Let’s all take a moment to acknowledge the fact that Chrissie Hynde is one of the last remaining, REAL rock-and-roll chicks left in the world today. And I’m talking REAL rock and roll, y’all. Not this crappy bubble gum crap that you see prancing around on a stage with a high ponytail and fishnets and a corset, looking like a two-bit whore, and trying to act like a musician.
Yeah, I said it.
Chrissie is one of those chicks who was meant for rock and roll.
Behold:
To add insult to the injury of the chicks prancing on stage these days in pasties-and-a-thong get-ups, they’re also trying to pretend that they’re “feminists.” Which is hilarious to me. And apparently, amusing to Chrissie, too. Which makes me like her even more. Back in September, she said during an interview that “maybe” modern pop music icons are “feminists on behalf of prostitutes — but they are no feminists on behalf of music, if they are selling their music by bumping and grinding and wearing their underwear in videos.” She continued: “That’s a kind of feminism — but, you know, you’re a sex worker is what you are” she said. “I would say those women are responsible for a great deal of damage.”
Damage, indeed. This is why you see little girls as young as 5 and 6 dressing like they do. It’s why you can’t find a woman’s Halloween costume these days that’s not sluttified. That’s a whole other post. I digress.
But yeah. Damage. There is no such thing as just plain ol’ women pop-rock musicians anymore.
And Mock and I wrote about “modern feminism” in our book, Right for a Reason. Basically, it’s the biggest crock of crap ever. It’s a complete JOKE. It tells women to prance around on stages like gilded sluts. That to be empowered and successful and complete, you have to be in a family full of sex-tape makers and get your lips enhanced by age 16. And if you shame those who look like the prostitutes for looking like, well, prostitutes and being total sluts….you’re a slut-shamer. That’s just so mean. You meanie. Women should be able to be whatever they WANT to be!
But God forbid we glorify and encourage girls to be engineers! Or doctors! Or scientists! Or writers! (Where are the reality shows on THAT, by the way? Oh wait…that’s boring and not fun to watch, right?)
Anywho.
While all of these women are screaming “slut shamer!” and “victim blamer!” I’m going to be over here telling my daughter to take responsibility for herself, and I’m going to educate her on how to NEVER, EVER get herself in a position where she’s drunk and stoned and alone with a bunch of dudes. And if she does end up in that position, she needs to understand that BAD THINGS CAN HAPPEN. You know, like they did to Chrissie Hynde. Which is precisely why Hynde wrote about her experience, took responsibility for it like the strong REAL feminist she is, and of course – she’s getting CRAP for it.
You see, NPR interviewed her, and they tried to make her feel bad for being a normal, accountable human being. She took partial responsibility for the fact that she was sexually assaulted back in her rocker days. There was an event when she was out of her mind stoned, went with a group of guys willingly, and they had sex with her. She didn’t really plan or want that to happen, but it did. Because she was out of her mind with drugs.
They pressed about her new book, and a comment she specifically made about women taking responsibility for themselves. Apparently, NPR doesn’t like it when women do that – and Chrissie let ’em have it:
There was one comment that you made in an interview about the book, in the Sunday Times of London: “If I’m walking around in my underwear and I’m drunk, who else’s fault can it be?”
So what are you getting at? Why are you asking me this?
I just think a lot of people —
I don’t understand why there’s — You know what, I don’t care what a lot of people want. You know? I’d rather say, just don’t buy the f****** book, then, if I’ve offended someone. Don’t listen to my records. Cause I’m only telling you my story, I’m not here trying to advise anyone or tell anyone what to do or tell anyone what to think, and I’m not here as a spokesperson for anyone. I’m just telling my story. So the fact that I’ve been — you know, it’s almost like a lynch mob.
The thing is, Chrissie knows that she made the choices to both take drugs and go with those guys. These are the puzzle pieces where a lot of women nowadays feel as though they DON’T have to take responsiblility. They’ve basically been told that if they drink or get stoned out of their mind and then say yes to guys in that state of mind…they don’t have ANY accountability whatsoever for anything that happens to them.
And I call B.S. on that. When I was an undergrad student at a very large public university, and I knew I was going to go out drinking, I made sure that I had a group of friends around who had my back. We always had a backup plan to get home. All of us. We didn’t leave each others’ sides. And if I didn’t have that support system, I DIDN’T DRINK. I always had my wits about me. I never walked alone. I was taught to always be on the defense, because I was taught to be accountable for my actions from a very young age. This is what I’ll teach my daughter. If we DON’T do that with our girls, then what ARE we teaching them? That they’re responsible for NOTHING in life?
It’s no different for me as an adult. I’m even more aware of my surroundings now. For crying out loud, Mock and I get death threats now that we’re conservative bloggers and radio personalities. YAY US. And my daughter will know that this world isn’t a safe one, and she’ll be prepared accordingly. While I understand that dressing provocatively or talking a certain way or doing certain things isn’t an INVITATION for sexual assault, we all make choices as women. If you make a choice to get drunk or stoned and then make another choice to go off with a guy or group of guys that in turn, sexually assault you? You are partially responsible for the events that have transpired. If you can’t see and understand the consequences of those choices, and then possibly learn anything from said choices, then you simply have not matured as a woman – or a human being, for that matter.
And you are far from empowered.
You go on, Chrissie.