Many women love to be objectified (Hey Maxim, why aren’t you returning my phone calls?). Objectification works when women have a say in when it happens. Objectification can be appropriate. It’s just a matter of time and place. Good time to be objectified: out in the club or on a date. Bad time to be objectified: gynecologist’s office.
Women also objectify men. The movie Magic Mike didn’t make 160 million dollars for it’s original story and dialogue. When my fiancé told me that he lost 10 lbs, I said “Great! Now we can have sex again.”
If women weren’t objectified how would gold diggers eat? They don’t have resumés. Think of all the Real Housewives! Have a heart. Someone needs to put a roof over their heads. America needs the Real Housewives. Without the distraction of reality TV stars, we would all be left with the crushing responsibility of actually having to think for ourselves and talk to the people in our lives. Cities would fall and civilization would crumble.
Many women profit from and build their careers on objectification. For example, think of all the participants in the eating disorder parade known as the Victoria’s Secret fashion show. Victoria’s Secret is our country’s finishing school for women who will one day be leased by celebrity men. They are only $100k a month with no money down. What a steal!
Porn stars are the queens of raking in the dough from objectification. The porn industry has an estimated profit of $14 billion annually. Porn stars deserve the money because they can help keep relationships together by giving men the illusion of having multiple partners. They also have a really hard job. If I had to have sex with strangers on command while surrounded by a film crew, I would be crying in the corner, shaking, and urinating on myself asking for my mommy.
Nowadays, girls have the freedom to go to college in order to have the opportunity to sit in a cubicle for 8 hours pretending to be busy while contemplating suicide. Then they can go home and stare at their diploma in order to be reminded of their insurmountable debt.
Sometimes I regret being a nerd all my life, and imagine what it would be like to profit from being objectified. When I was in college, I probably could have made more money as a Hooters girl than I did working in a genetics lab where the lab mice didn’t even have the decency to appreciate my push-up bras.
Feminists are coming from a good place in that they are trying to protect the integrity and intelligence of women. I know that my intellect is attractive to men. But never in my life has a man screamed to me in bed, “I’m so glad you went to MIT!”