Let them eat CAKE!

No, not Marie Antoinette. Let the feminists eat Cake.

After a three-hour rampage of wikipedia and google, I found this not-so-appetizing, third-wave feminist group called CAKE based in New York and San Francisco. They were founded by two NYU and Columbia graduate women seeking to free the sexually repressed women of the nation (or at least the ones ready to get down and dirty).

However, their strong-willed feminist ideals seem to fade behind the disco lights and platform boots of the CAKE promotion parties. Every month, CAKE throws these lavish, risque, pornstar-worthy galas where women are free to dress like prostitutes and kiss one another--without worrying about tomorrow. Of course, these sex-positive feminists find it liberating, while the male spectator feasts on asses and tities. But who can blame them? They're here to support feminism.

If you read the wikipedia entry on sex-positive feminism, it sounds, well, liberating. They believe in equality in and out of the bedroom, "raunch culture", and female sex subjects (not objects). But this doesn't mean Baby Spice sex appeal. We're talking more like Posh Spice: not subtle and not pink.

But when feminism turns into an overdone excuse to get naked, it overshadows the daytime feminists in office. How can a woman, to quote Ludacris, "be a lady on the street and a freak in bed" AND a freak in the club at the same time? I don't see how Striptease-a-thons are supposed to empower women (unless they're getting paid, which they're not). Otherwise, it's just another hoe-down to me.

Hungry for Cake?: http://www2.cakenyc.com/