There was a time when women in music videos did not constantly run their tongue over their lips or put their fingers in their mouth, appear in the shower, perform in strip clubs as pole dancers, ride swinging wrecking balls naked, wave their nearly naked bums in our faces in big close up shots, simulate having sex with other women, rub their bum on men at the drop of a hat, spank (whip or slap) other women, simulate giving men oral sex, have sex with men in airplane lavatories (and anywhere else someone could possibly imagine), have sex with multiple men in the course of a three-minute video, roll around on floors (couches, beds, etc.), appear in bondage gear and basically look like they were in a pornographic film. There was a time when music videos did not include women eating bananas or putting whip cream on their chest for no apparent reason or using any excuse to touch the front of a man’s pants. There was a time when the lyrics in women’s songs were more elevating than: 'I just wanna look good for ya' or 'I’m a slave for you.'
© 2016 Alline Cormier
Canadian feminist and cinephile on the verge of publishing my film guide for women and my opus. My coffee table book about women,