By Lindsey Cain
While the title of this piece poses a question, I will be coming down staunchly on one side of the argument. Recent events depicting women’s sexuality in media is making me sick. Lovers of the 50 Shades of Grey and Magic Mike phenomena, hear me out. You can be fans all you like, but please by no means call these works of literature and cinema, respectively, good or well-done. And certainly strive for the utmost media literacy, and please realize what these things are doing for female kind: nothing.
By Maddie McClouskey
When Miley Cyrus’ engagement was announced last month, the media had a field day. Every magazine, news website, and subway newspaper wrote obnoxious opinion pieces about it. In addition to the minor annoyance, the tabloid coverage of Miley Cyrus’ teenage (okay, she’s nineteen) engagement sparked a heated discussion between a school-aged girl and her father, whom I passed on the street in a family-oriented neighborhood of Manhattan…
By Emily Smith
A few nights ago, I was searching around the house for something to read, and found a book called Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus wedged between my mother’s Martha Stewart cookbook and her collection of Southern Living magazines (riveting, I know).
The preface of the book is that Martians and Venusians met, fell in love, flew to Earth, and lived in perfect harmony for quite some time; then magically, the effects of Earth’s atmosphere took hold and everyone woke up with selective amnesia. They forgot their differences, and to this day, have been in conflict.
In the US, we constantly hear about the eroticized scenario of two women targeted to a male audience. I always wondered why it didn’t work the other way with two men sexualized and geared towards women. Well, I have found a whole genre geared for just that: two male lovers to tickle the fantasies of female viewers and readers.
By Emily Smith
Society defines gender roles by images that aid text in order to help our visually-trained minds to comprehend the bigger picture. Bathroom signs, for example, sport stick figures for both genders – men wearing pants and women wearing skirts. The explicitly stated “male” and “female” on bathroom doors, one would think, would be enough to signify the difference, yet we cling to the image without question. Similarly, the image of television, and other media, presents more than entertainment: it defines how one should live one’s life.
By Melissa A. Fabello
Once upon a time (as every good love story should start), I found myself enamored with a certain erotic art website. It was 2002, a year after the launch of the soon-to-be franchise, and somehow, its galleries of brash, naked, tattooed ladies trickled its way down to me — thanks, no doubt, to the circle of friends with whom I hung out: goths, punks, artsy kids, and other cafeteria fringe all lumped into one alternagroup conglomerate in my oh-so-small suburban high school. We didn’t separate skaters from ravers; we couldn’t afford to. So we all hung out together. And SuicideGirls was like a beacon of hope.