“Oppression,” the Latest Fragrance by Victoria’s Secret
I really don’t like Victoria’s Secret. Can you tell by the title of this article? I don’t feel good when I pass a Victoria Secret. I didn’t feel good inside it at age twelve when I first started shopping for bras. And I don’t feel good that such a stupid place exists. In Victoria’s Secret the walls are adorned with lingerie-clad women with expressions that would suggest pornographic orgasms are taking place over the mere touch of their silk panties. In the air, the sweet suffocating scent of Victoria’s Secret’s latest perfume—“Exotic Dancer” or “Dick Hardener” or “Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy”—the last one would smell something like melted down candy, vodka and cat pee.
At the front of the store, a young girl greets you. But she doesn’t resemble Adriana Lima who takes up a whole wall with her lips puffed out to the right and her perfect Photoshopped butt to the left—no. This is a normal-looking girl, black shirt, smiling and welcoming me to where feminism goes to die.
“Sophia, calm down. Women LIKE Victoria secret”
Do they? If you are a woman, allow yourself a moment to look up at the giant, panty-clad Adriana. Tall, busty, curved butt. She’s wearing a red bra that barely does the job of holding up her boobs, and a matching thong that shows off her glistening butt-cheeks. How does that make you feel? Is that beauty? Is that love? Is that sexy? Is that what you want for yourself? Or is that even a person you’re looking at? Because when I look at it, all I see is an object for sexual pleasure. And when I go to the register to buy the red bra and panties, well, I think I’ve just done gone and allowed myself to think that way about me too. Not only that, I’ve given money to a company that advertises women as fuck-toys, caters to only a particular body type (couldn’t find anything above a D-cup until they got flack for it, recently) and makes women feel bad about themselves. Indeed, Victoria’s Secret says they are all about making you feel “good” in “your” body. But do you feel good about your body at Victoria’s Secret? Does wearing a G-string make you feel good?
Maybe it does. Maybe the pictures of “orgasming-via-panty” models make you feel alright. Good, even. Or maybe it just makes you feel a little bad. Maybe the nausea succumbed to just a dull stab when you began realizing you’ll never look like that. But I know that I would give anything to go back in time and pull a twelve-year-old me out of that store. I know I spent a lot of time feeling worthless because I didn’t look a certain way. And Victoria was there, like a big sister, to soothe me:
“There, there little girl. You’re right, you will never look like me. But buy this thong and make a sexy face and then maybe a man will find you desirable one day.”
Women, you think that the commercials are designed to entice men, but WOMEN are the ones swiping their credit cards at Victoria’s Secret. There are better places to buy your bras and underwear. Real sexuality and beauty are not to be found at the panty carousel. I’d like to believe that women can take down the oppressive tyrant, but maybe that will never happen. Maybe such a notion enrages you, the reader. But I, personally, hate Victoria’s Secret. I hate it. And you can call me a crazy, “man-hating, lesbian, feminazi who doesn’t shave her armpits” but that’s not who I am. I am not so unlike yourself, and I am telling you that a store like this does nothing but hurt young men and women. It promotes unfair expectations, unrealistic ideas of sexuality and specializes in women viewing themselves an unequal.
Huzzah for true sexuality. Huzzah for being sexy and beautiful.
But I hope Victoria’s Secret burns down in flames and re-enters the depths of hell where it rightly belongs.
If this subject interests you, here are some links that cover both sides of the Victoria’s Secret debate.
Anti Victoria’s Secret Article:
Pro Victoria’s Secret Article:
Debate about Victoria’s Secret:
Victoria’s Secret misusing feminist ideas to promote their misogynistic ways:
Victoria’s Secrets models at ‘boot camp’