| You and your friends on the front porch, sitting and staring as the girls go by. Do you ever wonder why they won’t meet your eyes? The question never comes up you’re the man. | |
| This is plagerized, and I can’t remember where it’s from to give proper credit, but I like the idea. A woman gets whistled after, and walks up to the man and pulls out a clipboard. “thank you so much for volunteering for my survey! Now, were you beaten often as a child, or are you just stupid?” We don’t whistle, oh no, we’re much better than that. “here comes a hot one now,” you whisper instead. | |
| My girlfriend says she doesn’t want to dance, says she doesn’t want to get hit so she stands in the back. It makes it awfully hard to see the bands, but it doesn’t bother you, you’re the man. | |
| Why do you like to mosh? Wait, no, shut up. This is why: You are full of testosterone. You get thrills out of beating people up. You compensate for your failures in every other walk of life by pounding on innocent bystanders. You’re the sort of person who, if you realized the homoerotic potential of a bunch of nearly naked guys grappling with each other, would stay at home with your pet beer instead. | |
| Are you in the band or just a girlfriend? You know, she plays pretty well for a girl. You don’t mean girl in a bad way, right? You’d never do that you’re the man. | |
| My friend Lindsay had this asked of her as she walked into a club. Huh? “Just a girlfriend?” If you’re not “holding your own with the boys,” as so many fanzine reviews say, you must be only good for sex. I stand near people at shows with female musicians, and I hear “She plays well for a girl,” “I wonder if she’s got a boyfriend.” And we tolerate this? Is being on stage just another form of “asking for it?” If not on stage, do we assume that women are just the playthings of the adorable junkie thugs on stage? |
