A Victoria's secret society

[cam100]

It’s more than skinny models, though. It’s the increasing unacceptability of the sight of a woman who looks like anything that could posibly exist in nature in terms of size, shape, finish, coloring, balance and composition. Bones get digitally airbrushed off women’s faces when they appear on magazine covers. Now natural skin, fat, muscle, hair and bone are forbidden. .

I think you’re being ridiculous here. What is this “increasing unacceptability” of which you speak? To whom is a healthy, normal woman now “unacceptable”? Are you saying that today’s man is no longer attracted to normal, healthy women? Are women today finding themselves without partners because no man will have them? I really don’t that’s true.

What does that leave? Not much of the original woman. It’s an anti-life pursuit. It’s bestial because it upholds an ideal that we be formed like some slenderized porpoise, surfaced like some slick amphibian or catfish, colored like a mandrill, able to balance like a sandpiper, and sex-crazed like a notorious other primate is said to be. It’s necrophiliac because it upholds an ideal that cannot live and that does not look alive but rather wooden, plastic, some substance harder than living tissue.

Sorry, but I don’t think Victoria’s Secret models look like “some slick amphibian or catfish” or “wooden, plastic” or “some substance harder than living tissue”. Plus, even if they look unreal, it is evident from the stats I quoted above that, contrary to the opinion of some, women are not following their example. The obesity rate is frighteningly high, but the anorexia incidence is only about 3%. Clearly, skinny models are not having a great impact of women’s health.

 

[strngrnrth]

And it would be wrong for any man to demand that of a woman. The thing is though; since you are right, it IS impossible; men do not (because they cannot!) demand it.
I don’t know a whole lot of guys who are bothered by deviations from the impossible woman you describe; its really just magazine covers and fashion companies that are concerned with that; and anyone who understands the value of time does not bother wasting it on such pursuits. I do however want my wife (when I find one!) to be in good physical shape. Your body is your temple, and it’s not only unsightly but wrong to allow it to degrade into being overweight.

I’m talking about much more than weight, and it’s not men’s opinions I worry about. I know men are attracted to normal women. But there is a cultural hierarchy, I don’t know how much of it men have, but women deal with it in most aspects of life. The ladies at the top are judgmental and intrusive and constantly order the rest of us openly to dress like them. We ignore tham as well as we can but they have been harassing us since childhood and sometimes we cave in and harm ourselves trying to look like them. The fashion industry functions by appealing most of all to that personality type, knwing what they like will be what we all end up buying out of intimidation. Beautiful women save their money and forgo needed things in hopes of cosmetic surgery to fit a standard that appeals to a certain type of woman. We dress for each other, but not for our friends. We dress for the Heathers. Did you ever see that movie? It’s only too real.
We injure ourselves by surgery (I haven’t and won’t but I’m a nonconformist and anyway I can’t afford it), we injure ourselves trying to make our skin get that hard finish that the fashion dictators like, we injure ourselves hobbling on shoes made in some lightning-struck old castle at midnight, our backs twisted, we injure ourselves to look as much like the high-status girls as we can so that we aren’t publicly teases, denied good jobs, and embarrassed by the taunts of Heathers. And it keeps getting more extreme.

 

[Danny_OC]

I’m talking about much more than weight, and it’s not men’s opinions I worry about. I know men are attracted to normal women. But there is a cultural hierarchy, I don’t know how much of it men have, but women deal with it in most aspects of life. The ladies at the top are judgmental and intrusive and constantly order the rest of us openly to dress like them. We ignore tham as well as we can but they have been harassing us since childhood and sometimes we cave in and harm ourselves trying to look like them. The fashion industry functions by appealing most of all to that personality type, knwing what they like will be what we all end up buying out of intimidation. Beautiful women save their money and forgo needed things in hopes of cosmetic surgery to fit a standard that appeals to a certain type of woman. We dress for each other, but not for our friends. We dress for the Heathers. Did you ever see that movie? It’s only too real.
We injure ourselves by surgery (I haven’t and won’t but I’m a nonconformist and anyway I can’t afford it), we injure ourselves trying to make our skin get that hard finish that the fashion dictators like, we injure ourselves hobbling on shoes made in some lightning-struck old castle at midnight, our backs twisted, we injure ourselves to look as much like the high-status girls as we can so that we aren’t publicly teases, denied good jobs, and embarrassed by the taunts of Heathers. And it keeps getting more extreme.

I see. This I can certainly agree with.

 

[manualman]

Yes, and it’s happening just as sexy and socialy acceptable have become synonymous.
Men, as the feminist who write The Beauty Myth pointed out, are next. They are now learning that to be OK, they must remove body hair, oil skin, have blemishes, lines, even the epidermis itself, scraped away or tattooed over, get their lips shot full of gunk to make them shiny and wrinkle-free, stitch their eyelids up – now they’re getting the idea of how it feels not to be allowed to look like a human being.
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Fear Not, men of CAF! I, manualman, will stand as a bastion or normal maledom against the forces of the evil cosmetic empire. I pledge to NEVER have more than four haircuts a year. I pledge to never pluck an eyebrow unless it pokes me in the eye first!. I promise that NOBODY is shooting ANY gunk into my lips (good thing I don’t dip, eh?). Never shall I permit botulism toxin to be placed into my body. My overhanging gut shall be an inspiration to all men and my nose and ear hairs shall not be molested unless they protrude OUT of their proper orifices. For me, oil will be used as God intended: on salads and in engine crankcases. We shall overcome!

 

[strngrnrth]

Fear Not, men of CAF! I, manualman, will stand as a bastion or normal maledom against the forces of the evil cosmetic empire. I pledge to NEVER have more than four haircuts a year. I pledge to never pluck an eyebrow unless it pokes me in the eye first!. I promise that NOBODY is shooting ANY gunk into my lips (good thing I don’t dip, eh?). Never shall I permit botulism toxin to be placed into my body. My overhanging gut shall be an inspiration to all men and my nose and ear hairs shall not be molested unless they protrude OUT of their proper orifices. For me, oil will be used as God intended: on salads and in engine crankcases. We shall overcome!

Right on, brother. you ought to see how I like to go around.