Context

I threw a little tantrum here recently about that stupid denim ad. You know the one. I may have even driven off some free subscribers doing that. No idea. All I know is I’m so tired of having all the exact same arguments with bad-faith people who know perfectly well they’re being trolltards but pretend to have the moral high ground anyway. OR, alternately, they have no fucking idea what they’re talking about in a political sense but feel qualified to lecture us anyway. It should come as no surprise that most of the guilty parties are men; men are infamous for suffering perpetual cases of Dunning-Kruger. Though I suspect that’s more an ailment of privileged classes than of the man sex class specifically, since I see that behavior in women of greater socio-cultural advantage as well. “But everything else is easy for me and everybody kisses my ass, so why am I not a genius on this subject as well?”

Because you’re not. Come to terms with it.

A particularly offensive behavior I see amongst this set of ne’er-do-wells is the insistence upon treating every individual incident as if it is completely isolated from every other individual incident and has nothing to do with anything else. And, well, that’s just fucking ridiculous. Human behavior and human perception do not work like that.

Speaking in particular about the denim ad —

Well, let me get this out of the way. It’s an ad for denim clothing. Not just jeans, because the model was also in a jacket, but including jeans. I don’t give a rat’s ass about denim ads nor who they use as models. That wasn’t my problem with it. They can photograph blonde-haired and blue-eyed women if they want to. It doesn’t pick my pocket nor break my leg. So before you break your own legs jumping to stupid conclusions, hope that clears a few things up.

My problem was the context in which it happened.

The people who put together the denim ad captioned the photos in question with some sort of remark about the model having good genes. It was obviously meant to be a pun for “jeans.” Under other circumstances it might have been clever. Unfortunately, they said it about a woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. The trolltards are pretending this doesn’t matter. The trolltards behave as if we also say that brunette women have good genes. Or that brown- or black-skinned women have good genes. Or that women a bit sturdier-framed have good genes. Or that women a little bit older have good genes.

And we don’t say those things, as a society. But we do possess living memory of a country in which it was routinely claimed that blonde-haired, blue-eyed women have “good genes.” That country slaughtered at least six million people in the name of “good genes.” Are we really going to act now like that didn’t happen? One of my great-uncles died in Belgium fighting the gene-fetishists. One of my cousins therefore grew up without her father. Lots of people went through much, much worse.

Context. You could maybe try bullshit rhetoric like that again in about two hundred years, if you give it a fucking rest in the meantime, and maybe you’ll get away with it — especially if you allow that people of other colorations can have “good genes” as well. Right now? No. Stop trying. You’re being shitty.

But, wait! There’s more! That wasn’t the only problem I had with it.

No, because that bullshit wasn’t bad enough, the racist fucknuts who agreed with it got all fake-outraged like “what? We’re not allowed to want to see beautiful women in denim ads?” Let’s look at that question, shall we.

First off, can you honestly tell me there’ve been no other beautiful women in these ads in the past twenty years? No, fuck off. You know damn well there have been.

Secondly, “beautiful” vs “not blonde-and-blue” means you think every non-“Aryan” woman is a bow-wow. So you’re blind as well as stupid.

Thirdly, these ads are for WOMEN’s denim garments. These ads are not for you. Why do you even care who’s in them?

And then the mindset becomes crystal clear. I mean, I already knew this, but a whole lot of you need it pointed out.

So another kind of context you need to fucking consider in the process of figuring out why people are angry is this: For a long, long time now, men have considered women’s fashion and women’s public photographs to be a kind of free pornographic material, to wank to at their abundant leisure. (Clearly abundant. Clearly, y’all have entirely too much time on your Crisco-gunked hands. I wonder if there are any salt mines needing additional staffing.) That attitude really came out to play here. If they can’t wank to a women’s denim ad, they actually get offended. You’d think they’d thank all these other denim companies for endeavoring to prevent a carpal tunnel syndrome epidemic in the unfair sex, but men have never been known for having a tremendous capacity for gratitude.

I might not have been so angry about it had I not seen, with my own eyes, women jumping to the poor widdle men’s defense because they’ve had to look at brunettes, brown women, and fat women in blue-jean ads all these years. Sure, Jan. Clearly it’s a public fucking health crisis. How many American women have died from pregnancy sepsis since 2016?

“But, Dana!” you’re protesting. “It’s not just about skin color! Have you SEEN some of the freaks in these denim ads???”

WHO THE FUCK IS THE CLOTHING FOR. Is it for you? Are YOU going to buy those fucking jeans and fucking wear them? No. They wouldn’t even FIT you. And is there some reason freaks can’t have models in the denim industry? Shouldn’t they be able to see how the clothes would look on them? Would you rather that freaks went around in public naked? Or did you have a final solution in mind for them too?

Hm.

And anyway, HOW much porn have they estimated is available on the internet now, much of it for free? It’s gone well beyond terabytes, I know that much. You can’t stand having even one little corner of our visual world NOT dedicated to making your peepees hard?

Do you have any idea how gross that makes some of us feel?

Oh wait, I know. Imagine having to spend your every waking moment knowing gay men were staring at your ass or your crotch bulge (or probably bump) everywhere you went. You couldn’t even hit Kroger for some dinner fixins without some dude openly leering at you. How would that make you feel? You’d want to fight, right?

Well, at least that’d be a fair fight. Now imagine they were all the size of Mike Tyson in his prime and you were five and a half feet tall and skinny.

Yep. That’s pretty close. That’s what you do to us. Every fucking day.

Context.

Quit crying about fucking jeans ads. The earth is on fire. That is a real problem. Fix it. Thanks in advance.