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Objectify Me, Please!

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I once met an older, balding, overweight gent who was convinced he'd done something wrong in the eyes of his maker that he hadn't turned out to be a perpetually twenty-two year-old pole dancer in Vegas getting paid to sit on Daddy's Lap.

So enamored was he of this type of woman that he was convinced the smartest, bravest and savviest of all humans was the girl/woman in her sexual prime moving up the ladder of life through her good looks, getting paid ridiculous amounts of money to shake it like her momma didn't know she could, saving up and getting filthy rich off of her natural gifts by the time she was thirty, retiring and laughing all the way to Aspen where she could have cosmetic surgery, a couple of Bijon Frisees and Pinot Noir on the way to the ski lift.

How he longed to be this girl/woman. How desperately he wanted that objectification, that drooling male attention which he perceived as part worship, part idiocy and part selfish and animalistic entitlement.

I shook my head in wonderment at his idealism and then had to think. And think some more.

Growing up in the seventies, the objectification of woman was considered to be V-E-R-Y B-A-D. We were supposed to be doing things like breaking corporate ceilings and having it all and trying out loads of different types of birth control until finding the perfect one. We were supposed to shave under our arms if we SO CHOSE but never, ever, be forced unto this by some prying eye or superficial male preference, sold to him, of course, by the media.

But deep into my heterosexual life now, I find myself divided, as it were, into several thousand pieces of puzzlement. For the heat, by its very nature, melts me when it is turned up high, and with this melting comes a deep dissolution of all notions of glass ceilings, having it all, hairy armpits and going on marches with my sisters for things I genuinely believe to be important.

In the heat of the melting, I want him to want me in that way that strips me of my personality and watches things roll, bounce, shake, undulate, mesmerizing him, hypnotizing him with their femininity.

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Thanks, Susan, you make me laugh!

"It does NOT have to be over a chess game, exactly! It got me thinking, reading your post, about how we practically oppress ourselves putting so much barbed wire around our sexuality and always making it so conditional in our minds. If we have done the hard work of creating a genuine relationship, having a great, relaxing, fun time with our sexuality is part of our freedom as women, as much as our right to being safe is.

Thanks for your humor and intelligence and support!


February 5, 2010 - 6:28pm
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Aimee, I love this!

I once asked my husband if he felt I was his equal and he said "of course!". To which I replied "You're not, foolish man! I'm your SUPERIOR!"

We both got a laugh out of it but I think the key is that a woman has to be certain that she has a man's complete and total respect, that she knows HE knows she's equal to him. Once that happens, she can let go and enjoy being a total sex bomb!

I think women miss out on not being "objectified" by the man in her life. Do we constantly have to Fight the Power? No thanks. Life is full of work and brain power and caring for children - he knows I'm smart and capable and I don't have to prove anything to him. I'd rather kick back and enjoy my husband drooling all over me, and it doesn't have to during a chess game :-)

Great post - as always!

January 23, 2010 - 12:42pm

Rosa and the brave anonymous male comment-maker -
First of all, thanks so much for your comments, they are really insightful.
Secondly, I like, Rosa, what you are saying about objectifying women in a safe context, i.e. within the parameters of a loving committed relationship, or even after a awhile of knowing a woman.
This kind of safety, or trust incites a woman's lust, strangely enough (not always, of course) and she can more often than not have more fun in bed.
To our brave and wonderful male commentator, thanks for your feedback - truly I feel your frustration with the "game" particularly if you are a SNAG (I LOVE THAT!) - Evolution makes you want her smooth taught skin and social mores and culture make you feel ashamed of that, or she is confused about which part to show you - or the kinks aren't so twisted but you still do a sort of dance to try and sort it all out... IT's TOUGH!
Mostly, though, please know that being kind is never wrong and, if you're lucky enough to land a woman who has done some soul searching you may find that she knows looking lusty for you isn't going to demean her in your eyes; that you're a grown up and can talk and listen as well as watch and hunger.

Peace and Good Sex!


January 23, 2010 - 12:19pm

Aimee-- I couldn't agree with you more.

While I know I was objectified by my superficial husband, I also know that he knew there was more to me than a pretty smile and perky boobs. I find that, like you, I am also stuck in the middle of wanting to be objectified and yet wanting to be respected for all my hard work and the education I chose to get.

At this point in my life, the only man I truly enjoy objectifying me is my husband and he couldn't do it enough if you ask me. Yeah, we've reeled them in but it's nice to know we still got 'em.

To anon-- I think that many women don't want to know you're objectifying them right off the bat. When I was single, for a man to approach me and compliment me was nice but for a man to tell me he wished I was on that stripper pole was and still is a huge turn off. The truth is that for men you really have to know how to read body language and sometimes not say what you want to-- at least in the beginning.

January 16, 2010 - 2:24pm
EmpowHER Guest

Aimee, your article hit home, and its something many of me (I'm a guy btw) and my guy friends have noticed. In fact, we feel sometimes its almost dangerous to "hit" on a woman nowadays because of the mixed signals. We too were raised in the 70's to be SNAGs (Sensitive New Age Guys) and we've found that many women find that downright unappealing. I've dated women that are all over the spectrum and its almost impossible to be sexual and not get into trouble eventually, for either being too considerate (asking too many questions and being too gentle) or not considerate enough (taking an initiative and being rebuffed for being presumptious). What's a guy to do? I wonder if generations before us had it a little easier when they had "roles" to play, rather than trying to be everything. So many of us, men and women, end up falling short of these modern lofty goals, and yet somehow I think we both end up expecting it in each other. And sadly, I fear that we both end up losing out on truly enjoying ourselves.

January 13, 2010 - 8:23pm
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