My name is Stefanie
I go to art school and live in Portland OR.
I once snuck a box of buffalo wings into an afternoon showing at a movie theater and if that doesn't give you a good idea of the kind of person I am I don't know what will.
Imagine the uproar if these kinds of pictures were shown in magazines all the time. But nobody bats a fucking eyelid when we do it to women. Everyone (men) would be up in arms about ~misandry~ and hypersexualization, but do these dudebro MRAs care that women are subjected to this type of imagery /reversed/ in our own magazines on every second goddamn page? Didn’t think so.
THAT is why these images showing the reversal is important. Dudes will cry “you won’t get people to join your cause if you respond to degradation of your gender by degrading another gender” - no, fuck you. We are sick of the constant hypersexualization, and one photoset relieving us of our plight that makes you uncomfortable is NOTHING compared to what we deal with everyday.
That reminds me so much of the uproar Marina and the Diamonds’ video to “How to be a Heartbreaker” caused. They didn’t want to show the video on American TV, because it a) apparently contained homosexual pictures (oh my God, guys showering in bathing trunks! TOGETHER!) and b) objectified men. It’s really funny how flipping the whole scantily clad women surrounding a guy around makes the audience feel awkward. And with funny I mean sexist and outrageous.
Both Beyonce and Josephine Baker’s career are inevitably tied to race and therein lies the Catch-22 of their sexuality. Why is a woman’s appreciation for her body and her astronomical levels of self-confidence painted as indecency and immortality? We want to simultaneously frown upon and marvel at the exhibitionism of pop stars. Not only does Beyonce’s support of feminism lead to a backlash policing her choices as a woman, but as a black woman.