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Yes, I am supposed to be writing a paper. Or two. And a dissertation. And the book. I am doing one of the aforementioned and have the game (Vikings vs. Cardinals) on in the background.
Just now an ad came on for “Brut Cologne” and featured a man talking about how he goes antiquing, “not because my wife makes me, but because my [insert French words here] étgére would look silly without the matching [insert more French words here] cabinet.”
There’s a jump cut to a hand pouring liberal amounts of a cologne into a hand and then a long, slow-motion shot of the now cologned hand slapping the face of the man in the ad. After the slap he shakes his head and says, “Ah, there’s my manhood.”
ARE. YOU. KIDDING. ME?
So…if you’re a man who understands the French terms above and knows when something doesn’t match something else, or a man who truly enjoys talking about that stuff, or simply a man who doesn’t give two bits about scratching himself in public and swapping spit with a woman, all you need…IS A SLAP?
How is this ad NOT advocating violence toward gay men? In fact, their ad campaign is “Some Men Just Need to be Slapped.”
You have a man who has just expressed some non-traditional preferences for furniture (as in, he knows an étegére from a coathanger) and he’s “slapped into manhood.”
Let’s, for fun, turn that around, shall we? Let’s create an ad with a woman in a t-shirt, wearing a tool belt and measuring a door. She looks into the camera and says something to the effect of, “I think if we reposition the framework we can adjust for the load-bearing needs of this room.”
Cut to a picture of someone pouring perfume from a suitably flowery bottle onto her work-scarred hand. Now let’s do a long, slow-motion shot of her being SLAPPED with that hand.
Then she can say, as she drops her tool belt and applies lipstick, “I think I’ll whip up a mousse for my man…and put on a pretty dress. Ah, there’s my femininity.”
And they wonder why homophobia is still so prevalent in our society?
I’m off in search of a contact number/email for Brut. Hmm…the best I can find is this: Web-based feedback.
Remember: It. Gets. Better! I promise.
Artwork courtesy of Karin Kallmaker. Thank you, Karin, for sharing.
Spending a rare night off playing with iPad apps and watching History International. We’ve had torrential rain and hail today, adding to several inches of rain already this week. We certainly needed it, but I was pretty sure this was supposed to be a la nina year. What happened?
Don’t get me wrong, I love the rain. Probably left over from being born near Seattle, I think.
What else? Nada.
Wear purple tomorrow and reach out to a gay or lesbian youth. We cannot lose more kids to suicide. We just can’t.
I know, it’s been far too long since I’ve blogged, and I’m sure the five of you who regularly read this are now onto bigger and better blogs. Oh well.
We have entered into a new Dark Age.
For the first time in my life, I am ashamed to be an American. I would happily move to Canada or any other country that has stepped beyond the new Dark Age and understood and accepted the fact that who my heart chooses to love does not make me a bad, evil or undesireable person.
I was delighted when Barack Obama won. I believed in his message of hope and change, “Yes We Can.” Then he announces that he’s asked Rick Warren to give the invocation to his inauguration. I’m sorry, I’m with TammyLynn on this one. Barack, if you’re going to have Warren up there to be a “voice for open discussion” then, as she says, you damned well better have some of those cowards with the pointy white bedsheets on stage too. They offer other voices and certainly cause discussion. Bastards.
Oh, and let’s talk about Prop 8. I just saw “Milk.” I, like so many of the post-Stonewall generation am woefully ignorant of my own cultural history. I knew of the “Twinkie Defense” and in an abstract way knew that it was related to a murder case. I didn’t know that it was about the murder of Mayor Moscone and Harvey Milk. I also didn’t know just how close Prop 6 was to our own Prop 8. My God, even the wording of the right-wing arguments was the same! “Protect families”. What the hell is wrong with you people?
How are my CIVIL RIGHTS interfering with your family? How the hell is my LEGAL RIGHT to live and love as a citizen of this country (to which I proudly served in the USAF and have faithfully paid my taxes for more than 20 years) fucking with your family? How? Now the people who put Prop 8 on the ballot want to nullify those marriages that were performed between May and Nov. 4th. I have been married to my partner of nine years for a total of 126 days. Have you felt the tremors? Has your family fallen apart? Yeah, I thought not.
Rick Warren considers homosexual behavior the same as he does incest and bestiality. His is the outlook of ignorant and medieval thinkers. I wish upon Rick Warren and his bigoted, thoughtless, mindless, lemming-like followers a gay son. A lesbian daughter. A flaming, flamboyant, sexy-as-hell queen. A solid, athletic, hair slicked back butch.
I am a product of my generation. I am a consumer. I have more than one iPod, I have a Mac laptop, and I spend money at Christmas. I don’t know how to be an activist. I was born in the late 60’s, a child in the 70’s and a teen in the 80’s. I really don’t know how to start a grassroots movement.
But I feel it is time to do as Deep Throat told Woodward and Bernstein: follow the money. I think we need to take a page from Harvey Milk’s book and hit them where it counts, in the checkbook. Not for a day – that ‘s useless. Not for a week – that’s a token. But for good.
Support gay-owned businesses, support gay-friendly (openly…as in, they have a sign that says they proudly welcome gay business). Boycott anyone…anyone…who is not or does not. For good.
Look at business statement. Look at company statistics. Shop your conscience. Get it done. Make your money work for a cause.
Tonight: trying to figure out how to make a difference.