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is all I can say.

Head over to Jezebel for more info:

I don’t actually think I buy anything from their advertisers, but I’m double checking and I urge you all to do the same, and if so, change products.

One unintended consequence of the article I’ve felt? Feeling really sorry for the author.

I didn’t expect to! I didn’t intend to!

But someone who holds that much contempt for other people, to the point of being physically sick over their appearance and likening them to heroin addicts (which everyone knows means Bad Person, yeesh), must have a lot of self hatred.

It hurts to see a woman hate her body so much.

And it hurts to know that thousands of women feel the same way.


It felt strange writing “Yay Texas!” after the textbook controversy (if they’re editing out historical events, I doubt they’re adding in women or any people of color, you know?) but Austin did something pretty cool last week: making all “Pregnancy Crisis Centers” advertise their services. So now you know what you’re being offered when you walk into the clinic! Here’s a hint: you’re not being offered access to an abortion or birth control, and people have a right to know that.

I really like how they make this a consumer issue, because it totally is! Go look up “Pregnancy” in your yellowpages (am I the only person with a phonebook nowadays? I’m sorry for killing all the trees but sometimes the internet DOES NOT CUT IT, I’m sorry!), along with abortion/abortion providers and birth control. You’ll be hardpressed to decipher the services offered, though from some intrepid googling/anon. phone calls, the ones with the big ads usually don’t want you to have choices, ifyouknowhwhatimean. When someone is going through something as difficult as an unplanned or issue filled pregnancy, the last thing they need is to be walking into a place that doesn’t offer the services they need.

Go Texas!

Love from,


(Administrative note: Things will be slow-ish for the next month, or at least irregular. Moving, not failing organic chemistry and starting my thesis are all taking up most of my mind space, but never fear!)

So American Apparel, rolled out a new ad fairly recently.  I know you’re probably wondering what the next teenage boy fantasy masquerading as an ad includes, I mean, they have a youtube channel that pretty much involves bootyshaking, what else can they come up with?

Full on breast exposure, that’s what! Nipples included.

Now I am very far from an anti sex feminist. I’m even pro-sex…I’m down with legalizing prostitution, making porn a safer industry, and curbing the abuses in the sex industry instead of pretending they’ll go away if we keep the Good Girls ignorant of their bodies and safe sex, for starters. Not to mention how the eroticizing of the female body has made it impossible to pass or maintain equal coverage standards in the United States. (Sorry, that’s another post, back to this one.)

But something was pissing me off about this ad. Something beyond the normal American Apparel Slime Factor.

And then it hit me. The  beauty standard that this advertisement is catering to is the root of my problem. We have a rail thin, white, blond model. And that would be fine, if it was accompanied by other ads, encompassing minorities, women with different abilities, transwomen, and the million of other marginalized groups I am leaving out in my ignorance and anger.  But it isn’t. It is another ad, promoting the same old male created, male enforced, unrealistic beauty standard that harms everyone who comes in contact with it, from the women who view it as ideal to the men who expect all women to look like that. No one benefits from the standard this ad is holding up.

Now, isn’t that the case with pretty much all advertising? Well, yeah. The beauty standard I described above exists everywhere, yes. But the added bonus of completely bare breasts sent me over the edge, not gonna lie. It seemed to me to go too far. Advertising has taken on faces, our arms, our legs, our thighs, our stomachs and sternums. While breasts were still a focal point of the ads, they were covered. And I guess I always imagined them underneath the bra, or fabric, or artfully draped hair, as sort of sticking their tongues out, full of sass, saying “yeah, you’ve held the rest of me up to these standards, but these puppies, they’re mine!”

It was an illusion, I know, to think that women still had some control over how their bodies were portrayed in mainstream advertising. I should have seen this coming.

But I was hoping that when the time for bare breasts came, it would be because we chose it. Because we’d changed to body ideals present in advertising and changed our culture of violence against woman, and it was SAFE to do so. Because women were no longer stigmatized and hurt for the biological identifiers of a woman, and all genders were able to walk up and down the street in various states of coverage on a hot day.

Not to sell more cheap, badly made clothes.