“Every woman dreams of having longer, fuller, thicker lashes.”
So proclaimed a voice that echoed forth from the mondo flatscreen as I bounced along on my stair climber at the gym. And I thought, “Not true. I don’t dream of having longer, fuller, thicker lashes. And I’m a woman.”
And then I thought, “Hm. But maybe I should consider mascara. Would I look better if I learned to apply and wear it? Do I look like a stumpy-lashed weirdo now, and not even realize it?”
Originally posted 2009-01-09 07:12:00.
My girl The Budget Babe sent along this truly puzzling question:
can clothing give you a false sense of security? and if so, should we be relying on that “it” bag or those high heels or that red lipstick to make us feel secure? or should we work up to the point where we’re completely confident looking like crap and then start adding the layers?
I had to think about this for a damn long time before I could formulate any kind of response, and I’m still a little wobbly about it. But here are my initial thoughts:
Originally posted 2009-09-29 05:49:00.
I am not the first to make this plea, and I certainly hope I won’t be the last.
I don’t actually want my fashion magazines to show photographs of women who look like me from cover to cover. I also don’t want them to show photographs of women taller or heavier or curvier or older or more muscular or longer-waisted or more petite or higher-cheekboned or bigger-breasted than me. Not exclusively.
I want it all.
I want diversity.
Countless studies have proven that magazines packed with images of rail-thin models have screwed up our daughters’ ideas about bodies. That the constant barrage of waif-like celebrities scrambles and scars our own ideas about bodies. Decades of damage have been done, across age, geographic, sexual, religious, and political boundaries. And it’s downright sickening.
Originally posted 2009-09-22 05:49:00.