Fergie’s ‘M.I.L.F.$’ video: Objectify yourself, little girls! (feminists silent…again)

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One of the constant drumbeats of modern American feminism is that “rape culture” exists and that it is perpetuated by “violent masculinity.” Newspapers like the Guardian, for example, will even write about “gangs of men” who rape women on the streets of London (even thought they never bother to explore if those “gangs of men” share a common denominator with the “gangs of men” who rape women in Germany). What is rarely, if ever, seen in these debates is condemnation of female celebrities whose body of work screams to girls everywhere, “You too can objectify yourself for the sexual gratification of men!”

Fergie’s new ‘M.I.L.F. $’ music video is a perfect example of a clarion call for objectification that masquerades as “female empowerment.”

Entertainment Weekly reported Friday:

Fergie has finally dropped her much-anticipated “M.I.L.F. $” video.

Released Friday, the star-studded visual features celebrity “MILFs” Kim Kardashian, Chrissy Teigen, and Ciara as they act as neighbors in “Milfville” while the “milfman” drives around delivering milk. They hang out at a diner with stripper poles, a spa, and a classroom. They also pour milk on themselves and take selfies. “Got MILF?” they ask. …

“Changing the acronym to Moms I’d Like To Follow is about empowering women who do it all,” says Fergie in a statement. “They have a career, a family, and still find the time to take care of themselves and feel sexy. With a wink of course :).”

Yes, little girls will want to “follow” Kim “sex tape” Kardashian, Fergie, and other celebrities because nothing can be more “empowering” than squeezing into skin-tight outfits and slowly pouring milk over your backside.

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Here are some lyrics:

“Heard you’re in the mood for a little milkshake. Welcome to the dairy-dutchess love factory. I can whip it up, fix you up, straight away. Coming in the front door, leaving out the back door, rip it, flip it, hey!

We’ve been working at your service to give it to you. Didn’t mean to make you nervous, you mother-f***a.”

If the collective influence these women have over young developing minds wasn’t so profound, then their “art” would be somewhat amusing, albeit in the way people historically gawked at street performers with chimpanzees in the late 1800s.

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If one were to agree with the premise that rape culture exists, then what would be most responsible?

  • Option 1: Testosterone levels in adult males.
  • Option 2: A constant bombardment of videos featuring scantily-clad celebrities humping the air to tribal beats and bathing in milk tubs, all while singing different variations of, “heard you’re in the mood for a little milkshake. Welcome to the dairy-dutchess love factory. I can whip it up, fix you up, straight away. Coming in the front door, leaving out the back door, rip it, flip it, hey”?

American feminists have zero moral authority because they consistently ignore the real enemies of empowerment to attack good men who disagree with them on public policy issues. It is the Kim Kardashians and Fergies of the world who do real damage to feminists’ stated cause, and until that is earnestly addressed they will not be taken seriously.

Note to Ashley Judd: Men don’t care about your face. Women do.

Ashley Judd sits in her seductive little football jersey, tiny tush teasingly exposed...and then accuses men of objectifying her. To her left we have a gluttonous wretch, one who should not be shocked when men like me point out the obvious.

Ashley Judd is angry. She’s really angry. So angry, in fact, that she wrote about it in The Daily Beast. Over what, you ask? Apparently the endless chatter that occurs in Hollywood circles, entertainment magazines and on talk shows about whether or not she’s had plastic surgery reached some sort of crescendo that demanded her attention. She writes:

“I choose to address [this now] because the conversation was pointedly nasty, gendered, and misogynistic and embodies what all girls and women in our culture, to a greater or lesser degree, endure every day, in ways both outrageous and subtle. The assault on our body image, the hypersexualization of girls and women and subsequent degradation of our sexuality as we walk through the decades, and the general incessant objectification is what this conversation allegedly about my face is really about. …

That women are joining in the ongoing disassembling of my appearance is salient. Patriarchy is not men. Patriarchy is a system in which both women and men participate. It privileges, inter alia, the interests of boys and men over the bodily integrity, autonomy, and dignity of girls and women. It is subtle, insidious, and never more dangerous than when women passionately deny that they themselves are engaging in it. This abnormal obsession with women’s faces and bodies has become so normal that we (I include myself at times—I absolutely fall for it still) have internalized patriarchy almost seamlessly. We are unable at times to identify ourselves as our own denigrating abusers, or as abusing other girls and women.

A case in point is that this conversation was initially promulgated largely by women; a sad and disturbing fact. (That they are professional friends of mine, and know my character and values, is an additional betrayal.)

If you make a deal with the Devil, you’re going to get burned. How many magazine covers has Ashley Judd been on? How many of them have been Photoshopped to hell? How many of them have been marketed almost exclusively to women? She enters into an industry filled with the most shallow, narcissistic and vain clowns among us and then wants to blame a patriarchal system designed to brainwash her female friends into betraying her? Not quite.

Sixteen to twenty-five year old men see women as objects because they’re raging balls of hormones. Literally. The rest of the male world will always appreciate a good-looking woman, but they have more important things on their mind. That’s what happens when you become a man. Although, sometimes, they have less important things on their mind (e.g., the football game). Either way, they don’t give a rip what Ashley Judd looks like…except when she willfully dons a football jersey and poses seductively for the camera.

Do you want to know who does care what Ashley Judd looks like? Women. Specifically, the kind of women who host The View. Angry, catty types who like to say mean things behind the back of others. The kind of women who take great glee in seeing beauty fade in someone they once saw as a rival, or were jealous of simply because she was beautiful. On some level Ashley Judd is even worse, because she’s a good-looking woman who goes around throwing out terms like ‘inter alia’ (unnecessarily) just to rub it in that she’s more beautiful and more intelligent than you. If our pretentious friend wanted to put an end to all the “nasty, gendered, and misogynistic” conversations she could start by having a heart to heart with the person in the mirror.

Below is a picture of Adele. A friend of mine had this to say about her Vogue cover shoot:

“Taking a women who IS in shape, photographing her in a bathing suit and putting her in a men’s magazine is one thing. But that is light years away from taking a woman who is somewhat overweight—who is known specifically for her TALENT—airbrushing her to the point that she looks like she’s had surgery, painting her with makeup and putting her in, easily, the most revealing top she’s ever posed in. Then they point a fan at her and hide her chin with heavy shadows—and FOR WHAT? A magazine aimed exclusively at women? That’s who this is for?  That is something [women] all should be ashamed of. Including her.”

Nice Photoshop, Adele. Way to sell your dignity for a few extra bucks.

Remember how women fought for all sorts of basic rights, and then generations later their daughters and great granddaughters used those rights to turn themselves into Photoshopped mannequins? I do. Note to Ashley: next time you write a piece on the “insidious” women who don’t realize they’re part of the problem, all you have to do is to stick it in an envelope, put a stamp on it, and then send it to your home address. The mailman might think you’re a little strange, but your message will be better targeted.