Rage against the mud flap


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*Warning, this post contains sexually explicit imagery.*

I’m going to buy a suction cup shade with a picture of a penis on it and slap it on the rear window of my minivan. And not a “don’t feel bad that’s normal” size penis. But a “damn, that’s Redickulous, the stripper” size penis.


Redickulous, the stripper


Because maybe if men had to sit behind me in traffic and stare at it, they’d get an idea of how it feels to sit behind a truck and stare at this:


Note the mud flaps. This was taken from my car. I was not driving. 🙂

Through the years, the story and this image have been romanticized, from a son claiming that the image was that of his mother, who his trucker father liked having with him on the road, to a symbol of the trucker as cowboy, a bit of ‘70s rebellion.

bend over mud flap

70s rebellion? Sure.


His mom? How romantic. *yes, that’s sarcasm.*


They can tell themselves whatever they like. Let’s see how they feel being forced to look at their junk on display.

But bigger. See Redickulous above.

But bigger. See Redickulous above.


What do you think about MudFlap girl? Does it bother you or do you barely notice? Are there any other car/truck accessory that makes you see red?


Tracey Livesay’s debut novel, The Tycoon’s Socialite Bride, is available now from Entangled Publishing. She blogs here on the third Monday of every month. If you like the flavor she’s bringing, you can Like her Facebook page or check out her website.


8 thoughts on “Rage against the mud flap

  1. You tell ’em, Tracey! I swear it’s unbelievable what some men think makes their vehicle look cool. However, above and beyond the silhouettes must be those lovely metal bobbles called “trucknuts”! Am I right? You have seen ’em, right? Obviously, someone’s compensating for something, eh? Overcompensation probably applies to the silhouettes as well, because it’s more than likely that the ladies portrayed wouldn’t give the driver the time of day. Okay, I’ll get down off the soapbox and let someone else take a swing. Thanks, Tracey!

  2. And let’s not even talk about the ridiculously unnatural body shapes. I think these “ladies” would put Barbie to shame! I understand the airmen who painted pinup girls on their planes during WWII. I would even understand if the truckers had a “nudie” calendar in the cabs of their trucks. (I mean, if you want to look at whatever in the privacy of your vehicle…) But why are they flashing these images on the mud flaps?! Enough already.

    To Denise — I had to Google trucknuts (I am SO uncool…it’s embarrassing), and I kind of wish I hadn’t! Seriously??? Is that supposed to be like a mating call or something? (Maybe I’m just too old.)

    • LOL
      I agree with you about what people look at in the privacy of their vehicle or home. I mean, I certainly wouldn’t want to be judged on my taste… AHEM 😉 But what they put our there for everyone to see. The fact that we, as a society, are okay with this display. It bothers me.

  3. How about now? Careful. There’s a lady in thigh highs in the header.
    I don’t know; I guess I fall into the this-doesn’t-bother-me camp. I also worry about the slippery slope. If we are this done up about a stick figure, my chosen genre is at risk. Granted, That Book with the Tie would be closest to the edge, but still.
    Even the unfortunate trucknuts have a purpose. I mean, don’t you want to know in advance if your fellow driver has … compensation issues?

    • The stick figure itself isn’t what I’m angry about. It’s the idea that it’s okay to display a woman in that manner. That the naked form of a woman is nothing more than a mascot.

      • I think you and I are going to have to agree to disagree about this, which is fine. Just consider this.

        Regardless of how I actually feel about displaying a silhouette of the female form in public (and I maintain that it doesn’t bother me), I have to be okay with it. Society cannot in fairness object to objectifying one gender without refusing to objectify the other, and I enjoy objectifying men way too much to ever take issue with objectifying women. I’m a strong believer in women’s agency. My thoughts about men do not make men conform to my thoughts, and the same thing applies to women. That’s a good thing, because we need not look far to see women making value judgments about whoever is depicted on the mud flap.

        According to Leah, being top heavy earns these women a set of quotation marks around the word “ladies.” Per Denise, that body shape makes a woman selective with regard to men, in a particular way that may or may not pertain to other women.

        Value judgments are fine. They’re part of the human condition. We run into trouble when we impose them on other people.

        Where am I going? I’m going to Dolph Lundgren.

        Dolph rose to fame (with the help of his equally famous ex) because of that glorious body of his. All anyone cared about was those perfect limbs, those abs, that blond hair, that sort of thing. People presumed he was on the steroids. People presumed he had not a brain in his head. People made these value judgments about him because of how he looks.

        And they’re wrong — he confesses to drug use but not to steroids, and he was in the US to study at MIT on a Fulbright scholarship when he met Grace Jones. They don’t pass Fulbright scholarships around to people because they’re pretty.

        Dolph was — and is — very aware that people think he’s a steroid-using dimwit because of the way he looks. He isn’t concerned about it because other people’s thoughts don’t dictate who he is. He dictates who he is.

        Back to the silhouette — I will not concede that it is a person — on the mud flap. To the extent it represents a certain type of women, that type of women is identified by other women, or by men under duress from other women (Who is that?! Don’t you tell me it’s your mother!). This antipathy towards a silhouette is built on value judgments created by women and imposed on other people. It doesn’t make the silhouette into anything. It speaks about those of us who have formed these opinions.

        My position, then, is this.

        I do not, and cannot in my field, object to a woman of any body type being portrayed in a sexual or sensual manner because my writing features women being portrayed in a sexual or sensual manner, and I think that’s a good thing.

        I do not personally object to any person, male or female, being portrayed in a manner that is not physically realistic because I love, love, love looking at unrealistic men, and they will absolutely be next to go once we get rid of portrayals of unrealistic women.

        I do not, and cannot in my field, object to any person, male or female, being portrayed in a manner that is not physically realistic because I write about physically unrealistic men. I try to be a little more even-handed with the ladies and I recognize the disparity.

        Finally, I cannot object to the mere depiction of the physically ideal man or woman because I have to recognize that the top-heavy woman, just like the hot shirtless man, is more than what she or he looks like. I know these folks are being forced into the pigeonholes created by our collective preconceptions. I know my thoughts can only keep them there if they choose to live there. But if I lose sight of the idea that any man, any woman, or any group of us is more than what they look like, then I start to lose the foundation romance is built on. I cannot risk losing that.

        You have the absolute right to your feelings about this (as if you needed me to tell you that). But the silhouette on the mud flap doesn’t bother me. I just see a silhouette. If she becomes more than a picture to me, that’s on me. It only changes her or other people if those people permit it.

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