I previously blogged about the Ralph Lauren model, Flippa Hamilton, who was photo shopped within an inch of her emaciated life and the backlash Ralph Lauren Inc. received for it.
I have new updates. Apparently, famous model Flippa is pissed b/c RL Inc. fired her "fat" a**! Can you believe it?! Flippa is 5'10, 120lbs! Omg, what a fat cow!
RL Inc. denies the accusation (naturally) and states that Flippa failed to fulfill contractual obligations, one of which being, the requirement to fit into sample sizes 2-4. Please keep in ind that these are "designer sample sizes" meaning that these are not your "normal" size 2-4. Designer sizes are considerably smaller than the sizes you or I would try on at a boutique or department store. The woman is 5'10!!
Here comes the best part... both Flippa and editors of female oriented magazines are issuing a call to arms! This group of "activist" (BS!) are saying that the only way to change the fashions skewed perception of what is beautiful is for the rest of us "normal" women to stop accepting and buying in to the imagery pushed by the fashion industry.
Does anyone else see the irony in this?! If the fashion industry didn't have an unattainable image of beauty half of these stupid magazines would be out of business and the other half would barely eek out an existence. And Flippa, poor sad Flippa...she seemed just fine with this unattainable image when it included her. She was, literally the poster girl for the unattianble image. She knew she was promoting an unreal expectation and helping to lead poor, sad, self-hating 13 year old girls down a hungry, unhealthy and self defeating path as long as she was making money. I find it hard to believe that she was shedding tears all the way to the bank.
Take some F-ing responsibility! There is no doubt in my mind that we all have a part to play in the whole sick, sad game but I'll be damned if I'm going to accept the idea that it is up to me and my friends to shoulder this endeavor while cosmo's editor and super model send out the rally cry!
Empty your fat pockets and eat a carb before you come knockin on my door you implicit heifer.
P.S. Don't forget to leave your crappy crocodile tears at home when you come knockin.
