I’m currently researching a fairly political topic, and so it got me thinking… how liberal or conservative are my readers? Just out of curiosity. And as always, results are anonymous, even to me.
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I frequently get angry when I see advertisements. It’s not because they are there to get you to buy something, it’s the fact that the female models on them look absolutely perfect every time.
What bothers me more, though, are ads that include pregnant women. They’re never puffy from water retention. They look relaxed and beautiful, their nails are carefully manicured. And the worst part? It’s their “pregnant belly” that drives me crazy.
Their bellies look perfect. Round, creamy-skinned, beautiful. Where the hell are the stretch marks? The blue road-map veins? The weird bumps and lumps as a result of the baby’s foot poking out from under their left rib?
What, are stretch marks ugly? They have to be airbrushed out? The cellulite on your ass and thighs from the 47 pounds of weight gain isn’t a normal part of pregnancy? Why don’t you ever see these things on the models?
They airbrush ‘em out. Every blemish, every bump, every extra ounce of water retention. I’m sure that gives men and women an extremely realistic view of what pregnancy looks like. *snort*
So that’s why we all feel like a whale when we reach that eighth month. Why we think we look ugly and that the stretch marks on our asses are disgusting. It’s like the fact that a vaginal birth does quite the number on your va-jay-jay, BUT YOU NEVER HEAR ABOUT IT BEYOND THAT RAUNCHY BLOG CALLED “SURPRISINGLY SANE”.
It’s that unrealistic view of what pregnancy really is. Of what women really look like. It pisses me off royally, if you can’t tell.
No wonder we all have complexes about the way we look.
I don’t know about you, but I’d much rather see advertisements bearing real women. I’m sick of society trying to mold my kids into believing that people really look like the barbies on the billboards.
*Stepping off my soap box.*
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