"i was only watching, yes i love you more undressed"
Title provided by Lloyd Cole from the song Undressed
Okay. I am off to the races on this one. No one has ever accused me of being a feminist, I have been accused of being a chauvinist tons, but never a feminist; and despite that fact I am absolutely revolted by this poster that I saw floating around town over the last week.
I have nothing to say except to say that if this is appropriate advertising we are fucking DOOMED!
There are so many things that are wrong with this that I hardly know where to begin; so here is a little list, in no particular order.
The saddest part of this whole thing is that I feel like a fucking fuddy duddy. An old windbag. Yuck. We are doomed. DOOMED!
I don't know where the silver lining is so today I am going to go kayacking with a friend of mine and hope to G-d that I find something that makes me believe in the redemption of humanity.
Proper dress... pssh.
Okay. I am off to the races on this one. No one has ever accused me of being a feminist, I have been accused of being a chauvinist tons, but never a feminist; and despite that fact I am absolutely revolted by this poster that I saw floating around town over the last week.
I have nothing to say except to say that if this is appropriate advertising we are fucking DOOMED!
There are so many things that are wrong with this that I hardly know where to begin; so here is a little list, in no particular order.
- A girl with her panties coming off? Is that a message that we want to send to our young woman? Our daughters, our sisters, our nieces, and cousins; I sure fucking hope not.
- Girls 18, Guys 19? Its like descriminating for all the wrong reasons. Shit, I feel like I am taking crazy pills here. GIRLS, YOU KNOW WHY THEY LET YOU IN YOUNG RIGHT? Jesus Christ help us all we are fucking DOOMED!
- "Proper Dress Required." That is what it says right down there on the bottom of the poster, right after the phone number for the place. When I was in college, proper dress meant Khakis, a button down shirt, a blazer and maybe a tie. Tennis shoes were also not allowed. You had to look like you stepped out of a Brooks Brother Catalog. Proper dress at this place seems to involve underwear and not much else. Seriously folks. If I was a father and my daughter went out dressed like the girls that go to this place dress: I would ground her until she was 35. But the guys aren't any better. Proper dress for the guys means putting on your $300 ripped jeans and your nice layered-popped-collar-combo. Jeez I just threw up in my mouth.
The saddest part of this whole thing is that I feel like a fucking fuddy duddy. An old windbag. Yuck. We are doomed. DOOMED!
I don't know where the silver lining is so today I am going to go kayacking with a friend of mine and hope to G-d that I find something that makes me believe in the redemption of humanity.
Proper dress... pssh.
Labels: DOOMED
posted by V. at 9:03 AM
2 Comments:
Wow. I just snarfed my coffee. Really, out of everything I found the 18/19 to be the most offensive somehow. Though it also seemed oddly arbitrary? Like a one year difference?
Glad to see we are keeping the glorious tradition of our laboring men and women alive in this country...
Some of my best friends are fuddy duddys. I agree with you as far as not letting my daughter go out dressed (or undressed) like that. I taught my daughter to have self respect.
Now, V, I am waiting for those questions...
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