By Mahi Chitti
I grew up being mocked by both my peers and my elders because my name ends in “SHE.”
The shaming pushed me to invent a nickname, Mahi, so that my name would end with “HE.”
At the time I thought it was pretty cool. And having a name that ended in “he” made me feel a lot better about myself. Read the rest of this entry
I thought that with cleavage came power. But as my cleavage amassed, I found the opposite to be true. My ample cups seemed to hint at certain unpleasant possibilities. Like, maybe I was dumb. Maybe I was slutty. Maybe I liked it when people gawked at my breasts, and when the guy driving that van rolled down the window to say “nice tits, love” as I walked past in my school uniform.
Can men be valued even if their bodies appear flabby and “gross”? What about women? Can they be? Maybe. But men may have more leeway.
While looking thru the archives at Sociological Images, I ran into this. The pictures are from a few years back but they’re still relevant. Dr. Lisa Wade makes some interesting points here.
By Lisa Wade @ Sociological Images
Mercedes DeM. sent in this Vanity Fair cover (for April 2009)…
Feminists hate men?
Some people think so.
But a University of Houston study found that feminists like men more than non-feminists do.
That was true regardless of gender. Feminist men and women felt less hostility toward men than non-feminists of either sex did.
Maybe it’s not so surprising. Read the rest of this entry
I know women find fit men sexy, but I believe that is the wrong word in a way. If a woman can’t cum from just looking at the male body, then I don’t see that as sexy. Sexy to me means you’re deserving of someone’s desire or orgasm. Most guys are oblivious to the fact that most girls don’t get that aroused from looking at their abs, muscles and penis.
Be careful what you wish for. Read the rest of this entry
Women do find men sexy. But we don’t objectify and fetishize their body parts. Not too many of us, anyway.
And so Playgirl goes bankrupt while a plethora of “girlie” magazines thrive.
Yet in some places women’s bodies aren’t fetishized, either. Like in tribal societies where women walk around wearing the equivalent of a G-string. And no one cares.
That clues us in to why male body parts aren’t fetishized. Read the rest of this entry
Elizabeth Hall Magill @ Yo Mama has asked the same question. And she wonders how women can better appreciate the male form, without objectifying them. Here’s an excerpt from one of her posts (with permission).
So—where does that leave a woman’s gaze? Read the rest of this entry
First, the problem: Imagine watching the Bikini Open “in reverse” so that women are fully clothed while men wear revealing Speedos. What about nearly nude men dancing on platforms? Or a camera focused on a man’s butt as he walks by. All this may look sexy. But women may well see it all as “gay.” Read the rest of this entry
By Eric U
As a man I was once oblivious to my image, as if it didn’t matter. When viewing porn or having sex it was all about how the woman looked and whether I was giving her pleasure.
But then I started working out, in part, to be seen as sexy, to make women stop and stare and talk to me.
I did attain the sexy, fit look, with abs and muscles. But women never came “hootin and hollerin.”
So I started searching for what turns women on. Everything said they liked “broad shoulders, forearms, back muscles.” Yet it wasn’t working.
Nothing about me matters — except how I look.
I’m plus size.
I have big boobs and a tummy, thunder thighs and a humongous ass. Seats are almost always too small for my butt.
Still, I do yoga and sports. I like doing my hair and makeup and being flirty. Or doing dirty work or drinking disgusting beer. I also love kids. My friends would call me a sweetheart, a completely honest and wholesome friend.
But few try to get to know the real me. Read the rest of this entry