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Showing posts with label feminism. Show all posts
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Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Not Just Boys' Fun- by Lil Michelle, Heart Like a Lion booking

“Not Just Boys’ Fun”
by Lil Michelle – Heart Like a Lion Booking

In most cases, gender is irrelevant. Some cases in which it might apply are when considering that different people have different points of view, or sexual attraction. Gender certainly has no bearing, however, on a person’s musical talent, ability to organize events, dedication to supporting bands, or genuineness as a person. Having a penis doesn’t necessarily give a person better skill, loyalty, or depth of character.

That it does, however, seems to be a commonly-held belief among guys in the metal scene. Don’t get me wrong, I love dudes. Most of my friends are male, and some guys are even pretty fun to sleep with. From my personal experience, I don’t see the misogynistic attitude from guys in bands, many of them are great people and great to work with. The problem seems to come from guys who attend the larger local shows. According to their treatment, having a dick means they automatically know more than me, even though they know nothing about me.

Their view of women at shows seems to fall into one of two categories: either they’re “a band member’s girlfriend/wife” or they’re “just out to try to fuck a guy in a band.” There’s nothing wrong with dating a guy in a band, regardless of whether the woman is into the scene on her own accord or not, we like who we like. And nobody is “just somebody’s girlfriend/wife,” they’re people who are worth trying to get to know. If they suck or have no personality, it is what it is, but that assumption can’t and shouldn’t be made right off the bat.

As for trying to get laid by a dude in band, there truly are some girls who do that, they’re easy to spot at shows by the way they act. I’ve never understood that, as whether a guy is a musician has no effect on whether I find him attractive, but I guess these girls feel they are nobodies by themselves and can become “somebody” only by injection. Pathetic.

I read an article on a metal site that was written by a different girl, about this same topic. She stated that women should go out of their way to “prove” they are truly into metal. Such as mosh, headbang, always wear band shirts, and make a point to talk to guys about music. She then went on to talk about how she can get away with all kinds of shit and get any guy to do what she wants because she has a vagina.

In my opinion, that’s even more sexist than the male point of view I discussed above. Many of us got into metal/punk/whatever because we didn’t identify with the way mainstream society wanted us to be. Why create “rules” in a subculture full of people who didn’t want to “follow the rules?” I say we rock out to bands the way we want, wear what we want, and talk about what we want, and that goes for both female and male. If a person is real, he or she doesn’t feel the need to prove anything, genuineness is evident from his or her actions and character.

Women are people, and should be treated as such, unless individuals give people reasons not to do so to those individuals. Women who play music get less support, get called “posers,” and get their looks and attractiveness discussed much more often than their talent or sound. Sluts are glorified and worshipped, while real and true supporters of the scene are dismissed and excluded. There is absolutely no reason to assume without knowing anything about her, that somebody deserves less respect. Metal is a brother and sisterhood, whether some people want to accept it or not. All the talk I hear about “brotherhood” comes out sounding like “we don’t want evil vaginas at our sausage party.” Think about it. The idea of “unity in the scene” can’t happen until the notion that one gender is better than another, is seen as the ridiculous and antiquated garbage that it is.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Seven Inches of Black Plastic

Seven Inches of Black Plastic


These are two unrelated, yet equally relevant issues regarding punk rock and individuality in general: The 7” vinyl record, and dildos, or in less mystifying words, self-sexuality. Both are vital to the continued existence of a strong, pro-active music scene for punks everywhere.

The 7” vinyl record is the treasure trove of punk. For a band, they have to choose their best songs, shorten their descriptive information, and lower the price from a 12”. High quality, low information intake, and low cost. What more can you ask for? Just a few 7” records that really deliver on this are: Civil Disobedience- In a Few Hours of Madness, Detroit Birds- Endangered Species, Minor Threat- Minor Threat, Negative Approach- Negative Approach, Poison Idea- Pick Your King, State- No Illusions, and more, certainly. In all of these, the bands picked their best tracks, put them together and released them to the world. Being that CDs cost the same to press regardless of how much content there is, a 7” record is still more viable than a CD for an upstart punk band, at least in regard to official releases (a burned CD-R handed out for free is better for an unofficial release). I’ve began to make it a point to dig through the 7” bin of any record store I go to before I ever even touch the CDs or LPs. The 7” is the punk rocker’s album, and it has considerable value over a theoretical LP of the same songs with a B-side of shit songs to compliment them. Check your local 7” record bin at the record store before you consider even browsing the CDs; chances are, you’ll find something ten times better and half the cost.

The B-side of this column relates to self-sexuality. Even in the dawn (or afternoon, metaphorically speaking) of this era of women’s liberation from stereotypes of submissive housewife, some women still have not crossed the bridge from uniquely submissive sexual satisfaction to inclusive and different types of sexuality, including bisexuality, bigamy, BDSM, and namely, for all intents and purposes of this article, self-sexuality. Some still feel the guilt the politically conservative Christian institutions have tried to indoctrinate into humanity, and this is not right. Males DO NOT have a monopoly on the control of sexual satisfaction; some could be said to not possess it at all. This perceived monopoly is a gap preventing mankind from achieving individuality; one of the most important aspects of individuality is to not NEED the company of another for survival. Man has survived and evolved long and far enough to be content fulfilling the daily sexual drive alone. Men have already found this, no doubt.

Despite studying possibilities of cures or treatments for HIV, breast cancer (can we please get rid of that fucking month already!?), developmental disorders or other deficiencies of man, instead gave way to find better way to get it up and keep it up. Man has found his self-sexuality; woman has found a degree of hers, but some remain guilted or ignorant to the self-sexual satisfaction possibilities before them. The only way to get on this problem, is to get off. Just, get off! Nike would do wise to copyright that statement and invest in women’s sexuality. In other words, the blockade of women’s individual sexuality is social and external, therefore not at all rationally extricated and hereby irrelevant. Argument is not needed; just get off, and no one will make you if you try and it doesn’t work. It is apparent, however, that it is not a lack of a possibility, it is a lack in the consideration of the possibility. So, I personally urge any and all women, old, young, lesbian, bisexual, straight, black, white, whatever you may be, to buy seven inches of black plastic, and fuck yourselves today!

-Aunty Social