Why we need more songs like "Show Me" by Bruno Mars

(lyrics bolded for easier reading)

So I’ve been listening to Unorthodox Jukebox a lot recently (sidebar: Bruno Mars is great at naming albums) and simultaneously having a lot of conversations about the representations of women in pop music, sexual liberation, rape culture, etc. etc. Unorthodox Jukebox presents a few conflicting views about women. There are songs like “Natalie” and “Money Makes Her Smile” which essentially portray women as gold-digging bitches who will inevitably screw you over. Then there are the songs, “Treasure” and “When I Was Your Man”, which are very romantic and place women as something to be cherished and respected. Overall, even with negative portrayals, Unorthodox Jukebox never seems to demean women in the way that a lot of popular music these days does. 

Leaving the general two-faced nature of Mars’ music to a later discussion, I want to instead focus on “Show Me” - and particularly how it differs from Jason Derulo’s “Talk Dirty”. Now, I’m sure you’ve heard Derulo’s track - it has over 150 million views on YouTube and is played on the radio quite a bit. Have you heard “Show Me”? I hadn’t until I bought the album. The official audio track only has over 3 million hits on YouTube (granted, not a music video like “Talk Dirty”, so there’s that). Bruno Mars clearly didn’t release it as a single so, unlike “Treasure”, it didn’t have mass exposure. On one level that makes sense - musically, it isn’t the strongest on the album (unlike “Talk Dirty”, which I hate to admit is extremely catchy). But lyrically, Bruno Mars does something extremely interesting. 

“Talk Dirty” is no “Blurred Lines” - it doesn’t have that brazenly rape-y vibe that we spent most of last summer and fall talking about. But it isn’t exactly empowering either. The central message of the song is, “I know what all women need and I’m going to give it to them”. He’s not outright singing “I know you want it” (thanks, Robin Thicke), but he does sing “’Cause I know what the girl them wants”. Not too far off. 

I’m not going to bother posting the whole 2 Chainz rap here, but it is extremely objectifying, the highlight of the lyrics being “Anyway, every day I’m trying to get to it/Got her saved in my phone as ‘Big Booty’”. Yikes. 

This is pretty commonplace for popular music these days and has been the norm for quite some time. Strong male sings about how hot a woman is, how much he wants to have sex with her, and how much she will enjoy it. This is not new and something to which we don’t often pay much attention (with the exception of “Blurred Lines” of course). 

The problem is not with writing lyrics about women and sex. But these men are either commanding sex or bestowing it upon women as if it is some sort of gift. With this follows the assumption that of course any woman would be lucky to have Jason Derulo (or Robin Thicke or whoever) and will have sex with them whether they express interest or not. And the only logical conclusion to draw from songs like these is, “As a man, I can take sexual pleasure from a woman whenever I want”. 

So where does Bruno Mars come into this? Well, there are two hyper sexual songs on “Unorthodox Jukebox”: “Gorilla” and “Show Me”. The former has a music video with over 33 million views and got a lot more radio play. Both the video and song of “Gorilla” are extremely sexual and objectifying, though more power is certainly given to the female than in “Talk Dirty” or “Blurred Lines”. Again, that’s a different discussion for a different time.

“Show Me” is a totally different animal however: it more or less gives all the power to the women. The song is a breezy, reggae-esque tune that talks about a casual fling. The song initially flirts with a little bit of the “you know you want it” vibe, as Mars sings: "Your eyes say, 'Oh, please me’, but your lips scared to ask/No need to fight it, when you know it feels alright“. But then the song shifts focus as the lyrics continue, ”You say you’re a woman who knows what she likes/Then show me, you gotta, you gotta show me“. 

The whole song is along those lines: recognizing a sexual tension that exists between Mars and this woman and - instead of simply acting upon it - asking her to act upon it. The second verse croons, ”Love the way that you laugh, the way that you smile/makes me feel like you been waiting a while/But guess what darling, I been waiting too“. In this instance, the man wanted sex, was fine with waiting, and then asks the woman, ”Tell me girl what you gonna do“. 

