Sunday, May 6, 2012
The true purpose and real meaning of magazines
As well an article in the current issue is illustrated with photos of girls' melanoma scars, and the editor claims the magazine makes a point of celebrating all kinds of beauty in any colour, shape and size.
I am reminded of my brother's diatribe in what had to be the 1970's, long before Bluhm was born, when Sears catalogue got inclusive and included pictures of people in wheelchairs, maybe people who were less than perfect in some way and not just on the "husky sizes" pages. He went off the deep end, sweet thing, howling "no one wants to look at that!" Now, set aside the deep political incorrectness but his follow up argument was this showing of the less than perfectly lovely was exactly not the point. "It would be like me going to a record company and saying give me a contract. But you can't sing they'd say, and I would be like, hey, equal opportunity. Support my disability in singing."
Stop blaming magazines for being anything but what they are, collections of pretty pictures, some of people who hit the gorgeous lottery whose images touched up by someone gifted a Photoshop. No more and no less.
Don't let me do all the talking. Here's the story of Julia Bluhm's stand against flawlessness: