To make this week’s Misogynist Soup, you will need the following ingredients:
- British Grazia magazine.
- The Telegraph.
- Kim Jong-Il and the requirements for a beauty pageant in Hungary.
Left: Australian Grazia. Right: British Grazia.
Image via Jezebel.
But how thin is thin enough?
Super-slender newly royal Kate Middleton somehow didn’t make the cut but thankfully British Grazia was able to do some snipping for her. For their Royal Wedding cover, they eliminated a few of her vital organs (not pictured) in order to give her a more appropriate mannequin silhouette.
Sadly, their good deed went noticed against their Australian cover featuring the same image (and I’d imagine the live coverage of the wedding kind of gave them away too).
Now, they’re backtracking with another of our beloved “sorry but not really”s in response to public outcry. In order to feature a solo Kate of Cambridge on the cover, they had to omit Prince William, which led to necessary Photoshopping of her raised arm at his side. Understandable. As for her altered waist? Grazia took a moment to “reassure all our readers that we did not purposely make any alteration of the Duchess of Cambridge’s image to make her appear slimmer and we are sorry if this process gave that impression.“
The magazine continued to say, “Grazia takes the issue of women’s body image very seriously and we would never ‘slim down’ a picture of a female role model.”
None of this explains why their Australian graphic artists were able to perform the same feat and still retain her actual body, nor does it really explain much of anything.
It’s funny because…
Image via Toby Harnden/the Telegraph.
Regardless of the fact that I’m about as fond of Republican presidential candidate Michele Bachmann as I am of having 10,000 spoons when all I need is a knife, there’s something very disturbing about this picture of her “trying out a local delicacy at the Iowa State Fair” as the Telegraph innocuously frames it.
When you are a photojournalist, you do not show up to an event, snap one picture and call it a day. This picture was undoubtedly selected from a large pool to represent her attendance at the fair because of its sexual implications and, as The Frisky pointed out, to humiliate her in a sexual manner.
Running for office alone puts candidates under an expected degree of scrutiny but as we’ve seen in the media with Sarah Palin and Hillary Clinton, a different lens is used to examine female White House potentials.
This time, it’s yet another intentionally unflattering photograph, but it’s also one that aims to overshadow her professional image and reduce her to a sex object for a cheap chuckle. The photograph is not only deliberately degrading and sexist – it’s cruel. We still are very much part of a society that shames women for sexual expression, and although that expression is merely suggested in this photograph, the shame is not.
… And can’t we just save the laughter for her political stances?
Source: the Telegraph.
So are we worthy of the job/the crown yet?
Image via Blind Gossip.
If you want to be a five-star waitress, you understandably have to look the part: certainly a pair of slip-resistant shoes, maybe an apron and definitely a well-rehearsed smile for maximum tippage. If you want to be a five-star waitress in North Korea, you’re going to need something else: double eyelids.
While the single vs. double eyelid debate isn’t a new issue in Asian culture, the fact that Kim Jong-Il, North Korea’s self-proclaimed “Supreme Leader”, apparently requires high-class female servers to undergo eyelid surgery to make them look more “Western” is. It’s also despicable.
Mandatory surgery doesn’t stop there – a Hungarian beauty pageant also had a plastic surgery requirement.
Photographer and pageant judge Marton Szipal believes the pageant was “overdue”, further noting that “it’s time for Hungarian women to care more about their appearance.”
The pageant winner, two runner-ups and their plastic surgeons received various awards. Isn’t compulsory girls-only cosmetic surgery fun? Everybody wins!
Combine all ingredients and bring them to a boil, much like my blood pressure is at the moment. You’ll know it’s done when it tastes like misogyny with a hint of “please tell me this isn’t real life.” Enjoy!