A YouTube show that challenges contestants to eat increasingly spicy chicken wings has raised the ire of a Tulsa media-studies professor.
According to a professor of media studies at the University of Tulsa, the YouTube show Hot Ones is problematic because it “manipulates inequitable gender hierarchies.”
In case you aren’t familiar with Hot Ones, it’s a show where the host challenges his guests to eat increasingly spicy chicken wings. Seems pretty harmless, right? An innocent chicken-eating show couldn’t possibly be something that’s actually hurting women, could it?
Well, Professor Emily J. H. Contois thinks it could. According to her paper, “The spicy spectacular: food, gender, and celebrity on Hot Ones,” published in the journal Feminist Media Studies, the show “creates, maintains, and manipulates inequitable gender hierarchies through the interrelated performances of gender, food consumption, and celebrity.”
In other words: According to Contois, society just doesn’t accept the idea of women eating spicy foods, and that is the reason that only eleven women have appeared as contestants on the show so far. Women, she argues, know that they don’t really stand a chance on Hot Ones, because gender binaries “create power hierarchies by feminizing dainty, light, and sweet flavors and foods, eaten in small portions with restraint.”
The paper goes on to claim that society conditions people to believe that “real men” are supposed to “seek out and conquer” spicy foods, and that “being the type of dude who loves hot sauce is part of performing conventional masculinity . . . through actions like disregarding risk and facing danger fearlessly.” Women, on the other hand, aren’t supposed to eat messy foods like wings, or to discuss topics such as the effects that spicy foods might have on their digestive tracts, because these topics are “often considered taboo for women to openly discuss, let alone as part of a celebrity persona” without adopting a sort of “cool girl” persona, which some women might not want to do.
Cointois also criticizes the fact that the host of the show, Sean Evans, apparently has a “white, heterosexual, cisgendered, everyman brand of masculinity.”
Maybe I’m some kind of idiot, but I really don’t think that any of this is all that complicated. I don’t think that Hot Ones was conceived as a masculinity contest so much as it was the only kind of contest-show idea left that hadn’t already been done before. It’s not like it’s really adding anything new to our culture, either. Both men and women have been challenging each other to eat spicy foods for ages. I have distinct childhood memories of my brother and I daring each other to eat spicy peppers or hot sauces at restaurants, and desperately trying to avoid choking or tearing up to look cool. I can also admit that I’ve definitely eaten wings before — believe it or not, often even with other women — and have never once thought about the act of eating them as being something that somehow counters my femininity. I wouldn’t say that I have had to adopt a “cool girl” persona in order to do so, either, especially considering that I have worn a Dashboard Confessional T-shirt as recently as last night.
Perhaps in the past it might not have been considered okay for women to eat food like chicken wings, but I would argue that we are actually quite past this point now. If you don’t believe me, I’d suggest that you walk up to any dude on the street and ask him: “Would you ever consider dating a woman who had eaten spicy chicken wings before?” I can guarantee you that he won’t say “no.” In fact, he probably won’t even bother to say “yes,” because it goes without saying that the answer is “yes.” He’ll probably just look at you like you’re a crazy person and walk away.
I don’t know why more women have not appeared on Hot Ones. Maybe it’s because they don’t feel like it. Maybe some of them just don’t like spicy food. But to suggest that the reason is because women don’t feel that they are free to eat chicken wings in America in 2018 is about as absurd as it gets. The show is one thing, but I’d bet you’d have a harder time finding a woman who hasn’t eaten them than finding one who has — because some things, like eating chicken, just aren’t about gender.
seems that Cointois needs some coutious
Coitus, even.
Idiocy. My wife likes food considerably spicier than i like or can even stomach. Maybe we need common sense liberal control laws.
She needs to be bent over a chair and be given a spicey hot one.
Consentingly
As an outdoors person, I prefer the bending over to be over a stump.
My wife is definately an outdoors person.
Another neutered douche bag with a degree in search of a problem.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2OVtpnpCOKM
The reason more women don’t appear on Hot Ones is that their menfolk don’t like to feel the burn on their pecker later that night.
Kinda reminds me of Old Pangloss’ story that most breast cancer is cause by men who smoke.
The only problem I have with spicy food is firetail.
M C
Leaves men with a red hot poker.
Tulsa, huh? Has to be a transplant from a lib State. What a ditz.
Me female Asian Persuasion tears into hot wings like a starving cave woman.
Even she’d tell this bitch to get clue, and pass the hot sauce.
Puts hot lips Houlihan to shame.
This doesn’t fit that well, but the hell with it. I like the tune.
But, but… I thought that gender was a SOCIAL Construct??
Just when you think over-educated under-intelligent feminist morons have hit stupidity rock bottom, they break out the TNT and the pickaxes to get through the bedrock to new depths of stupidity never before contemplated by men or women.
Feminazis are joyless.
I wonder if the faminazis have ever studied how much their antics CAUSE misogyny? Nothing erodes my respect for a woman faster than hearing a bunch of liberal bullshit like this come out of her mouth.
BTW- if you’re interested: [img?w=553&h=&crop=1&zoom=2[/img] https://emilycontois.com/blog/
Holy shit! And she’s married. Probably to some beta male cuck! I’ll bet he likes watching her get dugout by Chad and Tyrone
That dress looks like it was sewn by the blind. Using their feet.
I looked at her blog, and something stuck out to me- it was extremely boring. It sucks. Everything was dresses and clothing and food-related. Suddenly, I realized WHY it sucked. It was all Feminine. There was no content aimed at someone, like me, who suffers from the debilitating life-long effects of acute inherited masculinity. Her blog is, obviously, pro-feminist anti-masculinity and I’m highly offended as a result.
I think her blog, and practically all female culture needs to be made fair and inclusive for people, like me, who through no fault of our own suffer from the life-long effects of masculinity. We need to be catered to and included, not excluded from culture and entertainment and politics and the campus.
Therefore, I believe we need to protest and demand that all feminist entertainment, websites, books, magazines, etc include tits and explosions and hot sauce and car articles and gun ads and beef jerky and video games and beer and pictures from WWII. Only then will the struggle be complete. They’ll have ruined our manly stuff and we’ll have ruined their girly stuff.
When you and your female frenemy/companion/whatever can both pick up a Cosmo at the grocery checkout line and she can read something stupid, like “THE ALL CHOCOLATE-DIPPED STRAWBERRY DIET THAT WILL GET YOU TO LOSE 10LBS THIS WEEK!!!!” while you’re reading the all-nude gun review section in the back, “COSMO TEST-FIRED 6 DIFFERENT AR15S THIS WEEK! HERE’S WHAT HAPPENED!” then the struggle will be complete.
I know none of us really care enough about this bullshit to actually lift a finger about it, but wouldn’t it be fucking hilarious to use their own bullshit arguments against them and their toxic femininity? I find their girly shit way more offensive than my guy shit. If they can protest hot sauce, I can protest Lifetime.
I find it hilarious that the SJW are saying that the eating of hot spicy food is sexist and masochist. Now, on the lighter and more humorous side, here’s a real way to have fun with hot food. First, go to Walmart and head for the pickle section and buy a jar of “Vlassic Hot Stuff”. It contains all kinds of pickled vegetables including the pickles but you will notice the MANY small green peppers immersed in it. Now, pick out one of those little green peppers and dare someone to eat it. Tell ’em you will give them $10 if they bite into that tiny green pepper. Observing the look on their face and immense pouring of sweat is worth the $10. I bribed a real ass-kicking bruiser (he beat the hell out of 4 guys one time) into doing it and it kicked his ass which he told me was set on fire all the next day, all caused by merely biting the tip off the pepper, which he spit out!
Fuck that shit. Women can handle heat a lot better than men can.
Bitch has obviously never heard of “Country Music,” “Country Girls,” “Country Cookin’,” and never drunk under the table by a “Country Girl” who could down “Shine” like it’s Gatorade!! ‘Bitch obviously never heard of “Country!!!”
skybill
Aint that the truth. Our women up here can drink me right on under the table. The real Morehouse ladies club. They can cook. They can drink.
Her CV
Education
PhD, AMERICAN STUDIES, 2018
Brown University
Doctoral Certificate: Gender and Sexuality Studies, 2018
Dissertation: “The Dudification of Diet: Food Masculinities in Twenty-First-Century America”
This is what passes for Higher Education in 2018.
Moar feminist/libtard twattery….
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-07-14/liberal-meltdown-furious-libs-outraged-after-elon-musk-revealed-one-top-republican
So I just had to respond to one of the snowflakes..
some of the comments to her are hilarious…. you folks should check it out…
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I grow Carolina Reapers, ghost peppers, savinas, scorpions, seven pots, brain strains, etc. I grow stuff that can peel skin off your hands – you dare not touch this stuff. Then I ferment it and eat it by the cupfull. Men, women, cast iron skillets shirk from the stuff I make. Got nothing to do with sexism. You either got big brass ones, male or female, or you do not. That stupid bitch professor would run for cover.
She lost my respect when she went to Brown. She probably is a Democrat who thinks Harpy is a good person, men who like hot sauce are racist, guns are murders, Bruce Jenner and Queers are Normal, Antifa Communist are Patriots, and Maxine Waters should get the next Nobel Peace Prize. Just another Useless Idiot with a Useless PhD in some Useless Subject from some Useless College.
but but but, Harpy keeps a bottle of hot sauce in her purse. That revelation must have screwed up mz phd’s mind for months.
I dated an indian girl in high school(dot), and her mothers food was so freaking hot it would make your lips numb. I wonder if she did any research outside of going to Hooters.
There’s a Thai place in a storefront outside the back of Kirtland AFB in Albuquerque run by an dude who lived in Thailand for a while. I went there with some friends of mine years ago on a business trip. We were ordering and I ordered the Pad Thai. When the owner, who was taking our orders, asked how hot on a 1-10 scale, I confidently said 10. He looked at me kind of funny and asks me, “Do you want Thai hot or New Mexico hot?” Now I started to sweat-Usually, Thai places offer you a scale of mild to hot, but even their hottest isn’t that hot. Frequently, 1 and 10 are almost indistinguishable. I think they do it to save people, like me, from hurting themselves. Anyway, with a second to think about it, I felt a certain worry that perhaps this restaurant actually might deliver. I hedged my bet and asked for New Mexico Hot. While it might be beyond 10, I figured it wasn’t all the way to Thai, so how bad could it be?
My friends asked me if I was going to be OK, and I assured them I had a cast iron stomach.
When the Pad Thai arrived, it was incredible. It was bursting with sweet and sour and savory flavors. It was some of the best Pad Thai I’ve ever had, and I’ve eaten it in Thailand. Then something funny happened.
Every time I stopped eating, this persistent burn started to set in. It would flare up and just burn the entire inside of my mouth. I would quickly jam another forkful in my maw and it was subside for a moment, then return as soon as I swallowed. I finished my meal fairly fast. The burn set in again. Waves of blasting fire washed across my mouth. I downed my tea. I downed the free refill. I downed my water. With nothing left to drink, and the burn continuing unabated, I drank my neighbor’s water- he didn’t want it, anyway. Then I ate all the ice in all the cups. The burn continued. There was a point, no shit, where I was looking at the table, face all red, and sweating, when I actually went blind! I couldn’t see shit for a couple minutes. It subsided, but there was a long, warm burn afterwards for a while.
I’ve eaten a lot of hot food, but I have never gone full-on blind afterwards. That was something.
Later that night, my coworkers took me to a Brazilian steakhouse. I had never been to one. It was quite a place. I would have enjoyed it a lot more, but I was suddenly stricken with a fiery lance through the gut and fled to the restroom, where my ass burned blazes. I spent the rest of the evening running back and forth while my friends laughed. My friend, who had asked about whether I could take it at lunch sat there and said, “I guess you don’t have a cast iron O-ring, huh?”
I will never forget that meal and what it did.
If I ever go back, I will eat it again on Thai Hot.
I had a mexican buddy in the army. His mom made us minudo(?sp) that was so hot it did the same thing. Sam sambrano. You still alive brother?