Tell me, what was Michele Bachmann thinking when she not only went for the sausage (or corn dog) but allowed herself to be photographed in such an obviously awkward position? Is she truly that oblivious to the less-than-clean church-like thoughts that have gone through almost everyone's minds after looking at this picture all over the Interwebs?
She certainly wasn't trying for a sexy-chick come-hither-I'm-Hot image from this lapse in judgment. After all, the expression on her face isn't one I would deem to be open for the taste, so to speak. Her expression may mimic previous run-ins with large sausages (or ugly corn dogs) she was forced to taste at neighbor's BBQ's to ensure each one was done enough for her cuddly hubby, considering how she's such a sweet submissive type who'll do anything for her bubbly other half.
So on we go with the sexualization of Michele Bachmann through no fault of the media's this time, yet clearly the fault of the "handlers" to place her in a ludicrous position anyone with half a political brain would know to not encourage.
Unless a subliminal message was to be sent to the Menz of Iowa without Mrs. Bachmann's awareness, which really, wouldn't require much doing, such a dastardly thought would never cross her sanitized mind.
It must have worked because Michele Bachmann did end up winning the Iowa Ames Straw Poll, you know. Them Iowan Menz musta been impressed with the little lady's subliminal porn charm...or something.
And now it comes down to this in politics. Sex. Sex. Sex. A woman enters the arena and she's immediately pegged into "I'd hit that" or "I'll ignore this one" categories. The prettier and crazier you are, the more money people want to give you. Now we can be sure the Bachmann machine will be signing-up new backers from the sex education sector of the populace. How clever.
But no matter how much Michele Bachmann's reputation may receive a few wagging fingers for stupidity in promoting downright pornographic images, showbiz still has the upper diamond-gloved hand as time goes on with how young women are now depicting themselves during concert and music video performances.
Yes, I've written a bit about the shift toward what I believe to be OTT sexually suggestive performances by woman more than men in the music biz these days. I began to wonder if I had become a prude - gasp - by feeling either disgusted or amazed at how little most of the women are wearing on stage of late, as well as grinding many simulated sexual acts all the time.
The feminist part of me has always believed that if men can do something, so can women; Equal Opportunity Exploitation, if you will. I believed from a very young age that if women had to take their clothes off for a part, then so should the man.
And, it's been happening - finally - after many years of slow progress from James Dean's tight white T-shirt to a continually bare chested Matthew McConaughey.
But women are still pimping out more than ever, and if I were a mother right now I don't know what I would do if a few of these singers were role models to my kids. I certainly wouldn't keep them from listening to the music. I'd not turn them into pariah's among their friends. But I don't think I'd appreciate my daughter going out dressed like Rihanna on a Barbados holiday. And I would have difficulty with any kid of mine bending over in a suggestive way in public or private.
Tho' I love sexually-charged performances and entertainers who can bring sizzle to a show. I just don't want a music concert to be three hours of pumping, grinding, pole dancing, simulated sex with band members, and a form of a strip-tease. If that's what I want, I'll go to a Topless Club with a group of rowdy friends. Otherwise, I want to see a decent show and hear good music.
The following is a wonderful take on all of this: Is it Just Too Much?
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