Opus 2019-153: On the Street: Not Fair

I was walking through a department store and had to walk through the women’s department.  Okay.  I didn’t “have to”.  It was just the shortest route.  A picture caught my eye and my gaze lingered.  It was in the lingerie section and it showed four women in a selection of what might be called “foundation garments”.  What caught my eye was not women in their underwear but the realization that the diversity police had struck advertising in a whole new way.  My eye couldn’t get past the one in the middle who was very generously endowed in areas that most women would not want to be endowed.  She was bulging at the seams and had no seams.  She had the kind of figure that if you saw it in spandex you would want to throw up.

Now I am looking around more than I normally would and as I walked through the dress section I noticed that the mannequins were built the same.  It looked like two people were inside each article of clothing.  I realize that people want to identify with the crowd and want to feel like they fit in but I have a hard time believing women would want to buy something that made them look like that even though anything they wore would make them look like that because they are like that.

Now I am really observant.  I move through the men’s department and wondered what was going on.  In the men’s department the dummies were all built like athletes and cross country runners.  As someone who looks like neither, I felt left out.  This is discrimination.  If fat women get realism then why can’t men can’t have models in 4x or at least 2x?  Most of them are already bald so I feel right at home with that.  How about a little pot belly?

I feel triggered.  Where is the safe space?  Shopping will never be the same.  The least they could do is offer me a service animal but make sure it is a bulldog and not a greyhound.

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