Femininismo, mídia e música

Contribuição: Thiago Falcão

Não é incomum encontrar imagens estereotipadas espalhadas por toda a produção midiática – e de fato, certos teóricos encaixam os meios de comunicação de massa no mesmo eixo que pais, amigos e professores como principais responsáveis senão pela aquisição, ao menos pela mudança dessas idéias pré-fabricadas.
No campo da música os exemplos são vastos – mas escolhemos três exemplos distintos de discursos associados à idéia do feminismo pra ilustrar este post: se os dois primeiros se baseiam fortemente na idéia da defesa do feminismo, o terceiro não vai muito por esta via – e vale a pena perceber que nos três exemplos são mulheres que cantam.


Hanin Elias, membro-fundador da famosa banda alemã anarco-ativista Atari Teenage Riot fundou seu selo Fatal Recordings para servir de plataforma para idéias feministas, lançando unicamente mulheres cantando música de cunho politizado.
Hanin, com seu estilo e idéias, viria a influenciar duas garotas de Liverpool que além de compartilhar a idolatria da produtora por guitarras distorcidas e sintetizadores, compartilhavam também suas idéias.

Assim surgia o Robots in Disguise, abrindo seu primeiro álbum, auto-intitulado, com a faixa “Girl”, clamando por respeito no próprio modo como os homens se referem a mulheres. Os lyrics da faixa dão uma idéia de qual o conteúdo do estereótipo impresso às mulheres:

Robots in Disguise

Girl

You like to throw up words
Speak to us s’if we got germs
And label us with junior terms
I’m a dog I’m a pig I’m a cow I’m a bird (Tweet Tweet)
Your tongue twists and scars
I need these tags like stabs in the heart
Names for my sex – Oh Blah Blah Blah
I’m a slag I’m a slut I’m a tramp I’m a tart
It’s not a dirty word
It’s not a dirty word
C’mon use it dream it choose t own it sign it scream it
G-I-R-L – GIRL!!
We’re a double X and proud of it
So vexed -Shan’t mind our language
With the F word – F for feminist
I’m a doll I’m a witch I’m a peach I’m a bitch
Hands up ‘f u wanna be in our gang
Cos ladies need a modern vocab
and for starters snatch the old school slang
I’m a twat I’m a bag I’m a cunt I’m a shag

Nem tudo, contanto, no mundo das mulheres e da música, é política. Nellie Mckay, comediante, atriz (recentemente Ciara, no filme PS. I Love You) e cantora, abre seu álbum Obligatory Villagers, com um tom de desafio às feministas – sugerindo que, na verdade, elas precisam de homens, não de idéias:

Nellie McKay

Mother Of Pearl

Feminists don’t have a sense of humor
Feminists just want to be alone (boo-hoo)
Feminists spread vicious lies and rumor
They have a tumor on their funny bone

They say child molestation isn’t funny
Rape and degradation’s just a crime (lighten up, ladies)
Rampant prostitution, sex for money (what’s wrong with that)
Can’t these chicks do anything but whine

Dance break
Woo-hoo
(Take it off)

They say cheap objectification isn’t witty, it’s hot
Equal work and wages worth the fight (sing us a new one)
On demand abortion, every city (okay, but no gun control)
Won’t these women ever get a life

Feminists don’t have a sense of humor (poor Hilary)
Feminists and vegetarians
Feminists spread vicious lies and rumor
They’re far too sensitive to ever be a ham
That’s why these feminists just need to find a man

I’m Dennis Kucinich, and I approve this message

James Brown, Maceo Parker, Fred Wesley e, claro, Bootsy Collins

Estereótipos e música: atomic dog

Yeah, this is a story of a famous dog
For the dog that chases its tail will be dizzy
These are clapping dogs, rhythmic dogs
Harmonic dogs, house dogs, street dogs
Dog of the world unite
Dancin’ dogs
Yeah
Countin’ dogs, funky dogs
Nasty dogs (Dog)

Atomic dog
Atomic dog

Like the boys
When they’re out there walkin’ the streets
May compete
Nothin’ but the dog in ya

Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah
Bow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah
Bow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah

Like the boys
When they’re out there walkin’ the streets
May compete
Nothin’ but the dog in ya

Why must I feel like that
Oh, why must I chase the cat

Like the boys
When they’re out there walkin’ the streets
May compete
Nothin’ but the dog in ya

