Blurring the Lines of Feminism: A Criticism of the Criticism of “Blurred Lines”
A far better author than myself has very eloquently proven how Feminists overreact to anything that seems remotely chauvinistic, without inspecting the evidence in more details. Brava!
Dear capital-F Feminists, Please Stop the Slut-Shaming. Love, a lower-case-f feminist.
The first time I heard the funky beats of Robin Thicke’s “Blurred Lines” emanating from my radio, I did what any normal, able-bodied human being would do…I boogied my ass off. But just days after the song’s meteoric rise to the top of the charts, scathing criticisms began to arise, citing sexual harassment, slut-shaming, and victim-blaming among many of the artists’ apparently blatant offenses. Because I could never QUITE make out the words behind Thicke’s panting falsetto, I decided to do my own research into the lyrics and see what was really causing the problem. What I found was shocking. I began reading the words fully expecting to arrive at the bottom not only incensed at their content, but also ashamed that I had ever bopped my head and shaken my buns to the beats.
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