The battle cry of the mighty warrior queen rings throughout the land "Do Not Objectify Us! Do Not Treat Us As Narcissistic Extensions of Your Fragile Ego!"
And thus, the war waged continuously in the name of alerting men to the fact that women are, in fact, thinking, feeling, breathing, questioning, laboring, laughing, breathing human beings rages on.
Yet how often do we take the time to look at the ways in which women objectify men? The idea of a male stripper is a caricature of this idea; while it may be fun to watch nubile, fit male strippers parade about and dance suggestively, I have an inkling women's objectification of men is less concrete, more abstract and far deeper than that.
There's a service in my town that allows women to call up and get their household mechanical needs met; everything from changing a light bulb to repairing roofs; no job too small, it's called "Honey Do," as in, "Honey, do the drain in the sink, it's been clogged for weeks."
There is a cultural hangover of dependence, need and a desire to be rescued in which men are objectified by women not as strippers, per se, but as domestic saviors, knights-with-wrenches, good guys who come and repave your driveway, who make a lot of money and still have that youthful charm, who will read to the kids in their pajamas and start the coffee for you in the morning.
While many of us won't admit it, we are as judgmental, critical and angry when our men fall short of these images and wishes we carry around as men are when we gain twenty pounds, appear haggard and spent, nagging the kids to brush their teeth and want sleep instead of sex.
If you listen to women talk about men it can be quite scathing.