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The world according to Sam in the City of Sydney Morning Herald Blog infamy:
Men are all the same. Women are all the same. Men and women are NOT the same as each other. But all humans have the same experiences of life**. Men fuck women and women fuck men…or get fucked by them. A real lady *gets* fucked, thereby preserving the pristine state of her manicure and blowdried hair. She *obviously* doesn’t fuck before at least three dates have passed. No-one is gay. [Emphatic nod]
Life consists of little more than hair styling and make up for women. We hold down jobs, but these are funding to find and secure the love of a man…any man. Men are *great* aren’t they? Self respect relies on hours and hours of grooming. To be a good woman you must *incessantly* ask yourself idiotic questions about what men (all men) want. You must spend hours upon vacuous hours contemplating this with all the depth of a wide-eyed Bratz doll. To find the answer, you need only pose it, quote one famous actor, or ask two random twats from work (men of course, women ask questions, they don’t answer them…that would be as unladylike as fucking. And *enjoying it*).
Life consists of little more than maintaining the dick for a man. The dick demands respect from all, bow down and worship the phallus peoples. Self respect for men lies in education, careerism, health, hobbies, extracurricular interests, espousing on the inferior nature of women, holding forth on every subject like a clichéd monkey philosopher, taking comfort in your own innate worth and superiority over all ‘minority groups’, but above all the worship and maintenance of the dick and banging every woman you come across like the piece of ass she is. Except fat women – yuck. Or women with hair on their bodies. YUCH. Or your wife/partner. BORING. Or FEMINISTS….YYYYUYUCK, run, flee, disperse, every man for themselves, I will use you as a human shield if I need to, Grandma, this is WAY scarier than civil war. *HELP….they want to take my pee-pee away, I KNOW they do*
What is important in the world of Sam…questions of wealth, power and the equal distribution of resources? Questions of equity and justice? [Resounding silence in which frogs make frog noises and tumbleweeds blow through and Sam stares blankly in confusionwhile she tries to make sense of your words]. Um, *no* [shakes head emphatically]. How to keep the men happy!! Yes [claps hands with enthusiasm, the idiotic grin of her blog pic returning now she's on familiar territory again] much better, keep the men happy and…well…will everyone be happy? Well no, but that’s ok, cos in a couple of days she’ll post on some other vacuous bullshit topic like “How to keep your husband happy by letting him fuck every woman he meets”, “How to blame other women for the demise of society”, “How to ensure you never have an opinion again, thus maintaining your sex appeal”, “The five most uncomfortable-for-women-and-therefore-sexiest sexual positions, or “How to become a contortionist to fulfill his wildest fantasies, thus crippling yourself for no point since you have to let him shag everyone else in order to be a good partner anyway”.
Misogyny in a shiny blond wig. And WHAT is with the point at the cheek thing she does????WTF?
**this is probably because she only ever considers the lives and interests of the most wealthy and vacuous of Sydney yuppies.
I hate, loathe, despise the blogs of Sam in the City and Sam de Brito of the Sydney Morning Herald. They both shit me to tears, to varying degrees, and for some of the same and some differing reasons. However I noticed that Sam de Brito’s has won, and Sam in the City’s has been nominated for a Weblog Award.
So, they are great at appealling to the lowest common denominator. Good for them! Just wondering if I can glean any lessons from them as to how to improve my chances of mass appeal.
Step 1/ It would seem that (and this appears to be a crucial step) I should take down the political message on my header and replace it with a personal picture of myself exuding a highly gendered sense of a stereotypically “hetero” “sex appeal” far greater than that which I actually possess. As a man, clearly this would come from being MA-CHO, as a woman, looking as non threatening, but simultaneously like the tired traditional version of “men’s ideal” as possible. Perhaps I could get one of those cheesy Westfield store ‘makeovers’ in which I come out looking like an oil painting of a porn star?
Step 2/ Change the title. Clearly, being a female I need to strip away all pretence of political engagement (and DEFINATELY that totally unladylike bad language) and instead go for some ride-on-the-coattails, done to death imitation of a succesful women’s novel, movie or tv show….Sex in the Suburbs? Desperate OfficeWorkers? The Bitch Wears Prada [actually, I kinda like that one].
I could (as done so many times, so very cringingly) try to write in the style of Bridget Jones without acknowledging my blatant theft of ideas and style…
Day One. Gosh! Got harrassed on train again. Whoopsy daisy! Meant to stop. Must try a little harder to avoid the unavoidable. Make sure I don’t raise it in polite conversation or bring politics into it. Must blame self. Dieting will help.
Day Two. Three fights over gender, two bottles of gin and a tragic singalong. Feeling FAT!
3/ The type of blog. Now whether a male or female writer, one simply must make all sorts of gender generalisations, mostly about de wimenz. If I was a male I might make them provocatively offensive, jutting my jaw in the air while I say things like rape is worse for a man than a woman (and decry any political agenda or misogyny the whole time), or bang ON and ON about how women are all the same and need to be lied to, need to be more polite in bars, don’t care about the emotions of men (HELLO???You ever READ a women’s mag de Brito? They do nothing else OTHER than try to decode and manage men’s emotions).
BUT…given I am in fact a WO-MAN, I must take a different approach to my gender stereotypes. Gigglingly, shyly, flipping my newly blond hair extensions with my hands given a makeover by horridly chunky gel nails, I must raise a couple of semi-questions “tee hee hee, are women, do you think into power instead of looks?”, ask two random passers by and draw my conclusion from their answers “golly gee, YES, women are ALL the SAME!!! They are into POWER, not sex! They will shag men to get along cos they HATES to have the sex! [Intriguingly the same load of CRAP de Brito writes about, though he charmingly concludes that women in dating are all prostituting themselves for the flowers, drinks and meals he seems to think we all want/demand/get/refuse to date/put out if we don't get...but I degress]
“Women like MANLY men, not “Metros” [they CERTAINLY don't like WOMEN...and UGH feminists? How UGLY and last season and totally irrelevant, cos you know, like despite rape and domestic violence stats and a general lack of bodily autonomy etc, we're like EQUAL now!??] But you know, I asked two people, how could my generalisation be wrong? Tee hee”.
Funnily enough the conclusions of the two blogs, while claiming to have different aims, while getting there differently, whilst couching it in different language, propogate the same gender myths. THEREFORE, if I want to succeed in a mainstream newspaper blog, if I wish for my genius to be rewarded, I must (male or female) expound on the topic of WOMEN, what they *are*, *how* they feel, *who* they wanna boink, and most importantly I must not forget that they are ALL the SAME!!! Yes! It is true, I asked two people passing my office and they said, like, TOTALLY all women are the same!
4/ I must seek out a target audience who have insulting opinions on gender issues, and I must pander to them. I must put out a provocative sentiment, couching it carefully, then sit back and wait for the controversy and hate to ROLL in. In this way I avoid the work of having to say anything of intelligence or significance, avoid the responsibility for the vile and disgusting sentiments raised (see dredgirls earlier comment on this blog quoting a guy regarding punching his “Mrs”, see almost any days comments section on their blogs) and can rely on the joyful celebration of generalisations and misogyny to ensure that the numbers come rolling in.
Ah, fuck it, I can’t be arsed with this bullshit anymore. I feel ill.