So I’ve been getting a lot of emails about Chloe Marshall, the size 16 model who will be competing for the title of Miss England and I’ve found it a bit tough to get het up about.
I mean it’s great and all, but in a way I felt making too big a deal about it is going “ZOMG! They threw us a bone!” and being like that girl who goes to prom with that jerky guy just because she was “lucky” to be asked.
So I bided my time thinking that once Francesca –who’s a Serious Journalist– was finished with her incredibly thorough cavalcade of crinoline she might say something, but then I saw this photo and had to speak up.
Here we have Chloe, a very pretty girl who perhaps needs to work on her posing (neck! give me more neck!) at the Miss England bikini photocall. That’s great, cute girl, nice rack. Questionable shoes (the bands shorten the leg line to deleterious and enstumpening effect) and apparently the stylists in Surrey haven’t gotten the memo that no one wears The Rachel anymore, but other than that, fine. Nothing more to see here. Bartrendrix, another round, if you’d be so kind.
But hang on a second, check out those mannequins behind her. That’s a lot of clavicle. I suppose it’s good that they don’t have heads, I’m not sure their frames could support them.
I’m not a fan of blaming Big Bad Society on every ill that comes down the pike, but in a world where we’re getting bigger and the” ideal” keeps getting thinner, what are we saying when we have no problems with mannequins who look clearly malnourished but nearly wet ourselves either in self-congratulation or disgust when a plus-size girl competes in a beauty pageant?
It’s a weird world out there, gang. Love your body, don’t turn ugly and don’t let the (headless) bastards get you down.