|Ugh... look at her... with her perfectly symmetrical face and |
flawless cheek bones and... 2 zits. I feel like I need a shower.
and Photoshopped her into a plastic blow up doll
|If only Photoshop could smooth away dead-behind-the-eyes|
That's when I noticed that the Dove ads weren't quite what they'd seemed at first. Take this ad...
|These gorgeous women who were paid to pose in their underwear for pictures|
that will be used in an ad campaign are definitely not models.
Dove didn't stop at our armpits. It kept forgiving us for more and more things we didn't know we were supposed to be ashamed of. Like this monster.
|Holy god - what a heifer. I bet she has to special-order her size ten|
dresses. And those boobs? Everyone knows large breasts are
repugnant. At least her armpits are presentable.
|Finally, a soap that tells me it's okay to be Irish!|
(I mean, besides Irish Spring)
|Wait, is this seriously a thing?|
|What? It's okay to age (a tiny bit) now?|
Dove may be taking this "allowed to look like a human being"
thing a little too far. This woman should have to wear a bag
over her head when she leaves the house.
And hell, maybe it is doing more good than harm, after all. Maybe I'm alone in looking at these ads and seeing myself even more hideous than I did before.
But maybe Dove has found a new way to perpetuate the notion cosmetic companies have been perpetuating since women were smearing bird crap* on their face. The notion that our entire worth is determined by how we look.
Well, I've decided to do something about it. I'm starting my own campaign for real beauty... starring me. Suck it, soap.
|Well... at least the one on the right's not so bad.|
*Sadly, this is seriously a thing.
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