I decided not to throw this overly long "status" at the facebook masses and simply post it here.
Far too many Facebook pages demeaning women as mere sex objects. I am not going to rant and rave about anyone who likes them, because I don't care, it doesn't particularly show anything about you, but some of the content on these pages is absolutely ridiculous. None of them are a celebration of a woman's beauty or figure, they're just perpetuating the image of the "perfect" woman and their only use as an object of desire.
I am sure that sounds pretty damn pretentious and I know if I don't like something, it doesn't mean everyone else has to. I also realise that I don't really have any right to criticise it, but I have just seen so many of these pages about women. They're not wrong nor do I have any right to say they shouldn't exist, there is just so damn many of them and they're all the same. They all objectify women as sexual instruments and are only directed at males, it seems. Maybe it's just me, but a picture that has a woman bending over and asking if you like it, is not very forward thinking or a celebration of her being attractive. It's just a provocative image, asking if you'd like to sleep with her. I mainly have an objection to the pictures that say things such as: "I wish I could just press mute and get her to take her clothes off" or an Xbox controller stylised to look a bra, with the caption: "The best way to control-her".
Wednesday, 29 August 2012
Tuesday, 7 August 2012
Look, it's been awhile.
It really has. I best get back into this, however, I won't be deleting and switching up accounts, I'll stick with this blog and try to develop it further.
Sunday, 19 February 2012
Music.
It's pretty amazing just how easy and quickly we can find new music in modern society. We have an entirely new resource - the Internet. Thousands upon thousands can upload their music for free - get it out there for any and everyone to see. I love that. We have now have access to so many new sounds, bands and experiences.
We're very lucky.
In saying that, there is a lot of absolute crap out there, in terms of music, but we know this, and I accept that. For every terrible band I find, there's one great one that's just amazing.
Also, sorry for my recent absence, I have had schooling and been pre-occupied with music, really.
We're very lucky.
In saying that, there is a lot of absolute crap out there, in terms of music, but we know this, and I accept that. For every terrible band I find, there's one great one that's just amazing.
Also, sorry for my recent absence, I have had schooling and been pre-occupied with music, really.
Monday, 30 January 2012
The hand me down.
You know what, just at this moment, I don't feel like writing a blog, but I still feel like saying something.
I'll just throw up three songs that capture my particular mood at the moment.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gz4VhicbVH0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=07SWjWaOxc4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8AWFf7EAc4&ob=av2e
Yeah, they're pretty random songs, and they don't really summarise at all what I am trying to say...but you know what, in the long run, it probably doesn't matter. My mood can go untyped - unexpressed. Just this once, of course.
Really got to hate where your head space is at when you're a teenager. Really is bothersome sometimes.
I also really need sleep. I haven't had a good sleep for 4 years.
I'll just throw up three songs that capture my particular mood at the moment.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gz4VhicbVH0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=07SWjWaOxc4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8AWFf7EAc4&ob=av2e
Yeah, they're pretty random songs, and they don't really summarise at all what I am trying to say...but you know what, in the long run, it probably doesn't matter. My mood can go untyped - unexpressed. Just this once, of course.
Really got to hate where your head space is at when you're a teenager. Really is bothersome sometimes.
I also really need sleep. I haven't had a good sleep for 4 years.
Thursday, 26 January 2012
Getting meaning from the meaningless.
I'd like to play a game - a game of kings, in which each member shall relinquish their pre-existing duti...you know what, that isn't the game at all.
Let's try and take sentences, that seem straight forward and generic on the surface, and dissect the hell out of it. We will find meaning where there was none before. I'm going to shuffle my music collection, and randomly play two songs, and try to turn the first line in the song into something much deeper. Strap yourselves in, for the pompous and moronic.
'Twist and Shout' - The Beatles.
"Well, shake it up, baby, now, (shake it up, baby). "Twist and shout. (twist and shout)"
Looking at this deceptively simple first line, you'd be forgiven for thinking that the meaning pertained to some kind of romantic element - in which the singer is expressing interest in drawing the female (working on the assumption he is referring to a woman) closer to himself, to perhaps initiate a relationship with her. There is the implication that her presence is having a profound effect on him, with her dance moves especially demanding his attention. Of course, that's entirely incorrect.
