There is a right way to criticise things, and there is a wrong way to criticise things. For instance, if you want to talk about how the Melbourne Cup is a bit trashy, maybe don’t do it by being a gross piece of shit? Just a suggestion.
Let’s not fuck around here, the Melbourne Cup is pretty gross. It’s 50% horses being euthanised and 50% people throwing up into bins while on expeditions to find their lost shoes. Notice how I managed to say this without being sexist or classist? God, I’m amazing.
The ‘Daily Mail‘, however, is not as amazing me, and decided to churn out an article that was a refreshing mix of nostalgia wank and slut-shaming, with side by side photos of vintage Melbourne Cup outfits and women from recent races they considered to be a bit too tartish.
What happens when you combine an inability to understand that fashions change overtime and a lack of respect for personal agency? A bunch of gross creepshots with comments like this:
“This punter at Melbourne‘s Derby Day wore a rather revealing number to see the horses on Saturday.”
And:
“Modern women like this punter at Derby Day don’t mind revealing their assets as they hold can of vodka.”
Amazing, modern women don’t mind wearing a dress and drinking, what a fucking world.
How about this wonderful gem:
“This woman at Derby Day on Saturday is showing a lot more of her legs than Jean Shrimpton‘s mini skirt did in 1965.”
People are less conservative than they were in the 60s? No fucking way. Why is she showing more leg? Because it’s a bloody slit dress, I think technically if we’re going by surface area it probably shows less?
Because it kinds of defeats the purpose, I’ve not reposted the photos here, but if you want to checkout just how creepy an article full of photos taken down the shirts of unsuspecting women looks like, the article is… nah, Google it.
Source and photos: Daily Mail.