This respect for both the woman involved and her consent is evident in almost all the lyrics. The pre-chorus begins, ”No, I won’t think you’re easy, no I won’t think you’re fast“. Acknowledging that a woman enjoys sex without slut-shaming her? I may die of shock. In the bridge, Mars sings ”We can take it slow, we can zoom zoom zoom/Baby if you’re ready for that“. 

The moral of the song is essentially, "I want to have sex with you, I think you want to have sex with me too, so you let me know if and when we can do that. We can do it however you want and I’m sure we’ll both enjoy it immensely”. In “Show Me”, the woman’s consent is not only necessary, but desirable and sexy. Mars isn’t saying that he wants to put a ring on it and shower this woman with love and gifts for the rest of her life. He’s just saying that casual sex between two consenting adults is a totally legitimate and enjoyable thing. The guy isn’t a player who brags about his conquests (I’m looking at you Jason Derulo) and the girl isn’t a slut who either uses or gets used and then has to feel ashamed. 

I’m not saying that Bruno Mars doesn’t play part in the sexual male fantasy that is rampant in pop music, nor that there are not other artists who recognize and respect women’s sexuality. I am merely suggesting that we don’t think enough about the male pop star role in rape culture. Sure, when songs like “Blurred Lines” come out, we are outraged and make parody videos for months. And that’s healthy and helpful. But then we laugh at Thicke’s silly performance at the VMAs while simultaneously slut-shaming Miley. Fast forward a few months and “Talk Dirty” is breathing down “Happy”’s neck on the charts. 

It’s all well and good to talk about the cultural pieces that do it wrong - but we should also start recognizing who is doing it right. Bruno Mars is one of the biggest names in music right now. Not only does he have two well-received albums of his own, but he also writes for a lot of other popular artists. We need to start pushing men to help change the sexist culture in this country. Telling girls to be careful about what they wear and how they conduct themselves is nice, practical advice but we need to stop having that conversation. We need to instead focus on educating our young men -  who undoubtedly know all the words to the 2 Chainz rap in “Talk Dirty” - that just because a woman likes or wants sex does not mean she doesn’t deserve respect. As small as insignificant as they are, songs like “Show Me” are a step in the right direction. 


Over the last year or so, I’ve wanted to order one of missmonstermel‘s masks and use it as the base for a costume. I had to wait because I wanted to get one that had a simple aesthetic, although there were a few that caught my eye before this one, but I was slow for the raw masks or the painted ones were just beyond my budget. But I got the timing right for her latest kitsune DIY blank mask, and it was in my budget.

The mask arrived today, and it looks pretty nice. My photos don’t capture the texture, but you can see it in the store photos. It is a raw cast, so I do need to clean it carefully before I prime and paint. I don’t know yet what I want to do with it, but I’ll figure something out.


Halloween Candies That Need to Go. 


Brand new teaser for Star Wars: The Force Awakens 

This JUST premiered at the Star Wars Celebration Convention in Anaheim, CA. We’ve been livestreaming it at work all day and geeking out like we’re 10 years old again. Can’t wait!!! 

Soma Week: Geeking out

So I was thinking ‘why the heck not?’ I mean seriously it is 4 am… What the fuck am I doing with my life?

Well, here you go:

“Maka, you don’t get it. THE GUY CAN PLAY THE PIANO WITH HIS FUCKING TOES!” 10 minutes. He has been going off about this for 10 god damned minutes, and it’s ridiculous


“Like how the FUCK DOES ONE LEARN THAT SHIT?! Maka-”

Soul stopped as soon as she was standing right behind him, where he was watching the toe-pianist on YouTube. That’s when he felt his breath hitch in his throat, fearing that she would slam the book she was currently reading upon his face. What he did not expect, however, was for her to bend down and kiss him on the cheek. He could tell, just by the hot feeling he felt pooling in his face, that he was as red as a tomato.

“Ugh… you[re cute when you geek out.” And with that, she left the room they were in, and him sitting there frustrated and confused. Who in the fuck kisses a guy, and then just leaves? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?


You’d think that after 2 damn weeks, and being 24 years old, he would be over it, but no. He just had to get confused and flustered and sexually frustrated and… WAIT WHAT?! No, bad Soul. You absolutely do not think of your partner like that. 

