Damsel in Distress

Okay thought I would round off a semester of ranting blog posts with a subject we all are familiar with-let's take a trip down memory lane to Dreamworlds, people.

How many of us have heard Hold On by Drake on the radio? *Emily raises her hand because she's def jammed out hard to it, possibly to the point of driving dangerously* Okay, I love me some Drake. I can't help it. I just do. His songs...I mean the feels, honestly. But has anybody SEEN this music video? It's embarrassingly and blatantly sexist.

Let's begin...first of all I'm diggin the Miami Vice/Scarface thing that's going on in the music video, but literally one of the first things out of one of the mobsters mouth is about the "female company" and how they can't "discuss business." Because women are idiots and arm candy and God forbid they could ever understand that their gangster boyfrannds are sketchy as eff. Already I am not about this life.

Then we flash to the image of Drake's lady love (hair big, pout is red and plumped, she's scantily clad in WHITE-seriously can we get over this purity deal?-lingerie, you know, the standard and expected stereotypes about women in the sexualized male fantasy world of music videos).

PLOT TWIST. About to spoil this for all you uncultured internet fiends who don't watch Drake videos. The girl is kidnapped because she's weak, helpless, and dependent on men for not only her strength but her ability to lock the doors/close the windows/call the cops, cool. Now folks, we have on our hands the typical "damsel in distress" situation that is the most cliché of all male fantasies. This is so unoriginal it's painful. She calls Drake, crying about how "this is scary" (a nuanced observation). Although I'm much more worried about how cold her ass is, considering she's wearing little to no clothes. Seriously, frost bite is a possible thing at this point, (even though this takes place in Miami, bear with my heavy sarcasm).

The mean evil dude who looks Eastern-European (heavy brow, thick gold chain, chest hair-I'm just runnin with the stereotypes that are being presented to me, okay?) says something to the effect of: "He took what is mine and now I've taken what is his". Yes, because women are simply objects that exist only for the purpose of being possessed. Good deal. And considering that Drake probably took this guy's cash-o-la, we just equated women to currency, people. I mean, at the end of a long day, what's another objectification?

The cherry on top might've been when we started toying with the stereotypes about masculinity. Drake and his mobsta pals literally walk into a friggin armory and choose from a whole variety from automatic weapons. *Emily sighs, shaking her head, words escaping her*

SOOOO in conclusion, Drake shoots up the place, kills a bunch of people, blows some shit up, and after that whole scene, saves his half-nakey woomun from being choked by the scary hairy guy.

YAY STEREOTYPES!

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