Starting this blog has been one of the more rewarding and exciting things I’ve done in my life.
Opening up the conversation about women in rock music (and I hope eventually once I become more “worldly” that I can expand my knowledge to other genres) has led me to some cool experiences and conversations already with a wide variety of women, men, and “the media.”
I didn’t think I would experience this so early in the piece, and I’m grateful for everyone who reads my ramblings. Love.
So, shortly after I launched this blog, I had a PR friend of mine contact me with a very exciting proposal they wanted to include me in.
They wanted to pitch an editorial piece on basically exactly what Good for a Girl is about – the absurd and often hilarious discrimination of women in rock music – to one of the most popular women’s magazines in Australia and of course I was excited.
They already had a slew of amazing women lined up and ready to share their tales, so I was like “hell yeah, mother fucker.”
I loathe typical women’s magazines, personally.
“how to get him to scream in the bed!” ..uh, stab him with a steak knife?
“how to get that bikini body” …umm put a bikini on your body?
“How to get flawless skin” maybe stop encouraging women to cake on 3 tonnes of make up every damn day of their lives causing them skin issues and sadness?
But, the other women they had gotten on board are women I look up to in New Zealand/Australian rock music and I was honoured to have the opportunity to share my weird-ass voice alongside them to a market that all-too-often gets sold (and willingly buys in to) messages of “you’re not good enough.”
Well fuck, it turns out we weren’t good enough, either.
My mate got back in touch with me to tell me that the editor of this academically-regarded piece of fine monthly social commentary for women (sarcasm) turned down the pitch because she wanted “scandal.”
I can just picture her (yes, her!!!) in the boardroom. All her writers sitting around the round table, while she enthusiastically shouts at them,
“I want RAPES!
I want MURDERS!
I want ‘the sound guy told me to wear a shorter skirt so i STABBED HIM!’”
These are, of course, very real and serious issues that are still ongoing in the music industry (and beyond).
But what myself and the other women lined-up to share their stories wanted to talk about is equally important – because it’s about the overall passive lack of respect for simply being a woman, which is exactly what sets a mass mindset that manifests in to these more extreme situations.
It’s more culturally ingrained and it continues the harmful narrative; women are less-than and should be treated as such.
You gotta break this shit down from base level. From the level where Colin Smellyshirt hates your tights, or from where male fans think it’s okay to rub your butt.
These magazines aren’t helping anybody – man or woman. Not only did they turn down the opportunity to shed light on the culture of subtle sexism and help contribute to the conversation to shift this culture; they also turned down an opportunity to spotlight some talented woman living in their country, working hard, achieving their dreams. Creating pathways to inspire teenaged girls and even older women the confidence that they can TOO do anything.
And doesn’t that whack-ass editor realise that they would’ve looked fucking cool doing that?
Well if you’re going to do something right, you should do it yourself.
So, I will tell these stories. Keep an eye out for interviews coming soon. I don’t know how I’m going to do it, but it’s going to happen.
And if you know of any women who would be keen to contribute their experiences – please let me know by contacting me.