The Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders

Lest there be any chance of misunderstanding, I shall be clear: when I see the  Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders , I want to fuck them. And while I don't feel particularly good about that--especially given the Breaking News just about every day these days--I'm pretty damned sure that that's the point, isn't it? If it isn't, then somebody has made a drastic mistake in designing those costumes, and somebody is going to HAVE to have a word or two with the camera people about focus points.

Anyway . . . when I turned the tv on last evening to see how Dak Prescott & The Boys were faring these days . . . and hoping that they would beat the shit out of theWashington Redskins . . . and while I was really TRYing to listen to what the three announcers (all men, all wearing suits and ties, I feel obliged to point out) were saying, I kept being distracted by The Cheerleaders . . . 

. . . wiggling their fat asses, stretching their taut tummies, shaking their pom poms. And smiling, smiling, smiling. 

Definitely worked for me. 

But I was able to rise above my libido enough to wonder: in this world wherein so many men have been caught behaving badly, engaging in illegal and immoral sexual behaviors, how DARE these skimpily dressed cheerleaders even exist? 

The Men were wearing suits and ties and the viewers were focused on what they were saying. The Players were wearing their body armor and the viewers were focused on their athletic abilities. The coaches were wearing . . . I don't know what, but it wasn't sexy, and the viewers were not focused on their primary, secondary, or tertiary sexual bits. The cheerleaders were wearing hot pants and midriff exposing, cleavage baring tops, and the viewers had no choice but to focus on their legs and asses and tits. In fact, it just occurred to me that while they are called Cheerleaders, most of the time you can't hear a word they're saying. It would be no problem at all to mike them up, would it? But why bother? Because that's not what they're there for. They're there to make me want to fuck them.

Mission accomplished.

I am angry at the men who have abused women. I am angry at the men who have been crude and rude to women. I have never engaged in those kinds of behaviors, and do not associate with people who do. But nobody gets to have their cake and eat it, too. You can't present yourself in a way that accentuates your sexuality and then complain when someone notices your sexuality. That does not mean that you deserve to be abused, not at all. No one deserves to be abused. But we have now officially entered the territory wherein any accusation of unwanted sexual attention seems to be equated with rape, and that's just idiotic. Al Franken kissing a woman and she--after agreeing to the kiss--not liking the WAY he kissed her . . . and Al Franken pretending to grope that same woman's breasts while she was sleeping . . . is unacceptable behavior, and he should (and seems to be) ashamed of himself for acting that way, but it does not equate to Roy Moore having sex with a fourteen year old girl. (Assuming that that accusation is true, of course.) All of that Equivalency Shit sounds like the Fundamentalist Christian axiom that All Sins Are Equal, which is one of the stupidest things I've ever heard in my life. 

And so much of the blame for our current state of frenzy rests on My Fellow Liberals. Because it's the bandwagon or busted here. You're not allowed to question the validity of the accusers without being condemned as a misogynist . . . or worse. You're not allowed to suggest that wearing clothing that bares most of your lakefront property is inappropriate in certain contexts. Hell, most of the time you're not even allowed to be male. Take a look at the panels on CNN and MSNBC. 

It's the same old American Bullshit. We have a Puritan superstructure with a Whore of Babylon facade. I'm fine with Puritans, and I'm fine with Whores of Babylon. But you can't have your Puritan and eat your Whore of Babylon, too. 

Put up, then shut up, America. Time to stop pretending and start being. If Trump has taught us nothing else, he has taught us this: if you do nothing but bullshit, eventually you will drown in it.