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Dove Girl Gina displays her intellectual depth with a shake of the old moneymaker. She feels beautiful whenever she poses in her underwear for money.
I can be silent no longer!
This Dove-is-so-great crap must cease! Dove is not so great! Dove’s “real” women are, like, 22, and they’re conventionally pretty, and they’re in their fucking underwear. They are given insipid slogans, like “I felt absolutely beautiful on my wedding day!” Mouse over’em and they morph into bent-kneed playboy sexbots. They’re selling beauty crack. On the website there’s even a section where you can vote on the hotness of more “real” models, à la amihot.com. The message: Dove products will give you the only thing that patriarchy actually values in a woman: a tight ass.
Real women my eye. What does real even mean anymore? It means fake, that’s what. Media reality is universally fake. Reality TV is fake. Dr Phil “getting real” is fake. This “celebration” of fat girls is fake. In Dove-land, “real” is just a bogus marketing euphemism for Kate Moss + 15 pounds. Only under the auspices of a toxic patriarchy would women to look to a fucking cosmetic company’s ad campaign for permission to “have curves.” This is just fucked up to the max.
I repeat: hot young babes in underwear selling beauty products is not radical.
Because everybody likes big butts, and they cannot lie.