Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines isn’t a rape song; it’s the depressing 21st century descendent of classic seduction songs


It’s time for me to take a break from trying to save the world by using my infinitesimally small corner of the blogosphere to talk some sense into the Left (although, somehow, I don’t think they’re listening to me) and, instead, to leap to the defense of an unlikely pop culture figure:  Robin Thicke.  My thesis is that his song is not about rape.  It is, instead, both the lineal descendent of classic (and respected) American seduction songs and a depressingly insightful look into the schizophrenic nature of sex among American young people, a brave new world that treats women as whores, but allows them to cry foul like delicate Victorian maidens.

One could say that Robin Thicke, riding high on the wave of one of the biggest hits of the year, a song called “Blurred Lines,” doesn’t need my help.  He’s raking money in hand over fist.  If I earn in my lifetime a tenth of what he’s earning on this song, I’d be a very rich woman.

Nevertheless, Thicke has incurred feminist ire because, the feminists claim, Blurred Lines is about rape or, at least, it’s “rapey”:

Having already clinched the number 1 spot on Billboard’s Hot 100, Robin Thicke’s catchy single “Blurred Lines” is on the path to being the party anthem of the summer.

However, despite its popularity, the hit song — which also features Pharrell and T.I. — and its accompanying music video haven’t been sitting too well with some critics who say the tune is not just disparaging to women, but could be seen as “rape-y.”

Has anyone heard Robin Thicke’s new rape song?” blogger Lisa Huyne wrote in a post in April. “Basically, the majority of the song…has the R&B singer murmuring ‘I know you want it’ over and over into a girl’s ear. Call me a cynic, but that phrase does not exactly encompass the notion of consent in sexual activity … Seriously, this song is disgusting — though admittedly very catchy.”

Before I get any further into examining the claim, let me note that the people who are claiming the song is “rapey” overlap to a significant degree with the women who advocate something called “gray rape.”  Gray rape is consensual sex right up until the woman says it isn’t.  The catch with gray rape is that the woman doesn’t have to say “no” before or even during the actual sex act for it to be rape.  She can decide hours or days later that, despite her drunken “yeses” and gropings, in retrospect she really didn’t want to have sex with that guy, so it must have been rape.  Talk about “blurred lines.”

Both because you’re a classy crowd, my dear readers, and because I suspect many of you don’t have children in their teens and twenties, I’m willing to bet that many of you, even if you’ve heard of Thicke’s song, haven’t actually heard the song itself or, if you heard it, it was in the context of Miley Cyrus’ twerking and tonguing.  (I have to admit that the twerking was indistinguishable to me from the vulgar dancing that characterizes all modern popular music performances.  It was that tongue . . . that loathsome, snake-like tongue, that seemed to have an independent life force.  Ick.)

You might also have heard about the song because of the unrated video with the topless women (and don’t forget the repeated boasts about the size of Thicke’s  . . . er.  Never mind).  Or maybe you just heard about the yucky allusions to all sorts of perverted sexual practices in the mainstream video (the one your kids and grand-kids watch), which is filled with nudge, nudge, wink, winks about everything from bestiality to bondage.  Both videos are nasty enough I don’t want them at my blog.

But I don’t want to talk about the videos.  I want to talk about the song’s lyrics, which are now called “rapey.”  Just to be clear, truly “rapey” things are bad.   Drugging and sodomizing a protesting 13-year-old girl, as Roman Polanksi did, isn’t bad because it’s not “rape-rape.”  It’s bad because it’s actual “rape.” Presumably, if Polanksi had sung to the protesting teen while he had his wicked way with her, that song would also have been “rapey” and therefore bad.  It”s important to keep these details straight….

My first point about Thicke’s song is that it’s just the latest in a long line of American seduction songs.  Let’s do a little time travel . . . back to 1949 when Frank Loesser wrote the classic Baby, It’s Cold Outside.  It is such a great song.  My favorite version is the one with Johnny Mercer and Margaret Whiting, and I have no fear about sharing it with you here:

Were this song to be released today, it would definitely be called “rapey.” I mean, the sleaze is telling the protesting woman how attractive she is and assuring her that she wants want he has to offer. You can see how coercive — e.g., rapey — he’s being when you study the lyrics. In the words that are not in parenthesis, you know that she’s conflicted (blurred, maybe?) and desperate to escape, while in the parenthetical words, you can see how this sleazy octopus groping her, assuming that she wants what he’s offering her, and not taking “no” for an answer. Rapey!!!

