Porn Culture: Candyland Edition
They are called Couture Pops; bedazzled lollipop sticks, upon which you screw in a flavoured ball of candy. Pretty young women, who have found a way to create a dubious pastiche of a career out of showing up at events, are paid as promoters, dutifully carrying their candy to events and being photographed sucking on them while walking the red carpet.

I am not even sure where to start, unpacking that photo. Male gaze, sexual objectification of women, sexualizing the accoutrements of children? Or maybe it is enough to state the obvious: we live in a culture where a young woman’s paid job can be giving a simulated blowjob to a piece of candy while walking the red carpet in order to be photograhed by the media.

“Morning commute” radio in Chicago is a piss-poor assortment that sounds something like this: all-male crew spewing misogyny, all-male crew spewing misogyny, and Eric and Kathy, a male-female crew, spewing (slightly less) misogyny than the rest of their cohort. Never heard them? Let me summarize. Every day, their conversation goes like this: Eric says something awful about women, or makes fun of gay people, or comments on Kathy’s breasts, or calls their traffic reporter a spinster, or talks about how he is a caveman who doesn’t understand his wife’s need to use hair conditioner (essentially, he is completely ripping off Tim Allen’s entire ’80s stand-up routine), and then Kathy squeals. That’s it. Their whole schtick.