We first must look at what the words truly mean, and the tone - the oddly apathetic start ("Well"), which is delivered with such force that brings on an entirely new meaning to the word, giving it force and a hint violence. Perhaps he is frustrated at this female, or feels a discussion is appropriate on the current situation of their relationship. The listener is then invited to play witness to this woman becoming 'shaken up', and to eventually 'twist and shout'. It becomes obvious at this point that John Lennon and Paul McCartney intended this line, and to extension the entire song as a metaphor for violence against women. The relationship this faceless male wishes to discuss is one based on power, abuse and ego.
This notion of a power hungry man distorting a vulnerable woman's psyche, forcing her into a situation where she can and will be abused is cemented with the background vocals repeating: "Shake it up, baby". An image is created where this woman is stripped bare of her strength and power, and dominated by this monster of man, who is using brute force to satisfy his poisonous and completely selfish wants and desires. He is dangerous and shows a complete disregard for the opposite sex, seeing them as only a pleasure device. The intended effect on the audience (though, mainly the male audience) is to instil the idea that abuse and violence against women is never the right thing to do, and any male who conducts in such apprehensible activities should be brought to justice and taught just how wrong what they have done is.
If you read the line again, it really becomes obvious that is the meaning.
'Can't Say Nothing' - Curtis Mayfield.
"Oh, yeah, one time for me. Do it"
No one can deny the racial turbulence that occurred during the late sixties and seventies. The barbaric, ignorant and inhumane treatment of African Americans from the primarily white culture of America was being challenged. The civil rights movement brought with it a new state of mind - a powerful, unified spirit was instilled in young African Americans, and hope brought to those who had been repressed for years (due to slavery, and lack of rights). Suddenly the idea of black politicians, successful businessmen and entertainers was becoming a reality - a feasible future, in which the rights of people were equal, not separated by colour.
Music was used as an outlet, with many black performers displaying their race and colour proudly. Artists such as James Brown would not shy away from telling the world that he was black, and proud. No longer forced to obey an idiotic regime, in which they were treated as second rate humans. Music was power - a tool and weapon. Used to calm the turmoil in major cities, during race battles, and to inspire millions to fight against their government - for an equal country.
It is on that note that we see Curtis Mayfield's song come into play. The strong, inspiring words of the first line, echo what a race thought of the current political, social and economic situation of America. He makes an emotional plea: "one time for me." - equal rights must apply to all people, no matter of creed, colour or religion. He invites the audience to feel his pain and despair that he feels, due to racism he has faced.
Bringing his point home strongly, that he wants change - he is demanding it, trying to make it obvious to the listener just how moronic segregation is, and how vital equal rights are to people. The colour of a man's skin does not define them - all men are created equal. He encompasses this mass of raw emotion and feeling into the simple, yet profoundly powerful combination of words: "Do it."
Translations:
"Well, shake it up, baby, now, (shake it up, baby). Twist and shout. (twist and shout)"
"Women are not meat, or some pleasure tool for men. They are people, and deserve to be treated equally. No man should use brute force to abuse their spouse. It boggles the mind that any man could treat a women so disgustingly in this day and age. It saddens me that this happens, that is why, I feel it is my duty to inform and hopefully educate men and people how to properly treat women (with respect and care) and the human race as a whole."
"Oh, yeah, one time for me. Do it"
"I see young children being turned from certain shops, schools and even water fountains just because of their race. It saddens me greatly to see this - these ignorant acts of misguided violence and stupidity. My skin colour doesn't define me, nor does it to anyone else. Race doesn't matter, we're all equal - we're all people."
That's what I reckon anyway. Probably correct.
*Of course, this is all a satire. None of this I honestly believe. Also, Mayfield is a master of funk and has the ability to pour some real emotion into his instrumental parts of songs. Impressive body of work that main possesses.
Let's try and take sentences, that seem straight forward and generic on the surface, and dissect the hell out of it. We will find meaning where there was none before. I'm going to shuffle my music collection, and randomly play two songs, and try to turn the first line in the song into something much deeper. Strap yourselves in, for the pompous and moronic.
