Hetero Performance
posted by on October 22 at 14:34 PM
To demonstrate what is a weak man and what is a strong man.
Sample one, from Bob Marley’s song “Waiting in Vain”:
Tears in my eyes girl Tears in my eyes girl While I’m waiting, waiting for your love.
Sample two, from A Tribe Called Quests’ “Bonita Applebum”:
38-24-37?
You and me hon, we’re a match made in heaven…
Ummm, I’d like to kiss you where some brothas won’t
The man in the Marley song has this in common with the man in the Tribe rap: He wants sex. But to achieve this goal, the man in the Marley song is hiding his hunger behind a display of hurt, a theater of emotions. The fact that he can cry for her love must mean he is sensitive, and the woman must sympathize with his sensitivity because women are sensitive by nature. If the man in the Marley song did not believe women are sensitive, then he would not use tears to get sex from them.
The man in the Tribe song is offering an act, a performance: he will go down on the woman. This is not emotional, this is a hard fact. If she goes to bed with him, he will go down on her.
We have no idea what the Marley man will do once he is in bed. Crying tells us nothing. We know what the Tribe man will do because he promised to perform a specific sex act. With the Tribe man, it is not a mystery of what will happen once in bed but a question of his promise: will he keep it?
In conclusion: Because performance has a higher value than the mere display of emotions, the weaker man is in the Marley song and the stronger one is in the Tribe rap.
I'll take Marley. And I don't even like him very much.
Tears in my eyes burn. Tears in my eyes burn. While I'll waiting, while I'm waiting for my turn.
Maybe you're familiar with a different version?
wordman, allow my memory a few cracks. i do not google everything.
Coming from some people, a display of emotion is far more rare, and thus more valuable.
I like the Tribe song much better though.
LOLd. And it is also my experience that the latter approach is still unlikely to work, statistically speaking, it is a far better bet.
I don’t know man, to me the guy in the Marley song is worse than you describe him, he admits that he is, “way down on your line.” he says, “don’t talk to me like you think ,Im dumb” In other words, he is content to being her he bitch, he is not running game (being emotional) to get some, he is blatantly and pathetically begging for a mercy fuck. He is at her mercy and is simply begging.
(insert "while" before "the latter")
I think Quest was talking about eating ass.
Even if ECB and Eli didn't work there, Charles should be running the Stranger.
@9 - yup.
@9 and 10
I just vomited in your butt hole a little
Yeah, one's a pussy and the other is an asshole. Neither is getting laid anytime soon.
it'd be like democratic underground for people who feel like they have valid opinions on art, architecture, fashion, politics, but are just parroting a silly version of marxism.
i love you dan paulus
@12:
The dicks, on the other hand...
Um, if Quest is talking about eating ass, I'm going home with neither man-- dudes telling me they're crying or that they'll rim me does nothing for me. Tell me you're gonna take me home for an Arrested Development marathon and a bottle of wine? Now we're talking.
Q-Tip is, as always, the smooth talker of the group. If Phife had a verse on that song, he'd straight up tell you he'll be eating your pussy, and you will like it.
And if you need 'em, I got crazy prophylactics.
Where's the outrage about the suggestion that if BONITA needs the man to wear protection, he will... ???
I mean, really!
Every once in a while, Charles writes something really interesting, challenging, and occasionally beautiful. The other 90% of the time, it's dreck like this. I swear he just sits around getting baked, wondering what kind of obtuse statement he can make to rile up Slog today.
Can I pick Humpty Hump instead?
Charles another erudite observation. Charles should be editor of The Stranger. Dan Savage has jumped the shark and it's time for a new direction. Charles is the perfect man for the job. If all of The Stranger were like Charles' writing, it could compete with the New Yorker for relevance, interest, and style.
Never had your ass licked, Jessica?
charles, you forget that the marley song is from another era, when frank sexuality suck as the tribe's was impossible. sexual acts had to be alluded to.
take Guava Jelly for instance. does bob sound 'weak' as he invites his paramour to rub 'it' (her genitalia &/or his semen) on his stomach?
"Groovy , Here I am
(Come rub pon me belly)
Like a guava jelly),
Ooh baby here I am
Come rub pon me belly
Like a guava jelly"
yeah, i didn't think so.
oh, and the lyrics to Lick Samba. whatever could mr. marley be suggesting?
Bring it up, a-lick it one time right here; - wo-oh, lick samba!
I'll settle a little, a claim, baby; - wo-oh, lick samba!
You can write it down in my name; - wo-oh, lick samba!
Morning time, noon or night; - wo-oh, lick samba!
A dis-a lick samba, lick samba, lick samba! Woh oh, lick samba!
Lick samba, lick samba, lick samba, wo now! Woh oh, lick samba!
Yea-yeah: /Instrumental section/ Wo, darlin'! Woh oh, lick samba!
Woo, yeah! If it's morning time, I'm ready
(lick samba, lick samba, lick samba); wo-oh, lick samba!
If it's late at night, I'm steady
(lick samba, lick samba, lick samba); wo-oh, lick samba!
Give it to you anytime, oh darlin'!
(lick samba, lick samba, lick samba) Wo-oh, lick samba!
I'm not a preacher, but I am callin'
(lick samba, lick samba, lick samba); wo-oh, lick samba!
/fadeout/
maxsolomon. Marely's kinky reggae:
Uh, ah-oh-oh! I went downtown, (I went downtown)
I saw miss brown; (said, I saw miss brown)
She had brown sugar (had brown sugar)
All over her booga-wooga. (over her booga-wooga)
I think I might join the fun, (I might join the fun)
But I had to hit and run. (had to hit
and run)
See I just cant settle down (just cant settle down)
In a kinky part of town.
Which begs the question, what kind of man are you, Charles? :)
Charles is a fine man. But he's not from here, if you know what I mean. Which makes his writing and observations quite interesting - and unique.
@22: Yeah, but way to turn me off by coming up directly for a kiss. Lots of stuff can go up there, but I'd prefer it wasn't your tongue. That should spend more time in other areas.
I think Charles is venting after loosing an arguement for "why Bob Marley sucks", or why anyone who likes Bob Marley is a whoose.
After that, I would suggest that ANY normal guy has probably figured out that women are a little more complicated than two lines of a song lyric.
Furthermore, it's not so much WHAT you say to a woman it's HOW you say it. And even that is variable. When you say it is even more important too ... women are more suggestive to sex (especially casual) at weddings, particular times of the month, emotional crises.
It's the imperative is what will inspire women to sleep with you ... and the emotion behind it ... if she is willing.
When a woman feels slighted by her last lover and WANTS to be desired then Bob Marley words win. She gets to feel desired. At this point it doesn't matter what the guy does, she is probably thinking about the other guy in her mind as she sleeps with waiting in vain guy. THEN perhaps when a woman feels the inadequit sexual performance of the guy she is perhaps with, THEN she wants tribe called quest promise of oral sex.
That's my two cents in a very very pointless conversation
If Charles were editor, we would still read the Stranger. Instead, we read SLOG.
Neither of those artists put it as eloquently as the Bloodhound Gang:
"You and me, baby, we ain't nothin' but mammals / So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel"
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