Cock-Blocking: Woman Just Say 'No' to Sexist DJ Mag

Words by: Cila Warncke
Posted: 1/11/11 15:11

All the Ladies in the ClubSexism is a fact. Pop culture is full of it, business is full of it, movies are full of it and so forth. To get noticed purely for being sexist requires something pretty damn special. Step up CLUB CULTURE and take a bow!

Today’s shining example of what happens when you treat the world as if half its population doesn’t exist except to stand around in skimpy clothing, flutter our eyelashes and maybe give the DJ a blow-job after the show, is the DJ MAG TOP 100 (no link, this is all the additional publicity they’re getting from me).

The 2011 TOP 100 poll boasts exactly zero female DJs. This is so flat-out ludicrous even the Guardian newspaper  has taken a break from worrying about the economy to comment on it.

DJ Hanna Hanra writes: “I guess maybe the whole unbalance is something to do with the fact that it's only in the past 5 years that most venues have acquired CD decks, so you no longer have to play from vinyl, which is heavy to carry. Maybe that's why there are so many more men at the top. They're better at carrying heavy things.

Or maybe it’s just that the masturbatory basement dwellers who vote in the DJ Mag Top 100 poll prefer like to imagine themselves a world-famous DJ with a host of concubines, so they cast their straw for the man most likely to get laid. Whatever it is, it’s pathetic. And the worst thing is there are plenty of women who cater to this bullshit.

I got an e-flyer the other week for DJ Diva who sells herself as the best and first Topless DJ in the world (again, no link!) Apparently this silicone-boobed wonder is all about: “putting up a great show flirting with her DJ' skills and erotic vibe, changing from extravagant to erotic clothes, taking it of [sic] as she dj's. She can be booked in combination with a go-go and erotic pole dance show.

So, here’s a revolutionary idea for women: try a little dignity. Buy your own damn drinks. Get high on your own supply. Don’t suck up to - or suck off - a guy because he can beat match...Because it’s so impressive when a woman takes her clothes off in a club? Sadly, it isn’t. There’s no polite way to say it, but a lot of low-grade whoring goes on at parties. I remember the shock on a friend’s face when a girl offered him sex for drugs. He turned her down, so he’s still my friend. But I’m not naïve enough to think it was an isolated incident. Girls who dress up, go out, take a guy’s drugs, drink on his tab then fuck him at the end of the night are basically dishonest prostitutes. At least professional whores don’t front.  

That’s their choice,” you may say. And it is. But choices have consequences and women who accept and/or engage in this behaviour discredit female DJs. Men should be able to tell the difference between a hard-working, talented, sincere female DJ and a dancefloor groupie but, let’s be honest, a lot of them can’t. Especially not when they’ve got vodka where their brain cells should be.

As long as the first thing they think of when they think “women in clubs” is half-naked dancers or dozy bimbos hanging on their arm in exchange for a line of coke they’ll jump to conclusions about any woman who works in clubs for a living. So, here’s a revolutionary idea for women: try a little dignity. Buy your own damn drinks. Get high on your own supply. Don’t suck up to – or suck off – a guy because he can beat match. Keep your clothes on – especially if you’re a DJ.

Women need to demand respect. Boycott DJ Mag and their cock-fest of a Top 100. Support female DJs. Buy her record, go to her gig, listen to her radio shows, blog about her podcast, whatever! One of the reasons I’m proud of I Voice is it treats female artists as artists. Check out our stories about awesome women DJs: Maya Jane Coles, Heidi, Dinky, Cassy, Miss Kittin, Ada, Kate Simko, Lucca, Monika Kruse, Daisy Heartbreaker, Nicole Moudaber, Magda  and Sam Divine.  Every single one of them is achieving great things while fully dressed. Let’s have more of that, please.  


Roberto Capuano
Politics Of Dancing
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