May. 7th, 2006 12:51 pm
Stuff and nonsense
So some guy put up links to all the Playboy centerfolds, evah. (NSFW, obviously.)
Now, I'm not into the retro-girlie thing--I think it's kind of silly to emulate an era/style that was so sexist--but I must admit that most of the earlier models were considerably more attractive than the plastic bimbos they have these days. They actually had real curves, for one.
This lovely gal, for instance. These days, that cute chick would be considered fat.
Or this luscious lovely.
Baby got BACK
In the late 60s, you can see them starting to get skinnier, like so and so. But they still had curvier ones, too.
(side note: how amusing--my shuffle is playing Simon and Garfunkel and Joni Mitchell while I'm looking at the 60s and 70s ones..heh)
By the 70s, they still had some big boobs, but the rest of the bodies were much more slender. The broad hips, soft thighs and round bums were all but gone.
But at least then the models still had pubes. Those started disappearing in the 80s. By the 90s, the landing strip was common. These days, pubes are basically gone.
Just to give you an idea of how much things have changed, there was a big deal made about the 1993 playmate of the year--Anna Nicole Smith--because she was supposedly the first "plus size" playmate in years. She weighed ~175 lbs and looked like this.
Um. That's not plus size, folks. That's just not anorexic.
Generally speaking, my tastes run considerably curvier (except for tomboys, who can rile me up when they're rangy or athletic) but I do think it's a tragedy that the idealized female image has gone from this or this to this.
Now, I'm not into the retro-girlie thing--I think it's kind of silly to emulate an era/style that was so sexist--but I must admit that most of the earlier models were considerably more attractive than the plastic bimbos they have these days. They actually had real curves, for one.
This lovely gal, for instance. These days, that cute chick would be considered fat.
Or this luscious lovely.
Baby got BACK
In the late 60s, you can see them starting to get skinnier, like so and so. But they still had curvier ones, too.
(side note: how amusing--my shuffle is playing Simon and Garfunkel and Joni Mitchell while I'm looking at the 60s and 70s ones..heh)
By the 70s, they still had some big boobs, but the rest of the bodies were much more slender. The broad hips, soft thighs and round bums were all but gone.
But at least then the models still had pubes. Those started disappearing in the 80s. By the 90s, the landing strip was common. These days, pubes are basically gone.
Just to give you an idea of how much things have changed, there was a big deal made about the 1993 playmate of the year--Anna Nicole Smith--because she was supposedly the first "plus size" playmate in years. She weighed ~175 lbs and looked like this.
Um. That's not plus size, folks. That's just not anorexic.
Generally speaking, my tastes run considerably curvier (except for tomboys, who can rile me up when they're rangy or athletic) but I do think it's a tragedy that the idealized female image has gone from this or this to this.
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After a few kids and 10 years of marriage, time and stress does what it will do, and there just ain't anything Botox or Estee Lauder can do anymore. And so the guy trades them in on a new model, and they're left with memories of having peaked at 19 because they don't have much else.
I suppose in some way I'm kind of grateful for my illness. I was never a knockout, and I was bookish and more of a tomboy than the other girls around me, but I had my own shallow vanity phase for a while. I did the bulimia and the 4-inch heels and miniskirts and stuff (see icon. Sigh...) And then my bod said, "Ha! Time for your endocrine system to get fubared, chica!" and within a few years, that was that.
It was (and still is) frustrating, but the net result is that all those shallow people who would've otherwise been faking their way into my life disappeared--and I got a whole heckuva lot less shallow myself, too. I still have certain physical types that trip my triggers more than others--usually because they remind me of someone I like--but generally speaking, I really can go for just about anyone if the person is right. And I think that's given me some really amazing friendships and relationships I'd never have had otherwise.
I wouldn't wish my illness on anyone, but I do think it's helped me get down to who people really are--for good or bad--beyond the container they're in.
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night owl, eh?