I ask because this is in the form of a whine. The whine comes from deep in my soul, so bear with me here. It harks back very deep.
It started last night when I googled “naked fat lady photo.” No, I’m not going to tell you why. And I ended up at Kate Harding’s Shapely Prose. Which lead me to Feministe, which lead me to think about a lot of things.
And one of the things that I thought about is how women are treated generally, and how women bloggers are treated specifically. First we have the New York Times talking about Blogher, and putting it in the style and fashion section. Then there was the outrage at the tone of the piece, and it’s placement in the Style and Fashion section. Then there was the outrage at the outrage, and the warnings that nobody would marry a pottymouth. Hey, most of us have been there and done that already. And sometimes being a pottymouth is the only way to get some attention. Then there is the condescending thing about how we get no respect because we don’t put our real names out there like Kos, despite the very real dangers to women that presents.
And I thought about the things we women do to get traffic to our sites. Nurse Myra loves to dress up on
Friday, and has a collection of corsets for the purpose. That just seems to be part of who she is. It isn’t a part of me, however. And then there are the women at Half Nekkid Thursday. Some of the photos I saw were very artistic. Others were triple XXX porn. NO, I really don’t want to see a picture of you having sex with your boyfiend.
Some of this feeds into issues from my long-ago dissolved marriage. Besides being a porn addict, my ex was a photographer, with his own darkroom. I will leave you to fill in the picture. Let me just say that he made the mistake of leaving his negatives with me for a while, and I had lots of fun cutting up stuff I wanted to make sure the world never saw. And I think about the women having sex with their boyfriends on the internet at Half Nekkid Thursday, and I wonder if they are being exploited, like I was. Or are the part of the new Raunch Culture? And what does it say about their self-respect? They may not regret it now, but many women have been brought down from lofty places by nude piccies in the wrong hands. Funny how that rarely happens to men.
It seems even when men are caught out in embarrassing situations, such as being revealed to use a hooker and have a diaper fetish, it rarely brings them down. Some of those folks are still in Congress. Unless they seemed squeaky clean and then were found to be really dirty, like Eliot Spitzer.
And it gets tied up with the way the disabled are treated, and the old are treated, and fat people are treated. Did you know that fat is about the only thing you can be disgusted with and still be
politically correct? Despite the fact that nobody has found a way to permanently lose the weight. Even gastric bypass sometimes doesn’t work for long. And there is some evidence that dieting can be worse for you than carrying the weight.
So, where is all this going? I guess it’s just a whine that the only way to get my traffic to decent levels is to show some boobs. And that nobody but Rob reads my serious stuff. *smewches* (Just on the cybercheek, Annie. No, not that cheek, the one up top.) And that some people aren’t reading and commenting anymore. Do you think I have enough links and other things to increase my traffic?
I guess another point is that I do have some standards. I’m not gonna get naked for you. Live with it. If I
did it would look something like that picture. Don’t laugh, it sold for $33.6 million dollars. And this is the end of the skin you’re getting from me. I will do T-shirt Friday, but more because I have interesting T-shirts than that have interesting boobs. Sometimes I think it’s too bad we can’t just bare our brains for everyone to admire.