Call me a prude, fine, but the things some women wear these days are way too revealing…OK…slutty. Sexy is a great thing, and details like backless, plunging necklines, or even midriff baring are all fine by me. But there is a fine line that divides sexy and bad taste. The lack of outrage from womens groups or their silence is disheartening. Is this what Gloria Steinem fought for? Women to flaunt their tits and parade around like sexual objects of desire with their phony catch me, catch me coquettish acts? I don’t think so. I am not saying cover up, rather, be thoughtful before you go shimmying your boobs around like some hussy.
This is who America is watching on Real Housewives of Atlanta. Yikes. This suburban wanna-be Playmate of the Year 1997 needs to relax.
This January Jones GQ cover shot is gratuitous at best. And for GQ to be modeling itself after Maxim...well...bye.
Seems like everywhere I turn Pamela Anderson is prancing around buttless. As I mentioned earlier this week, I like her but she now has to become a cougar and fade a bit out of the spotlight, and wear a layer. She's not Esther Williams.
Tracey Anderson needs to wear a dress that fits better. This image speaks volumes to me. Annoying.
OK lady, you are not JLo. This could have so easily been flawless. And the whole Lady Gaga pantless thing is so weird already. On stage is one thing, but a red carpet is not a stage...so try not to convince yourself otherwise.
I know, a little titty on the runway goes a long way...but this season the endless parade of underwear as fashion was bordering on sexist.
So…am I a prude or am I right?