Tuesday, October 6, 2009
'Secret Girlfriend': Comedy Central's new sexist show
7 commentsDid that make you want to puke? Then you're going to love this:
We all know that Comedy Central is no stranger to disgustingly sexist shows, but "Secret Girlfriend," a new show about single guys in their 20s who act like they're 14, might just take the cake. This appalling sad excuse for a show portrays its main characters picking out women at bars and parties like they're picking out meat at a deli counter. They go through the women faster than pairs of underwear, because they all dumb bitches so who cares how they feel? I just want to get laid, bro!
Shows like this are the reason why people think women are just objects to be ogled, holes to be penetrated, and brainless sorority girls to be made fun of. It makes me wonder how any self-respecting woman can be in a show like this. Maybe they've never been told that they have the ability to be more in life than tits on a TV screen.
It sickens me that this piece of shit is on the same network as the brilliance of "The Daily Show." It also sickens me that I would be surprised if this show didn't turn out to be hugely popular, especially among teenage boys who have to learn how to treat women as objects somewhere. It's so sad that they're not only going to learn that a woman's ass is more important than her brain, but also that a "real man" behaves in this revolting frat boy-esque manner. Gag.
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October 15, 2009 at 12:19 AM
Thank you!! I just saw the commercial and sat there with my mouth open for a few seconds. I did some research online and now I am so pissed I don't know what to do.
November 2, 2009 at 9:28 AM
What a surprise. Feminists don't like a TV show about guys trying to get laid. They are offended by a comedy designed to attract male viewers. That is SOOOOOOO surprising.
Go watch lifetime, you can get your "all men are evil" male bashing medicine there.
By the way, I thought women who weren't afraid of showing the world they want sex as much as men was a positive thing in feminist eyes? Yes? No? Oh I know...only when the woman is picking random guys out of a crowded bar then it's ok...not the other way around...that's just sexist.
November 11, 2009 at 6:52 PM
To November 2nd:
Obviously you just don't "get" why programs such as this offend women. I think it's typical that men view feminists as bitter man-haters who watch nothing but adapted Danielle Steel movies on the Lifetime channel. That is SOOOOOOO surprising.
Why don't you stop generalizing all feminists and all women? As a woman, I can tell you that this disgusting excuse for a show sickens me to the bone. Why? Because it objectifies women, and it makes them look like sexual, brainless objects to be used by men.
By the way, name one thing in the media that paints men as objects to be used and diposed of by women....um...none! That's because this country (and the world for that matter), is run by a bunch of male sexist pigs.
And just clear this up...I like getting laid as much as a man does (gasp). But I don't degrade myself in public or act like I have the mentality of a snowpea to get what I want (like the women do in this stupid show).
Go watch Comedy Central, you can get your "all women are air-headed sex dolls" female degrading medicine there.
Never since The Man Show (where there was a skit at the end where women bounce on trampolines while nearly naked) have I seen a more blatanly offensive series.
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