By JAMILA RIZVI
Remember when the length of your skirt meant, well, nothing more than the length of your skirt?
Yeah. Neither do I.
In fact, I bet there were countless neanderthal women who sat anxiously in their caves, sewing together the skin of a slightly-smaller-than-average tiger and worrying that they’d get hit over the head with a club for showing some prehistoric knee.
This image was created by high school student Rosea Posey, to illustrate the absurdity of so called ‘slut shaming’. In her fantastic art piece, she shows us how the world continues to judge women based on their appearance.
But personally? I found the image very confusing. And that is because I do not know, which one of these I am supposed to be. I am the owner of skirt or a dress that hits almost every one of those little marks.
Take a look:
Now, perhaps, I am simply a very, very, very, very good shopper.
Or, perhaps, the length of your skirt means nothing more than ‘this is what I felt like wearing today’ (and anyone who thinks that what a woman wears is an invitation to make a judgment about her personal life, is just a bit of a tosser).
Top Comments
errrrr... "asking for it"? That's a little... problematic... It sort of implies that "she wanted to be raped"... or am I reading too much into it?
hear, hear
furthermore, maybe ive been blessed with nice legs- why cant i have these on show- same as people with nice hair, eyes, hands, lips, nose etc