Showing posts with label christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label christmas. Show all posts

Sunday, 5 December 2010

Under-The-Shirt Politics...

I have always looked on Victoria’s Secret ads with a totally puzzled and fairly disgusted eye. Their catalogues are famous the world over as more likely to be found covered with not-mysterious stains under a teenage boy’s bed than with pages hopefully turned down on the average woman’s kitchen table. ‘Victoria Secret model’ is synonymous with ‘Most Beautiful Women in the World’ airbrushed to a whole new level of terrifying perfection. ‘Angel’ is a laughable and insulting term for these bra-and-panties clad gym-and-salad gorging semi-humans. In a sense, however, it didn’t matter. It is an American institution; it is the American way. It was across the pond and avoidable.

But now, like all things, the inevitable American influence has washed up on our shores in the form of La Senza’s Cup-Sized Choir. Seriously, who are they trying to sell to? Boyfriends and husbands? Not only appealing to the lowest-common-denominator of the male gender, but also a slap-in-the-face Christmas gift. ‘Honey, I saw boobs on TV and thought buying the product for you would make you more desirable…’. Well Merry Fucking Christmas to you too! Why don’t I book you in for a penis enlargement?

Why is women’s underwear advertised this way? In our lifetimes, probably 90% of our underwear ownership is about comfort, support and fit. About US! 10% is about looking hot for some luck guy. If we put the power of purchase in the hands of men, what is left? We’ll all be walking around with scraps of fabric up our asses and nipple tassels under our work shirts…

There is a whole other post to be written about the fact that there is only one store in the UK that sells bras made in real sizes. Any woman who has been measured by a professional knows that hardly anyone is actually a 34B. For now, though, I ask you, WHY WHY WHY is our underwear being sold to us via men? Why is the sexy 10% of our underwear needs the only part being pitched to us?

In closing, I should make it abundantly clear that I absolutely love wearing hot underwear, the objects themselves are not anti-feminist, but I don’t see how these ads can be taken any other way…

Thursday, 17 December 2009

If I Were To Spend £100 on a Pillow...

It would be this pillow.

Because it’s true, it’s cute and it’s something to hide behind when The Bartlets fight.

Another addition to the imaginary Christmas List.

Pedlars, £94.95

Monday, 7 December 2009

Tiffany & Co: Selling Love Better Than Ever...

I, like millions of other girls, am a sucker for The Little Turquoise Box.
But Tiffany's has really gone all out for the Christmas season. This campaign makes me ashamed to call myself a marriage-sceptical cynic.

The video made me all gooey and girly... For SHAME!

Damn you, Tiffany's and your Love promotion! I'm such a sucker for marketing...

Holy Cowhide!

I love leather. Supple, buttery, smooth, beautiful leather. There's nothing like the smell of it. I especially love leather-bound books. Who doesn't?

Here are a few lusty things for the Christmas List!

Aspinals 'Dinner Party Book', £65

Also known as a Hostess Book. Crucial for any party planning.

Aspinals 'Social Diary', £45

Because everyone needs to know when to book their tickets for Glyndebourne

Hermes Ulysse Notebooks, £195

This has got to be the ultimate stationary...

Smythsons A to Z, £150

Because I ♥ Lodon and I ♥ leather books

and I ♥ Smythons!