Maggie starts deconstructing some patriarchal beauty standards. Fuck yeah
Maggie gets a Master’s in Gender Studies.
My second in a series of sequels to the infamous “Maggie Goes on a Diet” book, inspired by @fatandtheivy
not so much as fear, but respect and receive…
-i think i’m gonna make this into a cute poster.
I recently came into possession of some old Sassy magazines, from 88-96. I’ve been scouring them for collage material and occasionally stopping to read some 90s exposition. I grew up in the 90s as a teenager and remember a lot of the ads from that time period, specifically when I was about 13. One recurring theme in these magazines’ ads has been these sort of “your period is shameful and embarrassing” message.
Even at 13, I remember thinking, why the fuck would I give a shit if someone knows I’m on my period? I guess we’ve come a long way as they say. It seems like now period ads are all about being proud and strong.
Not too long after that, I started listening to this band called Heavens to Betsy. The singer later went on to form the cult guitar band Sleater-Kinney. Anyway, they put out a 7” with a song called ‘My Red Self’ that comments on this idea that girls should be embarrassed about having their rag.
I would include the video here, but I’m new to tumblr and haven’t figured out how to embed videos. But you can check out the Heavens to Betsy song My Red Self: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DZ3Aor3aJpY
Ugh. Do you guys remember when we got to wear so many layers of fabric in 90 degree weather? Plus the corsets? I loved when people blamed our fainting on our ‘delicate female countenance’. And when men would build game rooms in our own houses with doors too small for our hoop skirts to fit through thus creating the patriarchal ‘man cave’ UGH- It was just so romantic! They really loved us for us then. Not like these flapper whores with their hitched up hemlines, two layers of fabric, haircuts, and ankle baring. SLUTS! They dance in public AND they want to vote. Some of them even want careers!