Ballista wrote a post called Woman Thy Name is Vanity about a week ago. In the comments we discussed a little bit about the tendency of women, Christian women, to demand that no matter how they let themselves look, their husband nod to their awesome awesomeness and the fact they they are hot hot hot. They do so by explaining it is whats on the inside that matters.
How does a curvy by choice secular woman find a work around? Well, simple, she understands something that Deti often writes about. Men find most women sex-able.
I can’t say it better than the author in her article called I’m Fat and Still Get Laid:
no man has ever seen me in a thong and then changed his mind about putting his willy inside of me. Never.
Its about perspective.
In the 80’s there was a radio show host in Chicago named Jonathon Brandmier. He did stupid parody songs, one to the tune of Petticoat Junction. It went like this…
Get rid of all that fat
Thats been hangin’ down your back
with some suction
He didn’t know that instead of surgery, a simple change in perspective would suffice:
Through rigorous mental exercise, I’ve become very comfortable with what my mama gave me: bouncy little boobies and rounded hips and curves that wrap into those special fleshy warm bits like a kind hand gently guiding towards where the best treasure lies
Who would want rid of signposts that point to the best treasure?
When you take the entire corpus of female centric and feminist writing and opinion and imagine the dystopian future if all these ideas manifested as normative….what do you imagine?
Don’t answer with pictures.