I completely missed the whole Pegasus B kerfuffle, and I'm not sad about it.

The only thing I got out of it is that somebody screamed that there wasn't enough het, and then the whole "slash neglects women" thing came up. Which inevitably leads to "TV neglects women" and "Why aren't there more interesting females lead roles" up to evil male network owners who discriminate poor women.
And like so many things fandom get all hot and bothered about, this is one of the arguments you can't win.
Because no matter what you say to the people who bring this up, they'll argue against it.
Explain that in your opinion women play an important part in whatever show they are watching?
It won't be "important enough".

Point out female lead roles to them?
They'll say that the female character is too male.

Ask what makes a woman "too male"?
They'll probably shoot you dead and scream "traitor!" at them.

I am so sick of that.
You know what? Get over it. Get over whatever issues you have with being a woman, and accept that some of us are quite happy in our bodies and with our sexuality.
And accept that some of us like men.
Take me for example:
I like men. I really like men. I like their muscles and their smell and the way they hold doors open for you just because you are female, and how they start talking a bit louder about their new motorbike with their friends in a bar, hoping you'll notice them. I like their bodies. Hell, I even like chest hair, and I never thought that would ever happen when I was fifteen.
I like to have sex with them.
And I really like nothing more than two watch them doing manly things on TV, read about them doing manly things in fic, having manly sex with other manly men. Read about them as MEN.
Because I like MEN.

Don't get me wrong, I like women too. But I chose to read and fantasize about MEN. My choice.

And if you can't accept that, that's your bad luck. But please leave me alone with your frustrated little cries for equal opportunity fic. I want to enjoy my fantasy men without interruption.

Also?
I don't think going down on my knees to give a blowjob is degrading.

There.
That will give you enough material to talk about with your therapist for years.

*wipes sweat from forehead*
I sure feel better now.

Edited: I meant what I said about not having followed the Pegasus B kerfuffle, so please, let's not bring it in here. I just needed to blow off some steam because I suddenly felt like I had to apologize for liking men. Isn't that discriminating? No one ever asked me to apologize for liking women. *g*
I didn't start watching NCIS because of Mark Harmon, but the fact that he had a lead role convinced me to give it a try.
Then I fell in love with Tony, Abby, Kate, Ducky, and even McGee.
I love everythign about Kate, I'd share Abby's coffin anytime. I want to do all sorts of things to McGee, just to see him blush, and Tony is one of the most attractive men I have ever seen.
Gibbs?
Just one of many.

Or so you'd think.
Because I find myself rewatching NCIS episodes not for the Gibbs/Tony interaction, not for the story, the jokes, the wonderful acting, but because of Mark Harmon.
I see him smile and I can't help but smile myself.

That's not what is worrying me though.
I first saw Mark Harmon on The West Wing. So, after I my little epiphany, I decided to rewatch the few WW episodes he appears in. Especially the scene on the shooting range.
And there is was.
Thirty years of feminism blown to hell.
This blatant show of male masochism and violence, the obvious "I'm a man and I will protect you, the women." The whole thing is so made to be turn-on, to show how male and sexy and strong Agent Donovan is, they didn't even try to hide it, because it is so obvious.
And what do I do?

Right, I get totally turned on.
Here I am, a self-confident, independent woman, and yet, put a gun in the hand of an attractive man and give him the role of the protector, and can hardly keep myself from dropping down to my knees to worship him.

That scene is one of the sexiest scenes on TV ever.

Yes, I can admit that to myself and to the rest of the world, but I still feel a little ashamed for feeling that way.

But it is so damn sexy.
So sexy.

This was the best screencap I could find, though I do mean the actual shooting scene )

Anyway, this has got me thinking.
Daniel doesn't turn me on when he uses his P-90.
Jack does.

Okay, with Jack I could tell myself that it's RDA, which excuses everything. But I find Mark Harmon, not in general, but in the two roles I've seen him in a lot sexier than Jack. No, let me rephrase that: I find it impossible not to find him exy despite my best attempts not to do so.

Because he carries off his AlphaMaleness in a very different way.
With RDA, there's always the little element of making fun of himself. He doesn't take himself seriously. His best moments are the ones where he is being funny, and then you can see how he decides that the joke is over and he gets back to business. That's when I get weak knees.

Gibbs just is alpha. As if he doesn't know how to be different, as if insecurity is a foreign word to him. And I fall for it. I don't want to, I tell myself that it is ridiculous to fall for that kind of thing, that as a strong and independent woman I really don't need a man who'd not let me have my way, who'd not let me want to have my way. But he doesn't care.
If you'd laugh about Jack's Alphamaleness, he'd look at you a bit offended, and then he'd try a different approach. Not that he'd admit it.

Gibbs? He wouldn't care.
It's driving me crazy. And the whole gun thing is worrying me even more, but at least with that I'm sure that I'd escape if it happened in real life, since I'm generally suspicious of people who carry guns.
But the whole Macho/Alpha/Men-in-charge thing?

Not so sure if I could escape from that one in real life.

To think that this is what I do with the freedom that feminism has fought for all this years...
My mom would be ashamed of me.

*goes off to watch the shooting scene again*

P.S.: Amazon.co.uk has West Wing DVDs on sale.
I figure I'm going to have to buy my own christmas presents anyway, so I might just as well buy myself something nice.
*orders*
I woke up this morning with a Sting song that I haven't heard for ages stuck in my ear, and the realization that I'm eternally grateful to be a woman.

Why?
No beard.

Oh, I like men. I can't say that I like beards in particular, but I don't mind waking up next to a man with a bit of stubble. It is manly. I am weak.
But imagine having a beard yourself! Wouldn't it be horrible? Having to shave everyday, or - if you don't - have this weird hair growing in your face?
See, that's the beauty of being a woman. Sure, we don't lack body parts that can be shaved. But we don't have to. And, say, if we don't shave our legs for a few days, there'll be hair, but it is soft and harmless. Unlike a beard. It doesn't get annoying.
Women are all soft and smooth when they wake up in the morning.
Women are beautiful.

(and while I'm declaring my love for women, I'd like to shortly mention how much I love LJ as well. I am in such a shitty mood because of work, and I was going to write a long, whiny entry, possibly crying, when I read my friendslist and it made me smile, and it reminded me that there are other things than work, and that I will eventually get over that stupid file. I love you. *smooches*)
I used to be this strong, independent woman. When I saw a man that I liked, I'd go talk to him and ask him out. Always in control, never waiting for them to make the first move (unless you count making them thinkthat theirs was the first move), never overwhelmed by my feelings or my desires.

Now?
I have developed a thing for men with iron phallic symbols swords and get weak knees seeing lips on water bottles.
When did that happen?
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