I really can’t stay
(But, baby, it’s cold outside)
I’ve got to go ‘way
(But, baby, it’s cold outside)
This evening has been
(Been hoping that you’d drop in)
So very nice
(I’ll hold your hands, they’re just like ice)

My mother will start to worry
(Beautiful words you’re humming)
And father will be pacing the floor
(Listen to the fireplace roar)
So really I’d better scurry
(Beautiful, please don’t hurry)
Well, maybe just a half a drink more
(Put some records on while I pour)

The neighbors might think
(But, baby, it’s bad out there)
Say, what’s in this drink?
(No cabs to be had out there)
I wish I knew how
(Your eyes are like starlight now)
To break the spell
(I’ll take your hat, your hair looks swell)

I ought to say no, no, no sir
(Mind if I move in closer?)
At least I’m gonna say that I tried
(What’s the sense of hurtin’ my pride?)
I really can’t stay
(Oh, baby, don’t hold out)
Ah but it’s cold outside
(Baby, it’s cold outside)

I simply must go
(But, baby, it’s cold outside)
The answer is no
(But, baby, it’s cold outside)
The welcome has been
(How lucky that you dropped in)
So nice and warm
(Look out that window at that storm)

My sister will be suspicious
(Gosh, your lips look delicious)
My brother will be there at the door
(Waves upon a tropical shore)
My maiden aunt’s mind is vicious
(Gosh, your lips are delicious)
Well, maybe just a cigarette more
(Never such a blizzard before)

I got to get home
(But, baby, you’d freeze out there)
Say, lend me a coat
(Its up to your knees out there)
You’ve really been grand
(I’m thrilled when you touch my hand)
Why don’t you see
(How can you do this thing to me?)

There’s bound to be talk tomorrow
(Think of my lifelong sorrow)
At least there will be plenty implied
(If you caught pneumonia and died)
I really can’t stay
(Get over that hold out)
Ah, but it’s cold outside
(Ah, but it’s cold outside)

Where could you be going
When the wind is blowing
And it’s cold outside?
Baby it’s cold, cold outside

Okay, I don’t think it’s rapey at all. I think it’s romantic. He is, in the old vocabulary, “pitching woo.” She’s making ritual protests, and he’s coming back with promises of comfort and love. There’s no force involved in the lyrics. He’s just trying to let her know that he’s offering her a better deal than that cold, cold outside.

With those classy, elegant, seductive lyrics in mind, please take a look at the lyrics to “Blurred Lines” and you’ll see that, while they’re more graphic, the tone is identical:  He’s telling her she’s hot, he’s assuming he knows what she wants, and he’s not taking “no” for an answer:

Pharrell & Robin Thicke Intro:
Everybody get up, WOO!
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

Robin Thicke Verse 1:
If you can’t hear what I’m trying to say
If you can’t read from the same page
Maybe I’m going deaf
Maybe I’m going blind
Maybe I’m out of my mind

Robin Thicke Bridge:
Ok, now he was close
Tried to domesticate you
But you’re an animal
Baby, it’s in your nature
Just let me liberate you
You don’t need no papers
That man is not your maker
And that’s why I’m gon’ take a

Robin Thicke Hook:
Good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You’re a good girl
Can’t let it get past me
You’re far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
But you’re a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me

Robin Thicke Verse 2:
What do they make dreams for
When you got them jeans on
What do we need steam for
You the hottest bitch in this place
I feel so lucky, you wanna hug me
What rhymes with hug me



T.I. Verse 3:
Hustle Gang Homie
One thing I ask of you
Lemme be the one you back that ass up to
From Malibu to Paris boo
Had a bitch, but she ain’t bad as you
So, hit me up when you pass through
I’ll give you something big enough to tear your ass in two
Swag on ’em even when you dress casual
I mean, it’s almost unbearable
In a hundred years not dare would I
Pull a Pharcyde, let you pass me by
Nothin’ like your last guy, he too square for you
He don’t smack that ass and pull your hair like that
So I’m just watching and waitin’
For you to salute the true big pimpin’
Not many women can refuse this pimping
I’m a nice guy, but don’t get confused, this pimpin’