'Twist and Shout' - The Beatles.
"Well, shake it up, baby, now, (shake it up, baby). "Twist and shout. (twist and shout)"
Looking at this deceptively simple first line, you'd be forgiven for thinking that the meaning pertained to some kind of romantic element - in which the singer is expressing interest in drawing the female (working on the assumption he is referring to a woman) closer to himself, to perhaps initiate a relationship with her. There is the implication that her presence is having a profound effect on him, with her dance moves especially demanding his attention. Of course, that's entirely incorrect.
We first must look at what the words truly mean, and the tone - the oddly apathetic start ("Well"), which is delivered with such force that brings on an entirely new meaning to the word, giving it force and a hint violence. Perhaps he is frustrated at this female, or feels a discussion is appropriate on the current situation of their relationship. The listener is then invited to play witness to this woman becoming 'shaken up', and to eventually 'twist and shout'. It becomes obvious at this point that John Lennon and Paul McCartney intended this line, and to extension the entire song as a metaphor for violence against women. The relationship this faceless male wishes to discuss is one based on power, abuse and ego.
This notion of a power hungry man distorting a vulnerable woman's psyche, forcing her into a situation where she can and will be abused is cemented with the background vocals repeating: "Shake it up, baby". An image is created where this woman is stripped bare of her strength and power, and dominated by this monster of man, who is using brute force to satisfy his poisonous and completely selfish wants and desires. He is dangerous and shows a complete disregard for the opposite sex, seeing them as only a pleasure device. The intended effect on the audience (though, mainly the male audience) is to instil the idea that abuse and violence against women is never the right thing to do, and any male who conducts in such apprehensible activities should be brought to justice and taught just how wrong what they have done is.
If you read the line again, it really becomes obvious that is the meaning.
'Can't Say Nothing' - Curtis Mayfield.
"Oh, yeah, one time for me. Do it"
No one can deny the racial turbulence that occurred during the late sixties and seventies. The barbaric, ignorant and inhumane treatment of African Americans from the primarily white culture of America was being challenged. The civil rights movement brought with it a new state of mind - a powerful, unified spirit was instilled in young African Americans, and hope brought to those who had been repressed for years (due to slavery, and lack of rights). Suddenly the idea of black politicians, successful businessmen and entertainers was becoming a reality - a feasible future, in which the rights of people were equal, not separated by colour.
Music was used as an outlet, with many black performers displaying their race and colour proudly. Artists such as James Brown would not shy away from telling the world that he was black, and proud. No longer forced to obey an idiotic regime, in which they were treated as second rate humans. Music was power - a tool and weapon. Used to calm the turmoil in major cities, during race battles, and to inspire millions to fight against their government - for an equal country.
It is on that note that we see Curtis Mayfield's song come into play. The strong, inspiring words of the first line, echo what a race thought of the current political, social and economic situation of America. He makes an emotional plea: "one time for me." - equal rights must apply to all people, no matter of creed, colour or religion. He invites the audience to feel his pain and despair that he feels, due to racism he has faced.
Bringing his point home strongly, that he wants change - he is demanding it, trying to make it obvious to the listener just how moronic segregation is, and how vital equal rights are to people. The colour of a man's skin does not define them - all men are created equal. He encompasses this mass of raw emotion and feeling into the simple, yet profoundly powerful combination of words: "Do it."
Translations:
"Well, shake it up, baby, now, (shake it up, baby). Twist and shout. (twist and shout)"
"Women are not meat, or some pleasure tool for men. They are people, and deserve to be treated equally. No man should use brute force to abuse their spouse. It boggles the mind that any man could treat a women so disgustingly in this day and age. It saddens me that this happens, that is why, I feel it is my duty to inform and hopefully educate men and people how to properly treat women (with respect and care) and the human race as a whole."
"Oh, yeah, one time for me. Do it"
"I see young children being turned from certain shops, schools and even water fountains just because of their race. It saddens me greatly to see this - these ignorant acts of misguided violence and stupidity. My skin colour doesn't define me, nor does it to anyone else. Race doesn't matter, we're all equal - we're all people."
