I couldn’t help attaching this video of Pierce. At least he’s not modeling the bra.
When I was a kid, the way they advertised bras in TV commercials was very tame compared to now. A woman stood next to a mannequin and pointed at the undergarment, showing the features that provided ultimate comfort and support. This apparently convinced women of their need to own and wear a Playtex bra, or some other brand.
Now we have to watch underwear models strut around, doing their best come-hither, hooker pout, in tiny, sheer panties and bras not strong enough to support two chicken eggs, much less a woman’s chest. Watching anorexic women endowed with breast implants prance across my television screen does not in any way make me want to run out and purchase a certain brand of undies. I have a sneaking suspicion these companies aren’t even trying to sell real women underwear, but once again blatantly marketing sex to men. Perhaps this is where all the cross-dressers come from. Confusion in advertising.
From shampoo to cars, and toothpaste to dust mops, everything is advertised as a tool of overt sexuality to attract men. After all the years of women believing they were fighting for equal rights, taking back their power, or just getting out into the workforce to shed the old restraints of family for the new restraints of a career, this is the equality that has been gained. In the eyes of much of the world, women are still considered objects to be bought and sold. White slavery is the overt method, but I think using women as sex objects to sell products keeps them in bondage just as well. American women think they are above such practices, that they are in control of their own bodies, even while continuing to purchase certain products because they buy into the lie that their worth is in their packaging.
I’m not saying we can’t wear lacy underwear or makeup as a means to feel and look or best (although lace is really scratchy and uncomfortable and definitely does not feel best to me).
Do real women float around on clouds in nothing but lacy bras and panties, with wings on their backs? I don’t think so. While men ogle the nearly naked models, women must imagine some kind of fantasy romance in it all, with themselves as angels with perfect bodies. But it takes more than a pushup bra and thong to find true love and happiness. Those same models that sashay into your living rooms via the TV, live with broken relationships, eating disorders, and insecurities the same as anyone else. Their “perfect” bodies can’t bring them perfect lives, any more than Tiger Wood‘s wife found happiness by marrying one of the richest men in the world. Just saying…