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My issue with Sports Illustrated is there’s no issue.

Posted in Health, Life & Love, and Relationships

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Another famous plastic doll

camparigirl wrote yesterday about Sports illustrated asking Barbie to model for their annual Swimsuit issue. Actually she wrote about Mattel agreeing to let Barbie model for Sports Illustrated – and wondered why they would do that. Me, I don’t give a damn – unless she was coerced, she’s welcome to pose wherever she wants. What interests me is that S.I. would think their male readers would want to see a Barbie in their most-read issue of the year. Is that where male masturbatory fantasies reside right now – in plastic dolls?

Then there’s the headline: “The Doll That Started It All”. All what? Sexism? Posing naked for sticky paged magazines? The worship of big boobies? Seems a unfairly heavy weight for a tiny bit of plastic to carry on her own.

Aah – you know what, I don’t even care about that. Whatever floats. Mine is a middle-aged life where I don’t have to compete with any big-boobed babe … plastic or otherwise. Actually – I never have. They had what they had and I had what I had. The size of my chest has never mattered to me. What beat inside it did.

I would love to have a great pair of legs, though. Legs with no swag or drape or crepe or slack. Legs that go on for days and that can propel a swimsuit across a beach with confidence. Legs that don’t dance to the words. Legs that can can. Eh, but it’s too late for that now.womansheart

No wait, what am I saying – my legs are just fine. They’ve taken me around many blocks and clocked up the miles. They’ve had me walking into and out of trouble. They’ve kept me moving forward when I am exhausted. They’ve stood tall, they’ve bent to help. They’ve had some fun. And they have kicked some butt. So, if they are looking a little worse for wear, they’ve earned it.

And my heart, housed in this bony, flat, pigeon-chest of mine, has kept me honest.

Barbie is a year older than me, posing in a swimsuit couldn’t have been easy for her. But she had to do it – she has to keep selling herself to stay relevant. And I don’t. Lucky me.

(All images found in the public domain.)

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7 Comments

  1. I really enjoyed your post. You make me think about what is normal and what is not or why we should give importance to the things that doesn’t have any really.

    March 2, 2014
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    February 27, 2014
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  3. You pair are adorably cute. Much cuter than either of the plastic dolls! 🙂

    February 26, 2014
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  4. silvia
    silvia

    I really love what you wrote especially the lines about your legs.
    And I love The Beauty Shop add.
    Don’t you think it’s insane that the majority of the female world looks with admiration and the desire to look like those 8 women with the Barbie body?

    February 26, 2014
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  5. Love this. I don’t think, when it comes to the swimsuit issue, S.I. ever presented an image of a body type that is realistic and attainable for most women. In that sense, Barbie fits right in. BTW, I’m probably one of the last few living females of the Barbie generation that never owned the doll.

    February 26, 2014
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  6. Beautifully written post, Sue. It really touched me.

    February 26, 2014
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