So. Yesterday, while climbing my way to gams of steel via my trusty step climber, I watched a month-old episode of MTV’s Real World/Road Rules Challenge* (technically called the Inferno, but whatevs). Judge me all you want, but the xtreme competitions make my workout seem that much easier. Cheesy, yes, but it’s my one guilty pleasure. Some people have House, others have Grey’s Anatomy, and for you neocons out there, it’s seasons 2+ of 24. So fuck off, is what I’m sayin.
Anyway, back to the subject at hand. This particular week’s challenge involved – well, the details don’t very much matter. Let’s just say that it involved some hawt sticky wet grape-stomping action. With “regulation uniforms”. Required wearing for all participants.
The girls got the standard two-piece bathing suits, and the guys got speedos. And when I say “speedos”, well, that’s what the host called ‘em. I’m just parroting what TJ said. They were more like “boy shorts”, really. We’re not talking banana hammocks, or mankinis, or anything like that. These were tight spandex boy shorts, and had they been on the girls’ women’s bottom halves, then they would have been considered relatively modest.
Most of the guys were, shall we say, good sports about the shorts. Most, in fact, acted like juvenile idiots, though thankfully none wedged their suits up their asses and strutted around with buttocks jiggling about. Like, um, in past year’s challenges. But three of the guys balked at the prospect of – gasp! – being exploited, degraded, manipulated and used. Like, you know, a girl! (Oh, the horra!)
They refused to suit up in their boy shorts, instead choosing to sit out the game.
Their scoffings and rationalizations were priceless. One guy (Alton, for those of you at home keeping score) was all “It’s not that I don’t feel comfortable with my body, I know I look great. It’s just that I’m hung like a mule, and those shorts aren’t big.” I’m paraphrasing, but the term “hung like a mule” is a direct quote. Of that I’m sure. (Just as I’m sure that Alton is, in fact, not hung like said mule.) Ace, who was one of those aforementioned idiots who had previously wedgied himself on national television (albeit on a seldom viewed channel) , ruefully explained that he didn’t want to “catch anymore flak” from his family and friends back home. (Here’s an idea, dumbass: just wear the spandex, don’t try to give yourself a colonoscopy with it!) Timmy, the furthest over the hill of the contestants (and by “over the hill”, I mean to say that he’s probably a whopping 35), didn’t offer a reason, but “pale and flabby / not cut like the yung’uns” would be my best, err, stab at it.
Whatever their reasons, I’ve heard nary a peep from any of ‘em when the girls are crammed into ill-fitting clothes, forced to shimmy to and fro, and otherwise objectified during the challenges. And besides, is wearing an effin’ “speedo” for 30 minutes really worse than eating bull nuts? Didn’t think so.
Something else to keep in mind: their team (and they were all on the same team, the other members of which I fully expected would castrate the uppity douchebags) had been up a player, but due to their teammate’s newfound modesty, they ended up down one player. And they totally got their asses handed to ‘em. Losing, in the process, $10,000.
So, the daily, ubiquitous, relentless objectification of the female sex? Total teh cool.
Thirty minutes of (perceived) andro-objectification for eight men? So offensive that 3/8 of them forfeit 10k.
Objectification sux when you’re the object instead of the objectifier, eh guys?
* Yes, I realize that “reality tv” is less real, more scripted. So my story comes with the standard potential bs disclaimer.
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Tagged: mtv the real world road rules real world/road rules challenge inferno feminism objectification mankini boy shorts speedos banana hammock body issues self esteem object objectifier
Originally posted @ www.kellygarbato.com/blog/2007-06-05/
Filed under: Feminism, Entertainment — Kelly @ June 5, 2007 11:18 pm