Two slam style poems I took an interest.
I admit to knowing little about poetry. I took the standard lit class, taught by a wonderful professor. We just glossed over poetry, before ending the class on The Great Gatsby. One night, I was waiting for a concert, and walked into a poetry slam. Since the concert was still over two hours before starting, I decided to watch, and was asked to judge. I refused. Asked again, I acquiesced, with reservations. The host, and first poet, pointed me out, gave the name I gave him, and said "he's mever been to a poetry slam, and he knows nothing about poetry. We love judges like this!"
All the poets were good, except for one fellow, who was amazing. The two young ladies I post about were quite good.
The first, "Hi. I'm a Slut" is by Savannah Brown, is about how, as a self confessed slut, and an attractive one at that, men overly sexualixe her, think of her as nothing but a piece of meat, her body is just a convenient place for men to get their rocks off, her pleasure immaterial. Ms. Brown's own sexual proclivities are not revealed. It may just be her own perception of how men see women who want and need sex, and are not shy about it.
The second, "Hi, I'm a Virgin: A Response to Samantha Brown," by Izzy Inkwell, who looks as if she could pose for this site, is not so much a response, as an addition. Ms. Inkwell, who describes herself as a 20 year old virgin. She first admits to some sexual confusion (in a later slam poem, she confirms she is homosexual), also claims to be over sexualizd. She is told one thing and then another, and men desire her not so much as a living human being, just as someone with a thing to give to them. She denies she has anything to give.
Nowhere beyond the title does Ms. Inkwell mention Ms. Brown, much less claim to be more virtuous. The tone of her poem suggests to me that she did not even considered that.
I could note that many women and men do highly prize their virginity. I did, and had difficulty when it was taken. True Love Waits. Until the exact right person or marriage. My first girlfriend, who, in many ways, wrecked me, did wait until her marriage bed. Her husband had no idea how to deal with a virgin, she hated sex, and the fact she would never say yes to her husband lead to the end of a disastrous marriage.
Ancient history fascinates me.
Watch these videos, if you have time. Tell me if you find something I have missed.
I will not discuss feminism with nearly anyone. I will ask you what kind of feminist you are, and, if you start wandering around, talking about equality and liberation, I have already lost interest. If you can tell me in one word, then we can talk. Having that out of the way, most people would consider these slams as feminist.
I, however, would argue that these poems are misandronistic, Which could be understandable. They have not met the right men,
I have said this before, many times, and I will consider to say it, because it is the truth. There are a of great men out there. Men who want to make women happy, in bed and in all other ways, and will do what it takes to make women happy. On this site, there are many women who really appreciate women, not just in how they look. Perhaps these two poetesses should join us here. Ms. Brown would find a man who would cherish and support her. Ms. Inkwell would find a great girlfriend.
Or not.