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Supermodel "Satire"

Satire: the use of irony, sarcasm, ridicule, or the like, in exposing, denouncing, or deriding vice, folly, etc.

The Italian Vogue spread titled "Supermodels Enter Rehab" that includes the picture below would be satire if it were hanging in a gallery for us to discuss and contemplate. Instead, it's actually trying to sell clothes. The same clothes that indicate a certain type of lifestyle which is generally unattainable and/or destructive and is the whole reason that Britney, Lindsay, Nicole, Paris, and company are in the situations that are being satirized by this spread in the first place. That's not satire, that's sick.



View the full spread here. (Not 100% safe for work - lots of partial nudity) Thanks Feministing for the head's up.


For more on the whole helpless and sexualized female thing advertisers seem to think is wonderful (and someone must be buying into or else it would no longer be wonderful, i.e. profitable) see Dr. Diana.

And if you too are sick of hearing about the antics of all the celebutantes, check this out. MSNBC's Mika Brzezinski is my hero - in this video she's refusing to start the news out with the Paris Hilton getting out of jail story. Must see TV.

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