Robin Thicke Breakdown:
Shake your rump
Get down, get up-a
Do it like it hurt, like it hurt
What you don’t like work

Robin Thicke Verse 4:
Baby, can you breathe
I got this from Jamaica
It always works for me
Dakota to Decatur
No more pretending
Cause now you’re winning
Here’s our beginning
I always wanted a

Robin Thicke Hook

Pharrell & Robin Thicke Bridge:
Everybody get up
Everybody get up
Everybody get up
Hey, Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey, Hey

Pharrell & Robin Thicke Outro:
Everybody get up, WOO!
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

I’m not comparing the quality of verse.  Loesser’s song is sophisticated and charming, with delightfully light, intelligent lyrics.  Thicke’s song has a catchy (very catchy melody) but the lyrics are woefully crude.  They reflect the realities of culture that celebrates “Hooking up” as a sign of female liberation, even while blurring lines about what constitutes a “nice” girl, a “girl in touch with her sexuality,” a girl who enjoys what voters in Colorado and Washington say should be her inalienable right to pot, and a “girl who’s going to cry ‘gray rape'” the next day.  There are no boundaries in this world — both the world of the song and the sexual world in which we’ve placed our young people.

Yes, there’s that revolting line in the song that “I’ll give you something big enough to tear your ass in two,” but for America’s youth, this crudity is their daily, non-rape reality.  At high school dances across America, the only dance the kids do is “freak dancing.”  For those unfamiliar with it, freaking is kind of like twerking, except that the girl doesn’t bend over.  Instead, she writhes erotically while the guy stands behind her and rubs himself against her butt (not near her butt, but against her butt).  As I described it the teenage girls I know, take away the “transgressive glamor” and all that freaking means is that a strange guy masturbates against your butt.  As a girl, if you don’t want to freak, you don’t get to dance.  Yet another blurred line in today’s sexual culture.

To the extent there’s anything wrong with Thicke’s vulgar, yet catchy song, the problem isn’t with the song, it’s with the culture that gave rise to the song.  (You can read whole books on the subject: Sex and God at Yale: Porn, Political Correctness, and a Good Education Gone Bad.) Within that context, the song simply describes the myriad kinds of sexual activity in which America’s young people are encouraged to engage, with the only limitation being a woman’s right to cry rape at any time, before, during, and after apparently consensual intercourse.

I’m not trying in this post to excuse rape.  I am saying only that Thicke and his team, in addition to writing the 21st century version of a “seduction song,” have unwittingly exposed something deeply disturbing about young America’s sexual culture.  It’s a sick Faustian bargain in which boys get virtually unlimited sex, provided that they’re willing to take the risk that the girl who writhed against them Saturday night, got stoned and drunk with them around midnight, and apparently willingly engaged in all kinds of variations on old-fashioned male/female sex with them in the wee hours of Sunday morning, can claim later that, hey, she was just blurred, and her real line was “no.”

  • Eidolon

    It’s very difficult to take anyone seriously who claims to be standing up for something, when they won’t fight against obviously bad things done in their name. It’s hard to take moderate Muslim groups seriously when they won’t denounce terrorism, and it’s hard to take feminists seriously when they won’t denounce false rape accusations and accusers.
    If they were actually worried about rape, they’d be even more harsh on false accusers than everyone else, because they’re making it less likely that rape accusations will be acted on in the future. But they defend the accusers, even attack people who want them to be punished, and generally ignore them as long as they’re women. This makes it clear that they won’t denounce false rape accusations because they want women to be able to use them, if they want to, to intimidate or even jail men.
    There should’ve been a huge feminist backlash against the woman who had her dad put in jail for years for a false rape accusation because he did something she didn’t like. But they don’t care. It’s not about protecting women from rape, it’s about power and revenge. Men had more power before, so now women should have all the power and use it to hurt men, deserved or not. After all, some men did bad things in the past, so men in the present should be punished, no matter how unfairly. That’s social justice for you.

