The Male Gaze - Simple Cells

Self produced, written, and recorded (except for Rhyan who bangs the drums) I present to you my ode to feminism, its obsession with talking about societies obsession with female beauty, and my terribly hard wired, inexcusable brain - The Male Gaze

"Oh don't you want to be like her?
Oh don't you want to be perfect like her bigger, firmer, altered breasts?
The rest the best too, her thighs, her lies in a contest against you.

Throw me a bone, oh throw me a bone, I 've been a good girl please give me a treat, oh
I want more than mediocrity though I'm less than that now.
Everybody we seem to think that images on T.V. screens, in magazines, pleasing things to men's eyes are more than a bad disguise?
And what for?
Cowardice and profit.
Do you feel like a whore?
Good, they want that shit. Keep them down, less browns, white girls are what sells.
It's what men want, and men get what they want.
Hot? Not? A scale of 1 - 10.
Beauty determined through a corporate lens.

You meet a boy, he makes you laugh.
You like a song that he wrote which he calles BWAF
You want him to kiss you on the lips, but he will not do it cause he is too convinced
your eyes are not set straight and your skin's too pale,
failing to glow like the T.V. showed it would
Good, but not great, he says "I hate to say it girl, but I'm a fisherman out at sea. And you might be healthier, but they look more tasty".

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