I kid you not.
While channel surfing through Dish Network this Sunday morning, I was struck by this wording: Perfect Boobs. First and foremost, let me say I find the title
a little very demeaning, inappropriate, and demeaning, particularly on Sunday at 8 a.m. Second, just the title alone is enough to perpetuate the myth that one (uh, meaning female) should strive to be perfect. Third, well, let’s just say there are many more things I’d like to say, but I’m going to be a lady and keep them to myself.
I love pretty things, and most days (today not being one of them) I want to look-if not good-then at least presentable. But perfect? Do I really need to be perfect? Or is that just certain parts of my female anatomy need to be perfect? And whom determines whether or not they’re perfect? What an advertising ploy for a bra. Call it “Perfect Bra” or (shocker) it’s name: Genie Bra, and maybe I’d have checked it out. I hope and pray a man came up with this title and not a female because that might put me over the e.d.g.e.
Dear Mr. Idiot (please, please be a man):
You are sexist and you insult consumers (and don’t even get me started about breast cancer survivors). I do not need to be perfect to love myself or have someone love me. What exactly is your definition of perfect? Let me tell you something, no female’s “boobs” are perfect, and I don’t give a rat’s rear what bra you slap on her chest. My “boobs” will never be perfect. . . because one is half-missing and was filled with cancer. No bra can or will ever make me perfect in your eyes. That’s okay because in Better Half’s eyes I (not my body parts) am perfect (most days….) and better yet, I am alive. I have fought the hard fight and I am winning. To me, that is perfection.
Mr. Idiot, perhaps you should concern yourself with making some body part on yourself “perfect.”
P.S. to Dish Network: shame on you for allowing that wording to be placed right above the cartoon Angelina Ballerina–just great for little girls (and boys) to see. . . .