A Very Vintage (and totally sexist) Christmas
It’s Christmas time and you know what that means. In an era when even a Keurig is politically polarizing, ‘tis the season for political correctness and ads that strive to be racially sensitive, gender non-conforming, socially conscious, eco-friendly, anti-patriarchal, demographically equitable, and body-type inclusive.
Don't believe me? I'm pretty sure the Huffington Post and Salon have ministers of propaganda (a.k.a. an army of Twitter warriors)- womyn* whose sole job is to find ways to get offended about nothing and to un-ironically use terms like “intersectional feminism” and “internalized misogyny.”
But the world wasn’t always like this. Long before “Sex is what you’re assigned at birth, gender is what you discover on your own,” it was a much simpler time when the motto was just: “Sex sells.”
As part of my inheritance from my late grandfather (in addition to a copious amount of mismatched wine glasses and other drinking vessels) I was gifted with a collection of vintage magazines.
(And by “gifted,” I mean they were in the trash pile until I discovers what a treasure trove of culture they were).
Womyn, grab your organic, free trade-wool, pu**y hats. Your head just might explode with some of these vintage ads straight from the War on Christmas battlefield circa 1958-1965.
*Womyn, not “women.” WoMAN implies we are derived from men. And men are toxic. #staywoke