  • You perhaps should have included this element. It’s probably because you weren’t aware of it.
    Many males these days, what they do with the sex videos of their ex girlfriends is post them up at certain porn sites, which pay for the videos.
    So even when it isn’t casual sex, there is the point that sexual advantage is overwhelmingly in favor of porn and Hollywood top dogs. The females are just another resource they exploit for fame and money. This money doesn’t even go primarily to the artists, but it goes into the pockets of those “suits” in the shadows. This money then somehow ends up in the hands of Democrats, who control education policy for those kids who grow up to be women.
    While I do not have enough evidence to make a foundation claim that they engineered society to make females free sluts merely for profit and their own personal desires, it is a sustainable cycle that does exist.
    Who do I mean by “they”? Why, that should be obvious by now.
    The ancient patriarchal system was that males, in return for a woman’s commitment to preserver her body and fidelity/purity for one man, would use up their lives to protect their love from mortal danger. The Left’s social engineering have devalued feminine attributes, pressuring women to take up more intellectual and social work to compensate. But that social work doesn’t necessarily benefit the family or a partnership of a man and a woman. The additional training and time women put in, when mere sex is not enough, primarily benefits the overlords. Accusations of rape become harder to prove when everyone makes them because they are drunk or angry or think their Navy careers will be protected if they cry rape. This pressures women and puts them in a social cage, one which only the Left has the key to. They promise women equality and protections against the discrimination of the patriarchal rape system. When in fact, the reason why women are being raped is because of Leftism and their allies called Islam.
    By destroying what romance means for males, they have taken away one of the stepping stones in self improvement: learning to protect another using your own personal power. Thus males no longer have this goal because the value system has been bankrupted. In order for a person, any person, to value something as highly or higher than their life, the return on investment must at least be equal to the value of their life. And what women are allowed to offer in value, is merely “what another man can do” or what any woman can do. There’s nothing distinguishing one person from another. That is the LEft’s equality of outcomes.
    As a consequence, males more and more pursue ambition, politics, power, and wealth. Which will get them more babes. What they cannot have in quality, they make up for in quantity in order to one up each other. This allows the Left to harness this human resource to recruit the next generation of child prostitution enforcing Hollywood directors and actors.
    Evil isn’t necessarily self replicating because it has the power of divine creation. It’s more like it reproduces itself using the parasitic wasp method. Find somebody else’s baby, stick them with your eggs, and watch as the host explodes outwards and is eaten inwards. This is pleasurable for the Left. This is their identity and method of reproduction.
    Societies don’t normally evolve to what we see today. Oh no, the modern Western world has been “engineered” specifically.
    What it has been engineered for, will soon be revealed.

  • Ron19

    This cultural change did not happen in one blinding flash.  This specific change happened slowly, many small steps over seventy years.
    If the two groups of performers traded birthdates, the results for each group would still be the same for the era it happened in, not for what values we assigned to each group before we sent their parents and grandparents forward and back through the time machine.
    The physical result is mostly the same, sexual intercourse outside of the marriage commitment, with some new techniques thrown in.  What has majorly changed is the public admission and presentation.

  • Libby

    Hard to take these women crying “Rapey!” seriously when they’re the same one who participate in the mindbogglingly mixed-message Slut Walks. Thicke is a creepy guy, but his lyrics are not all that different from most of peers (he just made a song similar enough to Marvin Gaye’s “Got to Give it Up” to have a hit). Even songs that aren’t obviously creepy are sexed up in their video. This is the culture.
    Book wrote the best post I’ve seen on the Left’s agenda in sexualizing children:

  • Libby, that’s a very interesting article by Book you linked. First time I have seen it/read it.
    I like it. While I wouldn’t necessarily bother trying to convince the faithful masses that their slave collars are placed tightly or loosely, I prefer to cater to people who understand and actively pursue revolutionary change. Others will believe or not, based on when the Left slams the boot into their heads and their children’s heads. What I say to them, isn’t relevant and thus energy that should not be wasted. When they come to believe, and only when they come to believe, and start crawling around for help, is when true change is feasible. Until then, one waits and reserves one’s strength.
    Which is to say, if other people are good at the convincing game, have at it. After all, only reality is the ultimate proof, not human judgment.

