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Tomorrow in South Africa women are encouraged to "enjoy their femininity" and celebrate National Cleavage Day. Seriously. The event is sponsored by..drum roll.. Wonderbra, and it goes with a "socially-relevant" pitch:
Rejoice in your femininity, have fun with Wonderbra and celebrate being a woman on National Cleavage Day! In the morning from 7-9am gorgeous Wonderbra girls can be spotted in the traffic in BMW’s & Harley Davidson’s, and that evening at Franki Bananaz and Billy the Bums in Durban and Johannesburg, and at Sobar and Rooseveldt in Cape Town. All proceeds will be donated to The Sunflower Fund, which raises awareness and funds for the SA Bone Marrow registry. So, while you party up a storm at a Wonderbra National Cleavage Day Party you can also affect people’s lives!
This sounds more like a pathetic pitch to sell breasts-enhancing brassiere rather than raise awareness for bone marrow registry. My advice to Wonderbra is that they try to raise awareness first among themselves on how not to objectify women.
A brassiere is seen to symbolise the repression of women's bodies. If indeed you want to feel free and unrestrained, you simply don't wear one. If they really want to celebrate femininity (and even freedom), they need to look at how UP does the Oblation run, female-version, au naturelle, without cleavage by Wonderbra.
It is also interesting to note that this event is celebrated in South Africa every year to "celebrate and rejoice women's femininity," the same country where rape statistics are so high it's unbelievable (one is raped every 26 seconds.) How can one rejoice in her being a woman in a society where mere possession of breasts and a vagina makes one a target.
We live in a world where a woman's beauty is judged by the color of her skin, the smallness of her waist, and yes, the size of her breasts. This is a society where people, through relentless advertising, are encouraged to want and buy more. And they'll tell you it's alright to give in by cleverly icing the real intent under the guise of social responsibility. While you party up a storm at a Wonderbra National Cleavage Day Party you can also affect people’s lives!
It's making me sick.
This sounds more like a pathetic pitch to sell breasts-enhancing brassiere rather than raise awareness for bone marrow registry. My advice to Wonderbra is that they try to raise awareness first among themselves on how not to objectify women.
A brassiere is seen to symbolise the repression of women's bodies. If indeed you want to feel free and unrestrained, you simply don't wear one. If they really want to celebrate femininity (and even freedom), they need to look at how UP does the Oblation run, female-version, au naturelle, without cleavage by Wonderbra.
It is also interesting to note that this event is celebrated in South Africa every year to "celebrate and rejoice women's femininity," the same country where rape statistics are so high it's unbelievable (one is raped every 26 seconds.) How can one rejoice in her being a woman in a society where mere possession of breasts and a vagina makes one a target.
We live in a world where a woman's beauty is judged by the color of her skin, the smallness of her waist, and yes, the size of her breasts. This is a society where people, through relentless advertising, are encouraged to want and buy more. And they'll tell you it's alright to give in by cleverly icing the real intent under the guise of social responsibility. While you party up a storm at a Wonderbra National Cleavage Day Party you can also affect people’s lives!
It's making me sick.
Labels: Event, Rants, South Africa
after 3 long years, we just finished the academic requirements for our master's degree in urban and regional planning. It has been a very good experience not only for the additional knowledge I've gained in those years but I'm more thankful for the loads of wacky and interesting people I met along the way. They definitely made those three years super fun! It's great to reminisce the hardships one has to go through to achieve a goal. This second degree is the fruit of years of hard work (proud to say that I've never been a free-rider) and abilidad (private joke among UP studes) and lots of team work thanks to my hny. I'm definitely going to miss cramming! Bad habit I know, but I believe I've mastered the art and science of cramming so it totally works for me. I'm gonna miss the fun of finishing a major paper overnight, me trying to figure out how the hell I could integrate each of our parts while the rest of the group are busy eating and chatting about their lives. I'll miss the frantic search in the net for hidden formula that I believed could've made my life easier in forecasting trip generation, for instance or doing a skimmed tree! I'll miss hell week, the blue books, (secret) assignment sharing and (underground) yahoogroups.
It's time for a phd.
It's time for a phd.
Labels: Life, reflections
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