That's what I reckon anyway. Probably correct.
*Of course, this is all a satire. None of this I honestly believe. Also, Mayfield is a master of funk and has the ability to pour some real emotion into his instrumental parts of songs. Impressive body of work that main possesses.
Thursday, 19 January 2012
Reactive certainty.
Detached; friends, family, emotionally and physically. I have become a shadow in my own reality and world. Constantly trying to get something I cannot have and neglecting all others - all very selfish and immature.
Gets you feeling low, just for a short period of time, but low all the same. Maybe these feelings and emotions are always prevalent in my concious and sub-concious, I can just mask it better on some occasions.
Also, I'm sick. How annoying.
Wednesday, 4 January 2012
Flappy Moo Fear
I forgot to say, Happy New Year! And happy holidays, my friends. I hope you all enjoyed yourself over this supposedly joyous period of time, whether it was one filled with family, religion or partying.
Baby's on smack.
Tofu roast duck is delicious. Everyone must know this, and should now go out and buy it. It's awesome.
You may call this post redundant and a waste, but I couldn't think of anything else to write, because I took an arrow to the knee.
Look, I made a pop culture reference, now this blog post is perfectly acceptable.
You may call this post redundant and a waste, but I couldn't think of anything else to write, because I took an arrow to the knee.
Look, I made a pop culture reference, now this blog post is perfectly acceptable.
We get it almost every night.
Hello, my friends.
It has been awhile since I made a post, so I thought, why not now? This thought or idea then proceeded to be realised, giving us this: a 'post'.
There, now that you've all come to the correct conclusion that I'm a wanker, we can continue.
Times have been confusing and difficult lately - of course all on a personal level. Dealing with relationships with people, arguments and fights - and of course, internal conflict.
My mind just seems to be a haze of mixed emotions and thoughts, with no clear direction. Sometimes I feel like I am being an annoying, moody person, while other times I feel emotionless - or making light of a serious situation. It's very annoying, and perhaps it is just to do with my age. Who knows?
Basically, I've been feeling pretty low lately, and horribly selfish, which I despise immensely. There are variables in why I feel this way, some are extraneous, while others are self-inflicted.
In other news, I saw the 'Arctic Monkeys' last night, in Melbourne. They were great, but the venue and crowd at the concert was not the best - but that doesn't ruin the music. Also, Miles Kane is surprisingly good and has a stage presence to be admired.
I really need to get stuck into my homework, I am running down time like no tomorrow. A habit I wished to get out of.
Been listening to a lot of music lately, and going to jump back into guitar soon - electric this time and attempt to learn some actual songs instead of playing Hendrix-esque solos that lack any soul or musical talent. Blues scale is just my best friend, really.
It has been awhile since I made a post, so I thought, why not now? This thought or idea then proceeded to be realised, giving us this: a 'post'.
There, now that you've all come to the correct conclusion that I'm a wanker, we can continue.
Times have been confusing and difficult lately - of course all on a personal level. Dealing with relationships with people, arguments and fights - and of course, internal conflict.
My mind just seems to be a haze of mixed emotions and thoughts, with no clear direction. Sometimes I feel like I am being an annoying, moody person, while other times I feel emotionless - or making light of a serious situation. It's very annoying, and perhaps it is just to do with my age. Who knows?
Basically, I've been feeling pretty low lately, and horribly selfish, which I despise immensely. There are variables in why I feel this way, some are extraneous, while others are self-inflicted.
In other news, I saw the 'Arctic Monkeys' last night, in Melbourne. They were great, but the venue and crowd at the concert was not the best - but that doesn't ruin the music. Also, Miles Kane is surprisingly good and has a stage presence to be admired.
I really need to get stuck into my homework, I am running down time like no tomorrow. A habit I wished to get out of.
Been listening to a lot of music lately, and going to jump back into guitar soon - electric this time and attempt to learn some actual songs instead of playing Hendrix-esque solos that lack any soul or musical talent. Blues scale is just my best friend, really.
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