Ruff
Ruff
Ruff

Why must I feel like that
Why must I chase the cat
Nothin’ but the dog in me

Why must I feel like that
Why must I chase the cat
Nothin’ but the dog in me

Why must I feel like that
Why must I chase the cat
Nothin’ but the dog in me

Why must I feel like that
Why must I chase the cat
Nothin’ but the dog in me

Do the dogcatcher, dogcatcher
Do the dogcatcher
Do the dogcatcher, dogcatcher
Do the dogcatcher

Do the dogcatcher, baby, do the dogcatcher
Ooh

Why must I feel like that
Why must I chase the cat
Nothin’ but the dog in me

Why must I feel like that
Why must I chase the cat
Nothin’ but the dog in me

Bow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah
Bow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah

Just walkin’ the dog
Oh, atomic dog

Futuristic bow-wow

Ruff

Leader of the pack
Wild dog

Why must I feel like that
Why must I chase the cat
Just the dog in me
Nothin’ but the dog in me

Why must I feel like that
Why must I chase the cat
Just the dog in me
Nothin’ but the dog in me

Why must I feel like that
Why must I chase the cat
The dog in me (Dog in me)
The dog is in me (Dog in me)

Do the dogcatcher, dogcatcher
Do the dogcatcher
Do you wanna do the dogcatcher
Well, baby, why don’t you do it again for me

Dogcatcher, dogcatcher
Do the dogcatcher

House-trained dogs
Wild dogs
Say it again

Why must I feel like that
Why must I chase the cat

Estereótipos e música: país tropical

Estereótipos e música: veraneio vascaína

Preconceitos, por klausklih

Bobby Brown

Hey there, people, Im bobby brown
They say Im the cutest boy in town
My car is fast, my teeth is shiney
I tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie
Here I am at a famous school
Im dressin sharp n im
Actin cool
I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper
Let her do all the work n maybe later Ill rape her

Oh God I am the american dream
I do not think Im too extreme
An Im a handsome sonofabitch
Im gonna get a good job n be real rich

(get a good
Get a good
Get a good
Get a good job)

Womens liberation
Came creepin across the nation
I tell you people I was not ready
When I fucked this dyke by the name of freddie
She made a little speech then,
Aw, she tried to make me say when
She had my balls in a vice, but she left the dick
I guess its still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick

Oh God I am the american dream
But now I smell like vaseline
An Im a miserable sonofabitch
Am I a boy or a lady…i dont know which

(I wonder wonder
Wonder wonder)

So I went out n bought me a leisure suit
I jingle my change, but Im still kinda cute
Got a job doin radio promo
An none of the jocks can even tell Im a homo
Eventually me n a friend
Sorta drifted along into s&m
I can take about an hour on the tower of power
long as I gets a little golden shower

Oh God I am the american dream
With a spindle up my butt till it makes me scream
An Ill do anything to get ahead
I lay awake nights sayin, thank you, fred!
Oh god, oh god, Im so fantastic!
Thanks to freddie, Im a sexual spastic
And my name is bobby brown
Watch me now, Im goin down,
And my name is bobby brown
Watch me now, Im goin down,

Estereótipos e música: mas que nada

Estereótipos e música: whiskey in the jar

As I was goin´ over
The Cook and Kerry mountains
I saw the Captain Farrell
His money he was countin´
I first produced my pistol
And then produced my rapier
I said stand and deliver
Or the devil he may take ya

I took all of his money
And it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money
And I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she´d love me
No never would she leave me
But devil take that woman
YEAH!
For you know she tricked me easy

Musha raim dumb’a dumb’a dumb dah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There´s whiskey in the jar-o

Being drunk and weary
I went to Molly’s chamber
Taking Molly with me
But I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven
Yeah i watched Captain Farrell
I jumped up with my pistols
And I shot him with both barrells

Musha raim dumb’a dumb’a dumb dah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o

Yeah Yeah Whiskey!
Yeah, oh

Now some men like the fishing
And some men like the fowling
And some men like the hear
The hear cannon ball a roaring
Me I like sleeping
Specially in my Molly´s chamber
But here I am in prison
Here I am with a ball and chain, yeah

Musha raim dumb’a dumb’a dumb dah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There´s whiskey in the jar-o
Yeah
Whiskey in the jar-o

Musha raim dumb’a dumb’a dumb dah
Musha raim dumb’a dumb’a dumb dah
Musha raim dumb’a dumb’a dumb dah
Musha raim dumb’a dumb’a dumb dah

Estereótipos e música: coqueiro verde