My favorite time to objectify Dean is when he is breaking the windows out of the Impala with that crowbar/tire iron thingy. The t shirt, the sweat, the arms. He is objectified.

I didn't give that comment much brain space but what did cross my mind was, "Nah. Don't."

Which tangentially reminded me of a conversation with male co-workers about some trashy line they'd heard another guy use. I made some offhanded snark like, "Shuh! That would never work on a woman!" They all turned toward me with apologetic looks, "Um. Well. Yeah. Pretty much every time." I despaired for my kind.

OMG I am never going away from my internets again. I missed all the spicy brain talk! Woe!

Wow, I have a lot to think about now. Including, apparently, Dean breaking the Impala's back window. Which is not quite when I objectify, but more when I want to cuddle him and make him tea.

I just didn't want to remain silent as if the above post spoke for me. Nothing more.

Thanks. I do apologize if my joke caused offense. I did consider whether or not to post it, but, like Erin said, I figured I had naughty joke privileges.

Which is not quite when I objectify, but more when I want to cuddle him and make him tea.

And we're back to the tea again!

Seriously. Maybe I'm a Sensitive New Age Gal!

I objectify Dean most when he's fixing the car. Or wearing a tux. Or being compassionate to a little boy who's been traumatized. Or smirking. Or chewing on a pen.

Um.

Or on the phone, or sleeping, or eating, or...

Exactly.

And dude, we objectify men here! A lot! Sometimes. Ok, a lot.

The thing is, as men we don't have millennia of history of people trying to diminish us via objectification. While expectations of providerhood and living up to some manly ideal are their own ball of wax, pretty much all we've had to face of a similar nature are a few decades of being portrayed as hapless overgrown children in commercials and sitcoms, and even that loses some of its sting when we can turn off the TV and return to a real life that's overly biased in our favor. I think objectification issues hit a lot harder when directed toward women, and there's much greater potential for underlying nastiness due to cultural baggage.

But another thing is, I'm pretty sure that most of the women here are capable of/not shy about saying if/when something bothers them without men stepping in to say it for us.

(this is said with huge love for Karl and Matt)

::hugs Karl and Matt (with their permission, of course). instructs P-C on tea-making::

There's a whole thing on the tea ceremony and its symbolism that...ah, I won't go into here. Just that the tea-maker is subject to the tea-reciever. As it were.

Um. Pedant alert. The car window that was smashed belonged to a junker sitting beside the Impala, with maneuvering room between the two cars, and with the hood pointed the opposite direction. Check your dvds, or the overhead caps that are available of that scene. Just...FYI. And apologies. End pedant alert.