Reverse Sexism-How About a Little Male Objectification??

When I first started this blog, I wanted to write about bad ass women who have kicked ass and taken names, but I also wanted to feature a few men who love those bad ass women. Such men who can handle wild and unruly women are one of a kind and deserve a little air time, don't you think?! So my post today is all about a man who is near and dear to my cold, cruel heart.

The other day I mentioned on twitter that I was going out to dinner with my boyfriend, and a twitter friend (@cocosmalls) mentioned that she wanted a picture of him. I discussed the idea with my boyfriend, and he told me that I could take a picture of his muscle and post it online, but that was it. (He is very discreet because of his job, as am I myself regarding pictures). Needless to say, my lil friend wasn't happy with the idea of just a muscle.

Nonetheless, at dinner I tried to take a picture of his arm because he was wiggling around and wouldn't flex his muscle. He claimed that he felt like I was "objectifying" him:



His comment about feeling "objectified" started the wheels turning in this devious head of mine. Over the past couple of weeks, I've seen a number of commercials or advertisements that over-objectify women and are pretty sexist as far as I'm concerned. Take the Sprite commercial, for example, where the girl is giving a man a blow job and is shot in the face with a big burst of sprite. So, I started thinking and I came to the conclusion that if men can objectify women then we women should do it more often to men.

I sat down and explained to my boyfriend that I thought that it would be a really excellent idea for me to create some home-made advertisements where I treat him like a piece of meat. In the beginning he didn't want to take any pictures, but as soon as I began to explain my idea that I wanted to flip the script on objectification...then he was all game. Like I said, it takes a special man to deal with a crazy ass woman and her whims.

A large bottle of Cristal champagne fell out of the sky and into my lap this week in order to celebrate a couple of large scale work gigs that I've pulled off over the past two weeks.



So I figured I would use the bottle in my first series of male objectification advertisements. Check out my first advertisement:



What do you think my caption should be??

What a good sport, don't you think? Stay tuned for some additional male objectification advertisements. (Well, if the boyfriend continues to play along, that is!) Hats off to @cocosmalls for the creative inspiration.

We've Come a Long Way Baby!

It has always irked me when people act like there is something wrong with women who are independent and are comfortable with doing something on their own. I've lived by myself since I was 21 years old and I love to be alone, so I want to slap anyone who acts shocked when I state that I enjoy living by myself. I like to travel by myself. I do what I want when I want to do it and I don't wait for other people to join me. If no one is available or doesn't want to do something, I'll take my own happy ass off to do whatever I want because I want to.

As I grow older it becomes more and more irritating. I'm less and less likely to control my inner monologue and I start saying some crazy, obnoxious stuff. Over the years people have felt that they have the right to try to judge my relationship with my boyfriend, insinuating that there is something wrong with us if we don't enjoy traveling together. Or they just act as if there is something wrong with me because I choose to do what I want to do when I want to do it, and I am not so insecure that I wait until someone else wants to come along for the ride.

The other day, for example, I mentioned to a group of co-workers that I was planning on going on vacation to possibly Greece and Turkey. Everyone immediately asked who I would be going with. "No one!" I insisted. Everyone immediately got bent out of shape, whining and convincing me that I should take my boyfriend and suggested a number of other people for me to take if he would not be able to go. People were shocked and acted as if they actually felt sorry for me when I told them that I do not like to travel much with my boyfriend, or for anyone for that matter.

In addition to traveling, I enjoy eating alone at times, going to the movies and all sorts of other activities that I feel like doing at any given moment. Yesterday I just wanted to be alone and decided to head over for a quick dinner at a favorite thai restaurant on my way home from my mother's restaurant.

While I was sitting there and looking over the menu, a lady walked up to the front counter and stared at me as she was ordering take-out. She finally said, "I can't find it in me to eat out alone. That's why I am getting some take out". She continued to stare at me and stare at me and stare at me until I almost wanted to stick my tongue out at her. Even the lady and the man, as well as two ladies across the room kept staring at me.

Get a grip. So I decided that I would take some pictures of my solo evening out, since it is so fucking amazing to everyone. So, here's a picture of my non-dinner-date:



And I actually even paid for the check on my own, if you can believe it!



I even drove myself home! Yes, yes I really did!



We've come a long way, baby, since women got the right to vote! Stay tuned for my next pictures that I'll upload as soon as I learn how to wipe my ass without having someone else hold my hand!