t know. Maybe it’s because he’s just 25 and hasn’t started a career yet.

Ana: While you … are this hotshot surgeon …

Jamie: I am not hotshot! I am a long way from being hotshot!

Ana: And you’re like 8 years older than him.

Jamie: We like each other!

Ana: I know, dear. What kind of a shitty world is it when nobody bats an eyelash when a 32-year old  male executive has a relationship with a 20 year-old college graduate, but you can’t be with Carter because …

Jamie: Because he doesn’t have a job, he failed the board exams 4 times, and I’m a not-so-hotshot female surgeon. He probably feels …(shakes her head)

Ana: But you like each other.

Jamie: Does that count?

The Thing with Orgasms

Yipee!!!

The previous post was my 100th post on this blog!

Being the Narcissistic Bitch that I am, I would like to use this page to congratulate myself.

Congratulations NB! I am giving you the Jeane Napoles Award for all the rainy mornings you spent doing intellectual masturbation while your poor significant-other was asleep.

As I am feeling very pleased with myself, what else is there to think and post about than the big O?

“Someday every woman will have orgasms- like every family has color TV- and we can all get on with the business of life.”  Erica Jong

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One rainy morning, we listen (“eavesdrop” is the operative word) at Ana and her friends as they talk about what makes life worth living.

Charisse: So Ana, how do you know you’ve had it?

Ana: Had what?

Charisse: (somewhat embarrassed) You know …

Therese: (popping a chocolate covered almond-cherry in  her mouth) You mean orgasms?

Charisse: (scandalized) Lower your voice. (in a whisper) Kinda.

Ana: I know I’ve had it. (secret smile)

Charisse: How?

Therese: (philosophical and wise ala Mother Teresa) When one has had it, she’d know.

Charisse: (wails) How do you know?

Therese: Are you sure you’re asking the correct question?

Ana: What Therese is saying, dear, is you have to have sex first to have one.

Charisse: Oh my, no. I’ve never … (swallows) actually we were like rubbing together the other day … and something sort of like …

Ana: Exploded?

Therese: Burst?

Charisse: I can’t put it that way … but yes maybe …

Ana & Therese: (silent, waiting with baited and prurient breaths)

Charisse: (adjusts her glasses) There was a lot of …

Therese: Liquid!

Charisse: (nods)

Ana: And you felt like you just ran the marathon and won 1st prize?

Charisse: (smiles) You can put it that way.

Therese: Holy moly, girl!  Let’s go and have some drinks! You’re no longer a virgin!

Charisse: But we kept our clothes on!