Tuesday, 9 June 2009

Women are fat, always.

[A semi-oldie/semi-goodie from the Lover of Strife vaults.]

I just saw the most fucked-up mind-boggling, bobbin-popping commercial.

It was an ad for a hotel chain, who, for the purposes of this blog, shall remain nameless. The premise is that a group of corporate business types are having breakfast at their hotel before heading out for an important meeting. One of them, Boss Guy, gives a hearty pep talk, then directs his attention to an attendee named Wilson.

[The camera pans to Wilson. Wilson's a big boy; tall and doughy; no perceivable neck.]

Apparently, the airline has lost Wilson's luggage, and as such, Wilson has nothing to wear to the important meeting. But no worries, because Wilson and Brenda...

[The camera pans to Brenda: she's about 5'5" in heels, slim and healthy.]

...Wilson and Brenda are the same size. So Wilson is wearing one of Brenda's blouses, and everyone is telling him how good he looks in it. How (I'm not making this up) slimming the blouse is. Being a poly-blend and all.

Let's break this down, just to make sure everyone caught the important part. The tall, doughy man and the short, slim woman are the same size. That is, they wear the same size in clothes. On account of she's lean, but not anorexic. And he's overweight. So, you know, same difference.

Not to make crass generalizations, but this sums up a sizable chunk of what is wrong with... well, everything.


  1. I remember this post. I believe I said it 'betrays just how much of a clue [you] have' if I'm remembering correctly.

    Also, Muses!

    Also, also, apparently I am Octavia T. Setherwood, according to the bluestocking name generator. Well whaddya know?

    (from Thalia. I don't know if this is going to let me be anything other than anonymous.)

  2. Hey Thalia, that's cool! As I am Angharad V. Setherwood, you can be my American cousin :)

    A study sometime in the 1980s asked a bunch of American students how much men and women should weigh. They said that with men, it depended on their build and height. Women? All of us should weigh about a hundred pounds, apparently. (For British readers, that's about 7 stone. If I weighed that, I'd be two and a half stone / 42 pounds underweight.)

  3. I am Elizabeth K. Thrubwell.

  4. Welcome, Ms. Thrubwell! Have some port.