Following on from my last post, I got thinking about the reception of women in music, rather than just their representation. Now, this is something that encapsulates the world of music as a whole entity, in that not only are female artists themselves subject to a torrent of abuse regarding gender, but there is an entire orgy of horror stories bubbling away beneath the glitzy neon lights of musical stardom.
Pulling back the curtains to take a behind-the-scenes look at the business as a whole creates a strong foundation for the injustices of an industry to be built upon. The world of music has been long-attributed as the realm of men; the heavily-tattooed shady-looking sound tech, the seedy, leering merch guy, the archetypal womanising rockstar persona – there is no end to the list of Jaggers and Osbournes setting a precedent for the industry as a well-guarded fortress for men only. The entire thing carries a sense of masculine bravado that instantly ostracises any woman who steps into the field. In a way, contemporary society, influenced in part by media portrayals and the romanticisation of the grungy, local dive venue, has condemned even the physical space that music sets itself within as carrying an inherently “manly” badge of honour. The politics of music production and performance, particularly at grass-roots levels are extremely skewed towards its male participants, with the DIY approach seeming only to further encourage the exclusivity of the local music scene as an out-and-out boys club. Not only is the stage a big no-no for girls, but everything around it (that isn’t throwing your bra amorously at the lead singer) is often deemed out-of-bounds it seems too. Continue reading “Man’s World: The Normalisation of Misogynistic Attitudes in Music”