PeterT,

Perhaps it is a song that brings our into the open, at long last, that mindless, vicious, sexism that exists under a thin veneer of civility that many contemporary men carry arround.

Back in the sixties (when it looked like it might be possible to uproot centuries of racism), I had black friends who liked to say things like, "When someone calls me a "Nigger" to my face, I respect that, because at least he is being upfront about where he's at. The people that disgust me are the ones who look me in the eye and call me, "Brother", and then go on with business as usual."

In another way, that song is a good thing, because it is right there, in everybody's face, showing that yes, there is a vicious, abusive sexism, alive and well out there--and instead of quoting gov't statistics about glass ceilings and inequality of wages, all that is necessary is just to show them the New Yorker--

And yes, the lyrics bother me, but I am thankful that there are still people out there stupid enough to say what they really think, because they expose the people who try to tell us that things are fine as liars, and the strengthen the resolve of everybody who is fighting for change--(sorry, but I figured this is supposed to be a rant thread, and one rant is as good as another)