His thoughts were interrupted when said  girl knocked at his door. “Hey Soul?” Usually he’d say something like ‘What do you want?’ or ‘I’m busy.’ but this time, something was wrong. He could tell by the tone of her voice, she was really upset right now. So instead of being his usual dickbag self, he got up, and opened the door.

“Maka is everything-”

She had been crying. A lot. “Jeez, what the hell happened?”

“My fav… favorite… ch-character d-died.” She sniffled and tried wiping away her tears, but Soul beat her to it. He chuckled and pulled her into a gentle embrace. 

“Do you want to talk about it over some cocoa?” She sniffled a little more before she nodded her head in agreement, and let Soul drag her into the kitchen. “How do you want it, extra chocolaty or normal?” 

“Chocolaty.” She stood next to him as he made their cocoas, and told him in little sobbed fragments how cruel Fred Weasley’s death was, and how he didn’t deserve it. When Soul was finished making the cocoa, he took her into the living room, where they sat on the couch sharing a blanket.

“Okay, I know it sucks, but you’re going to be alright.” She looked up at him from the spot where she was nuzzled against his chest, and started to cry a little more.

“But you don’t get it! He’s gone! And it’s so sad and-”

“It’s going to be okay.” He tilted her chin up so he could look her in the eyes, and then cupped her cheeks with his hands. He slowly wiped her tears away with his thumbs, and didn’t pay any attention to her moving her cocoa to the table along side his, almost as if she were moving it out of the way. 

Maka took his hands in hers, and rubbed them between her fingers. He was studying her every move, wary of how gentle she was being. He looked to see past her blank expression, trying to reach out to her soul. He still couldn’t tell what she was thinking, but he wanted to test something. Maybe… 

He took a hold of her hands, snapping her back to reality, and kissed them very gently, going from the knuckles to her finger tips. He waited for her response, whether it would be the nastiest Maka Chop he’s ever been through or something else, he didn’t care. He just needed to know how she felt (even though he would prefer the ‘something else’).

She looked at him with her eyes wide, but not angry. She looked at him as if she was was searching for something,making his mind race. Then, she leaned forward and kissed him. It was gentle, but longing. It was slow, but quick. It was strange but… right. 

They pulled apart, and then they both started to laugh. Maka was the first to say something. “Thank you.”

“For what?” She  crawled over to him and sat in his lap, receiving a playful grunt from him, causing her to uncharacteristically giggle. 

“Being good at dealing with other geeks.”

“I am not a geek!’ He puffed out his cheeks and made a puppy dog face, which just led to Maka kissing him again.

“Th toe-pianist?” She raised her eyebrows at him, which was followed by another Soul-pouty face.

“It was cool…”

“And you are adorable.” 



Geeking Out: LGBT & the Whedonverse

Becca Canote and Neil McNeil talk LGBT characters and representation on the Whedonverse! (They did get Simmons and Fitz confused though).

SoMa Week 2015, Day 1: Geeking Out

Happy SoMa week, everybody! I’m gonna try to be original with these prompts, though some might come out cliché… But I try to make my stories original and give my own meaning to the prompts I’m given. If it’s not what you thought it would be, then good. That means that I’m successful.

Anyway, this first oneshot’s gonna have two major references. If you get one of them, I applaud you. If you get both, you’ll get digital cookies :D *I disclaim* I don’t own Soul Eater or anything I reference in this fic.

Description: Soul experiences a motorcycle crash that leaves him bedridden and will keep him in the hospital for a few days. To pass the time, Maka convinces him to read a book called From Shadows, which he reluctantly ends up loving.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time.

Well, in all actuality it had never seemed like a good idea, but Soul was never one to back down from a challenge. Neither was he one to question the fact that said challenge might be a health hazard.

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Hannibal is an INTENSELY philosophical show, most of Hannibal and Will’s conversations are some of the most troubling moral dilemmas. 

An example would be the discussion on murder and mercy while Mason is eating his own face. It also covers topics like religion and identity.

It sucks that another even week is during another stressful week for me, but all these weeks are great and totally worth it! So here’s SoMa week-Day 1: Geeking Out

So Soul wasn’t so happy to what he saw in the Mirror, and Maka, she enjoys the view.

(Don’t go hard on me, it’s my first time drawing without even looking at a reference. You could say I did try!)