  • Spartacus

    Sorry, no slack given and no excuses taken.  Mr. Thicke may not be single-handedly responsible for bringing our culture down to its degraded state, but he rolls and revels in it for profit, and happily pushes it along on its way down the abyss.  No one forces him to do that.
    Contrast that with Huey Lewis.  Now, I confess to a certain slowness, and it took a couple of decades before it occurred to me to connect the dots here, but it seems, in retrospect, that Huey Lewis was a traditionalist sleeper agent in the cultural wars.  Very hip, cool, guitar-wielding dude subtly plying the most conservative, traditionalist message he could manage to sneak to the top of the pop charts.  I don’t mean to abuse your column-inches (or are they pixels now?), but snippets of four songs come to mind:
    Stuck with You
    We’ve had some fun, and yes we’ve had our ups and downs
    Been down that rocky road, but here we are, still around
    We thought about someone else, but neither one took the bait
    We thought about breaking up, but now we know it’s much too late
    We are bound by all the rest
    Like the same phone number
    All the same friends
    And the same address
    Yes, it’s true, (yes it’s true) I am happy to be stuck with you
    Yes, it’s true, (yes it’s true) I’m so happy to be stuck with you
    ‘Cause I can see, (I can see) that you’re happy to be stuck with me
    Bad is Bad *
    Back uptown to see Marie
    Nobody home, I opened the door with my key
    “I love you, Huey” was the note I read
    But there’s a strange pair of shoes underneath the bed
    Sometimes, sometimes bad is bad
    I say Cool is a rule, but, sometimes, bad is bad.
    [* Written shortly after slang began to use “bad” to mean “good” — always a bad sign.]
    I Want a New Drug
    I want a new drug
    One that won’t spill
    One that don’t cost too much
    Or come in a pill
    I want a new drug
    One that won’t go away
    One that won’t keep me up all night
    One that won’t make me sleep all day
    One that won’t make me nervous
    Wonderin’ what to do
    One that makes me feel like I feel when I’m with you
    When I’m alone with you
    I’m alone with you baby
    Hip to be Square
    I like my bands in business suits, I watch them on TV
    I’m working out most everyday and watching what I eat
    They tell me that it’s good for me, but I don’t even care
    I know that it’s crazy
    I know that it’s nowhere
    But there is no denying that
    It’s hip to be a square
    It’s hip to be a square
    It’s hip to be a square
    So hip to be a square
    Mr. Thicke could write stuff like this, and perhaps struggle to pay the rent.  Or he could work honorably at a gas station, pay the rent, and write stuff like this in his spare time.  Or he could write lyrics about splitting women in half in vulgar ways and get rich.  We all have moral choices to make.

  • Texan99

    I heard that song at my nephew’s wedding reception recently and downloaded it right away.  Not crazy about the lyrics but don’t really care, either.  It’s a dance tune, for Heaven’s sake, and the first new music I’ve been attracted to for a while.
    But the feminist parody of the song is funny, though, sadly, it butchers the music and the beat.

  • To further crystalize things, one social doctrine is to say that males should be forceful in getting what they want, and that pressure or carrot/stick methods can and will work on females. But in return, the males should choose carefully and abide by a woman’s final choice, so that they become partners in life, not merely ships passing in the night.
    This is a different philosophy than some may have for human civilization, in that it attempts to curb or re-engineer certain traits out of humans in order to produce an equality of outcomes. Anything a man can do, a woman can do better. Certainly so, but when that happens, why would a man sleep with a woman and devote his entire life to making her happy? He could just do it with his male battle buddy. There’d be no difference. People, like homosexuals, can pay “birthers” to grow babies for them. Or become parents of orphans.
    Somehow… I don’t think I like such a society or civilization. There’s wrong about it. There’s something extremely ugly about it. It’s not beautiful. It’s not sublime. It’s not worth living or dying for.
    These concepts are very abstract so humans often times learn better by hearing stories. But once your society is engineered for destruction and your parents no longer have these romantic experiences and nobody you know can communicate to you why such romance matters, where will you hear the stories?
    Where will you hear the story of a male white trapper who got himself a squaw of a wife (native indian, low social status, maybe purchased with some hides and metals to some tribe), got her pregnant and lived with her in his shack as he made his living doing trapping and only sometimes meeting people in a town to sell his stuff. Doesn’t this sound like some crazy guy living in his house with his kidnapped “wives”? It does, doesn’t it. At least to ignorant modern Westerners. The truth makes itself clear later, in what happened afterwards. While his wife was pregnant with his child, when he was away bringing home the bacon (or furs), a native indian tribe came, raided the placed, and killed her. He came back home to find his property gone and his wife and child dead.
    This man swore eternal vengeance against the tribe or tribes that did it. He waged his own single man guerilla war against all of those Native Indians, while never being caught. He killed so many of them, that the elder leader of the tribe sued for peace and offered any restitution he required for those deaths. To give you an impression of what this kind of warfare can produce,

