Prime Example

Following on from the above post, here’s a classic example of mollycoddling:

Why Anya Taylor-Joy’s corset photo is so dangerous to impressionable young girls

On Sunday, to celebrate the premiere of her film Dune: Part Two in New York, the 27-year-old posted a shot of herself wearing the undergarments needed to pull off the dramatic Maison Margiela haute couture gown she wore on the red carpet – namely a corset straight out of the Victorian era, that was cinched so tightly it will have eating disorder counsellors clearing their diaries for the foreseeable.

Here’s the offending pic:

But here’s the silly part:

One [commenter] accuses the actress of ‘normalising starvation’; they tell her plainly that ‘this is not a healthy look for women at all’; and another has written a desperate plea: ‘You are going to kill people with this sort of beauty promotion. Please delete. Please.’

I find it hard to comprehend why Anya would have posted this picture – or at least not taken it down once her followers had made her aware of the potential damage it could be doing.

And sadly the only thing I could come up with was the need for publicity – the need to garner more attention around her red-carpet appearance for Dune.

As a grown-up actress, looked up to by so many young women, she needs to recognise that supposedly fashionable Instagram shots like this can turn into tomorrow’s anorexia inspiration.

Frankly, if “impressionable young girls” feel the need to starve themselves to death after seeing that pic, they need to be expunged from the gene pool anyway.  But here’s another pic of the offender:

Next thing, we’re going to be calling for the abolition of pics such as this because “shots like this can turn into tomorrow’s rape inspiration” among impressionable teenage boys or Third World immigrants [some overlap].

Here’s a suggestion for people calling for this kind of action:

Fuck off.  Just Fuck. Right. Off.

We don’t need to be “protected” from this stuff;  we need to realize — as about 90% of all sentient beings realize — this this is fantasy.  The corset was a movie costume, not a “how to dress” guide.  That some morons will take it the wrong way is unfortunate, but not problematic for anyone other than their own stupid selves.

I’m reminded of the Popes who ordered that Michelangelo’s priceless artworks be defaced by having fig leaves painted over the depicted women’s pudenda.  Same people, same thought process.

What the hell:  why not inspire some lustful thoughts, or maybe an insatiable urge to go and shop at Victoria’s Secret…


  1. If her eyes were any further apart she’d be looking behind herself.

    Nice chewable nipples though.

    No comment on the unavailable pudenda.

  2. Ignore the “beauty” magazines. Look at the pictures if they’re pleasing to look at but the words are destructive.

  3. Woke bullshit has become so ubiquitous that it’s morphing into white noise. I’m reminded of Bryan Cranston taking shit from the usual suspects when he played a quadriplegic, despite not being one himself. The same for straight actors playing fags (yes, I said fags. Sue me). To the woke among us: call your mommies and have a good cry, like the pathetic little fucksticks you are.

    So let it be written. So let it be done.

  4. Incidentally: Dune is on my Mt. Rushmore of sci-fi epics, and I thought the HBO’s first installment was excellent*. Quite looking forward to the sequel. The Dino DeLaurentiis Dune from the 80s is one of the worst movies ever made.

    *With one caveat: Frank Herbert wrote the villain as gay. Apparently that’s a bridge too far for HBO. In their estimation, only straights can be vile.

    1. The Dune from the 80’s was 4 hours of my life I’ll NEVER get back. Refused to take the chance on the second one.

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