Hook, Line, and Push Up Bra

Tonight, the annual Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show was on TV.  It’s so amazing that we’ve been able to come this far as women in this country and that being able to model underwear in a seductive fashion has become not only acceptable, but respected.  We’ve broken through the barrier of being trivialized, no longer being thought of as only something to look pretty, but rather as intelligent and enterprising and valued for our important contributions to society.

In case you are wondering, that annoying sound you hear, it is the sarcasm dripping from the above paragraph.  The sad thing is, Victoria’s Secret is just the tip of the iceberg, a tip that is pretty tame compared to what is at the base.

What happened?  I thought women in this country were fighting for equality and respect.  What we got was objectification and the warped concept that our sexuality is where our largest value lies.  And we’ve fallen for it hook, line, and push up bra.

I am an intelligent, resourceful, conscientious, supportive, independent, successful woman.   I don’t need cleavage, skimpy outfits, or plastic surgery.  I reject the notion that I’m supposed to be OK with pornography and strip clubs.  I refuse to be sexually suggestive as a way to get something, and don’t support those companies who use that as their ploy.

I am the same person sitting here, 10 or so pounds over my “maximum healthy” weight, in my frumpy pajamas, with my A cup breasts, glasses on and wearing no makeup as I would be if I were 25 pounds thinner, in a string bikini, with D cups and long eyelashes.  If someone only sees the outside me and does not value what is inside, they are not worth my time.  And they are not worth yours either.

And that’s why they have wine.