    <B>Simo Häyhä, a Finn, is the only non-Soviet soldier on this list. Nicknamed “White Death” by the troops of the Red Army — whom he tormented, dressed in his snow camouflage, during the bitterly cold Winter War of 1939-1940 — Häyhä is, according to statistics, the deadliest sniper in history. Before joining the war, he was a farmer and — in what would surely help for what was to come — a huntsman. Häyhä’s family home was filled with trophies that he received for his superlative marksmanship. Incredibly, he preferred to use iron rather than telescopic sights, which ensured he presented less of a target to enemy gunmen (though even so, he did suffer a disfigurement of his face after being hit by an enemy bullet). When he was asked in 1998 (shortly before the end of his long life; he died aged 96) how he had become such a good marksman, he answered simply, “practice.”</b>
    When one speaks of “one man army”, this is the kind of things we think of.
    What would it take for a man to devote his entire life to vengeance for two inconsequential deaths nobody cared about? What would it take for a man to feel so much, for so few, for so long, that he would be so successful, so motivated, and so relentless?
    This story is anti narrative when it comes to Leftist claims of how males should be feminists, respectful of women’s opinions, and “sensitive”. There are different ways of living lives with women or with men than what is found in Communist insurgency manuals.
    After some internet searching, found his name.
    Read the third comment down. First one is a fictional story about his legend.
    When a father tests a boy that his daughter has brought home, these are the qualities instinct calls out for. Is the boy strong enough to defend her until his last breath from domestic and foreign enemies? Is the boy strong enough in heart and emotions not to abandon her when his own life is at stake, and if he fails, will he at least take revenge for what he has lost? Whether the boy is super strong or not doesn’t matter. What matters is the heart, the intent, the desire to become the ideal.
    If a father accepts the strength of will and force that a young man can bring to his household by marrying his daughter, it is the same as accepting that this is a person that is stronger and more capable of taking care of his daughter than himself, as a parent.
    Men do not speak of such romance since the ideals have been broken generationally. Women still do, in novels and what not, but that doesn’t do much to reach young males to serve as a worthy goal.
    To use a simplified American analogy, Rocky touched some chords in the audience given how many times he got knocked down and got back up, then at the end devoted his effort and victory to Adrian. Even if people didn’t understand it, they felt something there. Their heart felt something. This was, perhaps, how it should have been all along. Strength of will and force can be used to bomb brown people and post abort kiddies that weren’t successfully aborted back in the womb but… it can be used for so many better things in a civilization. Things that are actually worthy, that are actually useful, that are actually beautiful and sublime.

  • JKB

    My children tell me that this is the only type of dancing done at their high school.  If you don’t want to freak, you don’t get to dance.  
    This is very sad.  I thought going to high school dances when Disco dancing was the plague on society was bad.  
    And who would have thought that Argentine Tango, a dance the evolved in brothels and working class bars, would be positively chaste in comparison.  

  • KellyM

    As Libby noted above, the song is similar enough to Marvin Gaye’s “Got to Give it Up” to be a hit, and to invite a copyright lawsuit, to boot. In all the hullabaloo over this song this is the part I find most disheartening. The song is catchy and fun, but it’s rather pathetic that Robin Thicke couldn’t come up with something more original. 


    Music videos run about three minutes. Books, however, have a longer shelf life….
    This is an excerpt from a book that is part of the curriculum  for sophomores at Buena High School in Sierra Vista, Ariz.
    “Hugo and Felicia stripped in their room, dissolving easily into one another, and made love against the whitewashed walls. Hugo bit Felicia’s breast and left purplish bands of bruises on her upper thighs. He knelt before her in the tub and massaged black Spanish soap between her legs. He entered her repeatedly from behind.”
    “Felicia learned what pleased him. She tied his arms above his head with their underclothing and slapped him sharply when he asked.
    “‘You’re my bitch,’” Hugo said, groaning.
    Read more:

  • Was Felicia the name before or after the transgender op?

