This one's been floating around for a long, long time. But, as these posts often do, it takes a specific thing to make me point out, once again, that the game is fucking fixed.
So yeah. Makeup. And
this damn thing. Ten "scary celebrity closeups" *cue spooky theremin*. All I'm seeing are nine women who adhere to the standards of beauty and Iggy Pop
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- Atwood, Margaret, The Edible Woman, 1969, p.232.
I suspect most of y'all have read this already, but if you haven't yet, do so. Trust me.
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I have stayed femme by choice, and at the cost of getting taken seriously as my actual gender. That should mean something.
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In a way, it's understandable: Women were just coming out of the Mad Men era. But that was a while ago, you know? And I should point out that self-adornment is not strictly female. Consider European courts of the 18th century. Consider tattoos, piercings, and other body mods.
I'm someone who more or less ignores fashion, but I think it's important to distinguish between human desire to dress up on the one hand and the fashion industry (and associated industries like the diet industry), plus social pressures on all women to conform to a very narrow range of options, on the other.
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