What? Play Barbie Girl. Shop Barbie. Make a dollhouse. I do. Perhaps one of history’s best sexist songs is by the Danish-Norwegian dance pop-rock group Aqua and it really, really rocks your socks off.
But it’s hard to say. There’s just so much more. I mean, the Rolling Stone’s obsessive control with Under My Thumb and Rod Stewart’s I Was Only Joking or the Ken doll lying face-down in the lonely sand of a deserted beach.
Video might’ve killed the radio star, but sexism never faded from the darker corners of the media world, lingering behind the bright lights and polished broadcasts. It hides in hiring panels, in backroom conversations, in the way certain voices get amplified while others are quietly dismissed. The industry loves to reinvent itself, chasing the newest platform or trend, yet some of its oldest and ugliest habits persist stubbornly beneath the surface. Behind every glossy production, there are still people pushing uphill against biases that should’ve died long before videotape.
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