Evil, Bad, NAUGHTY Lingerie

Ok so we have a bone to pick with Blush Lingerie.

*ehhem*

WHERE do you get off designing lovely lacey corests and then sizing them as a grossely inadequate Small, Medium, or Large? You're corsets have CUPS in them, thus necessiting CUP SIZES. A corset isn't a goddamned t-shirt, and, even though this is something of which you should ALREADY already be aware, breasts come in a multitude of shapes and sizes. We very much doubt that many girls who are a C or more will ever be able to wear your designs. Shameful really, because they look quite lovely on the rack, but apparantly your definition of "large" is something that would barely hold a tangerine. Stop trying to jam the female body into your twisted perception of the average size and shape, you masoginistic perverts. Your company fails at life.

*to understand what we are talking about, take the escalators near the metro entrance up to the third floor in the Bay downtown.*

And now, to continue along this feminist train of thought, here's a lovely nighttime story (as sent to us by mummy dearest):

Once upon a time, in a land far away, a beautiful, independent, self-assured princess happened upon a frog as she sat, contemplating ecological issues on the shores of an unpolluted pond in a verdant meadow near her castle. The frog hopped into the princess' lap and said: " Elegant Lady, I was once a handsome prince, until an evil witch cast a spell upon me. One kiss from you, however, and I will turn back into the dapper, young prince that I am and then, my sweet, we can marry and set up housekeeping in your castle with my mother, where you can prepare my meals, clean my clothes, bear my children, and forever feel grateful and happy doing so. "

That night, as the princess dined sumptuously on lightly sautéed frog legs seasoned in a white wine and onion cream sauce, she chuckled and thought to herself:

"I don't fucking think so".

Angry Feminist Eli