Sure, men...
…specifically big hair bands of the 80s and gun-lovin’ rapsters, have dined out on misogyny for decades. So, it’s time for the pop chicks to get their butt cheeks video-ready and slip into some misandry for the Top Ten, too.
What’s good for the gander, is mandatory for the goose. And nothing screams girl power louder than crotches in close-up and soul-stirring lyrics like,
Never heard of self-care
Half your brain just ain’t there
Manchild
I like my boys playing hard to get
I like my men all incompetent
This is a verse from a new pop ditty, Manchild. The goose, nay, the master lyricist, is Sabrina Carpenter – wooden by name and arguably, nature.
“Hey men!!” the busty blonde tittered on IG, “Manchild music video is out now! No animals were harmed in the making, but some men were.”
What wit!
Puerile, hypersexualised pop crap masquerading as a feminist ‘anthem’ is one thing. Parading it as music is another. But the fact it’s condoned and celebrated as a healthy message to send to men en masse, is bile churning.
So, it’s ok to tell men they’re all sh*t humans?
Quite how this minimisation of males is befitting of a woman’s biological power (we can make humans for f**ks sake!) is a mystery to me.
Manchild, a feminist roar? Or (puppeteered) empowerment dressed up in denim scraps and cowboy boots?
Incidentally, the B-side to Carpenter’s track is the snappy, “Inside of Your Head When You’ve Just Won an Argument with a Man.”
Shakespeare’s bones are rattling at the sheer profundity of it all.
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