  • Bill C

    ^Hahahahaha.  Ymarsakar
    We have been bemoaning the breakdown of traditional morals for decades and we are seeing some serious consequences.  A society that doesn’t have strong families is on its way to decline very quickly.  Let me point out some problems and how people are reacting to it.
    -The pill, abortion, and antibiotics have spurred the destruction of any cultural limits to female sexuality.  The feminists have one thing right.  Female sexuality was repressed, so was male, prior to 1960s.  Feminists would tell you that it was a grand conspiracy called patriarchy.  Actually, it was the real physical limits placed by the risks of pregnancy and disease that created the cultural prohibition against promiscuity.
    -When women became liberated and began to chose with whom they had sex we relearned and old lesson.  Women are hypergamous.  That is, they are attracted to males who display alpha male traits.  The most extreme of these is the dark triad of personality characteristics- narcissism, Machiavellianism, and psychopathy.  Women went for the top dogs, the bad boys and this left the vast majority of good, kind-hearted men wondering what happened.  The fruits of the sexual revolution were unevenly distributed to the top 20% of men.  
    -It has taken men a couple of decades to catch on to this but we have responded in several ways.  1)  Some men have completely dropped out of the quest for female companionship and family.  This is being picked up by society as a failure to grow up but it is more a realization that some men have little chance with women who have the option to sleep with almost any man they want.  Also, women who spend the better part of their 20s bed hopping make very poor wives.  This group of men have adopted the label Men Going Their Own Way, MGTOW.  2)  Some men have decided to try and adapt to the new female driven sexual politics by learning behaviors which are considered alpha.  These men are known as Pick Up Artists (PUA) and have coined the term Game to explain how they use psychological ploys to convince young women to sleep with them.  They receive a great deal of criticism from men and women for being dishonest about themselves and their intentions.  However, if this wasn’t successful, men wouldn’t be doing it.  The song Blurred Lines plays on the image of the PUA and his attempts to break down the defenses of a ‘good’ girl.  3)  Some men see what is happening and realize our society will crumble without strong families.  They strive to fight feminism because they believe that it is the feminists stated goal to destroy the nuclear family.  These men are known as Men’s Rights Advocates (MRAs) and they have different goals.  Some fight for father’s rights such as custody rights, against parental alienation and visitation interference.  Against outrageous child support, imprisonment of poor/unemployed men, and for equal custody arrangements.  Some fight against feminist expansion of the definition of rape, against the feminist infiltration of education, the church, and other institutions.  MRAs recognize society has changed so they want to tip the scales back a little from the excesses of feminism.
    -All of these groups are part of a group called the manosphere which is defined by acceptance that the new cultural norms are here to stay.  This feminized society has now been accepted by the majority in part because of the freedom it has provided and the benefits it conveys.  So each group copes with this new world in their own way.  MGTOW has gone ghost.  PUAs seek to play the game.  MRAs fight for small changes to make the new regime a little more fair for the average man.  
    Blurred Lines is just a song about seduction just like songs of the past.  But seduction has a different flavor when promiscuity is the default position of society.  

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  • That’s a good list, Bill.
    I would add the names of that Hollywood rapist director, Ted Kennedy, other Democrats running prostitution rings and buying whores, and Leftist infiltrators of the Catholic church plus some Hollywood boy and girl rapists.
    These are ALL the sorts of people feminism fought against. However, feminism was hijacked, torn apart, conquered when it was at its most successful. It was conquered by these sorts of males. Now they use feminism in order to give themselves the rights and authorities to prey on the girls and boys, which normal society would have hung them for.
    Know what female feminists call Ted Drowning the Girl Kennedy? A Lion of a Man. They said that the dead girl should be “proud” that her tragic death led to this guy’s ascendance.
    Think about that for a second.
    The Left’s power does not reside in crushing enemies or making people give up. They take the best forces in history, the ones that are the most good, the most pure, the most just, and the most powerful and they take it over. And nobody even knows that it has happened until it is too late.

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