Some Call it Clueless
The blog-hers over at Feministing have their knickers in a twist about t-shirts. No, they are not inflamed about wet t-shirt contests. Nor are they outraged that "tank tops" are now routinely referred to as "wifebeaters." Rather, they're exercised about the t-shirt to the right and apalled that Wal-Mart thinks it's right to sell it. (They probably also don't like that Wal-Mart's demographics skew to the Right, but that's a post for another day.)
In addition to being heinously ugly, this shirt represents some serious misogyny. And it's being sold at Wal-Mart. A woman in North Carolina who noticed the shirt is also a stalking victim, and she's justifiably horrified.
"People don't realize how serious stalking is," she said. "You constantly live in fear, look over your shoulder and suffer from psychological and physical symptoms due to the stress of the stalker."She wondered aloud: What's next?
"Some say it's rape, I call it hot sex"? Or: "Some call it domestic violence, I say I'm just teaching her a lesson"?
Exactly. "Joke" shirts like these only further promote the idea that stalking is just romance taken a little too far. It's not. It's about power and control, and it's f**king scary as hell.
Unless of course, it's not. And doubly not if you're Sting, who wrote the multi-platinum single about stalking that about a million men and women have sung at their weddings in the last 24 years. Chances are you know the lyrics by heart:
Every breath you take, And every move you make
Every bond you break, every step you take
I'll be watching you
Every single day, And every word you say
Every game you play, every night you stay
I'll be watching you
Oh, can't you see, You belong to me?
How my poor heart aches, With every step you take
Every move you make, Every vow you break
Every smile you fake, every claim you stake, I'll be watching you
Since you've gone I've been lost without a trace
I dream at night, I can only see your face
I look around, but it's you I can't replace
I feel so cold, and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby, baby please,
Oh, can't you see, You belong to me?
How my poor heart aches , With every step you take
Every move you make, Every vow you break
Every smile you fake, every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
Every move you make, every step you take
I'll be watching you, I'll be watching you
So what's next? Will feminsting's self-appointed fashion/thought police demand that their local Wal-Mart remove all CDs by that misogynist Sting and his former band The Police? Somehow, I think not. And I'll call blog-hers who get distressed about these t-shirts clueless.
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