|Why I am stupidly happy with Play Boy
||[Aug. 13th, 2015|06:12 pm]
Playboy ran an article in early July of this year that was a pictography of "ways of the O" - but worrying about women finding their happy place was not the thing that made me excited (see what I did there?) about the article.|
No, the exciting part for me is that half the pictures are with plus-sized models. Go take a look; it's pretty much work safe (unless you work in a church or a daycare, I suppose). The first five pictures are a very standard, very blonde model, but the last five contain models (two of them) who have a little more meat on their bones than what's considered the standard of beauty.
This is a delightful development. Considering that most women are at least the size of, if not larger, than the plus-sized models, it's nice--great, in fact--to see this kind of acknowledgement that we exist, and that men can find us attractive, and can and should want to take our pleasure into consideration. A more realistic view of the female form in all its glory can only be good for us all.
I can, however, anticipate that there is criticism. Those who worship a random idealization of body type undoubtedly think of such pictures as "giving women permission to be fat." That it encourages women to "let themselves go."
To them I say, good! The idealized female form in modern society--skinny and young--is achievable by maybe 1% of women. Even that 1% can only stay young for so many years. The constant pressure to be something that we can't be serves only the beauty business that relies on our self-loathing. Oh, and the $6 billion/year diet industry.
Thank you, Play Boy, for showing women who actually exist in daily life. We're an awful lot of fun to snuggle up with.
After all, we're built for comfort, not for speed.