We complain about misogyny and sexism in advertising these days, and we are right to do so.
We worry about the sense of self our daughters will have after constantly being bombarded with images of tanned, tall, thin, beautiful women who never have their periods and even if they do they’re at the beach playing volley ball the whole time and then riding away on a horse when they’re done. And smiling. I don’t smile during that time of the month. And neither does any woman who has a soul. What are they smiling about, anyway?
I mean, we should complain. But. I always like to focus on the positive.
And by “focus on the positive,” I mean relish in how much crappier someone else’s life was before mine.
It’s like the ad for those things that are now bad for you but once were the paragon of cool says, “You’ve come a long way, baby.”
You seriously have to keep reading. This is going to blow your mind.
If you’ve ever read anything I’ve written, you’ll know I don’t curse on the Internet. So, know that this means much more than it may mean coming from someone else: Holy.SHIT.Are.You.KIDDING.Me?
Wait. There’s more.
Oh, no, he did NOT give her that for a gift.
And, then, there’s this:
Why, yes. Yes, she most certainly is.
I’m all for waging the war against sexism, but, every now and then, I have to bask in the glow of how good I have it here in the 21st century.
I also have to give my foremothers some props for all the crap they endured.
And for all the crap they wouldn’t endure any longer.
Post Inspired By “10 Most Sexist Print Ads From the 1950s” on Business Pundit
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The title alone made me like, GUFFAW & shit. And then I read it and wanted to punch people. And then I felt completely grateful to our foremothers for putting up with such bullshit. And then I wanted a beer.
Twitter Name: robinplemmons
Uh, when I’m on the warpath, you can skip that stupid Ivory soap BS, and just pass the vodka.
Twitter Name: Msbatman
My “favorite” part (and by “favorite” I mean: Are you EFFING kidding me?) is the ad on the Leggs picture where it says that once she took a look at him in his Leggs (flammable pants), she was ready to let him walk all over her.
Oh, PLEASE walk on me… so I can set fire to your Dacron/Rayon blend from the ground up. Thanks!
I would like to buy you a gold-plated lighter, LisaUnfiltered. Do with it as you will.
Thanks for the (entirely amusing) reminder of how good we have it! :-)
Twitter Name: CountessMo
I too, refrain from cursing on the internets. For some reason I have done it three times in the last two weeks. It would appear that I too, am on the warpath. I bet a bar of soap and a man standing on my skull would be just thing I need to get me over this hump.
Twitter Name: robinobryant
I have a much better idea of what to do with that bar of ivory soap….Steer Clear Dad.
Twitter Name: HeatherSchiavo
lol I love these…in a “Wow, men back then were even douchier than they are on Mad Men kind of way”. I posted a few of them on my blog awhile back because they BLEW MY FRICKEN MIND!
Twitter Name: Izzymom
Wow, what a bunch of stupid fucking bitches hereabouts. That’s what we get for letting them vote.
So appalling. Sigh. I’ve seen the rug one before. I’m almost more appalled that senor dificil hasn’t won the Darwin award yet. :P
Twitter Name: Al_Pal