Tonight, Swedish TV5 is airing a show, or documentary, or something or other, that pisses me off to no end. It's called "Victoria Silvstedt - My perfect life" and features, according to the channel, "glamour".
Now, this is a woman of the same mold as a lot of women who have been featured on TCO; blonde, surgically enhanced women with an IQ of that of a brick, living ever so slightly on the right side of the border between prostitution and "glamour modelling". Let's face it, if she didn't swallow, she'd be the spitting image of Jenna Jameson, one or two videos removed.
What really gets me worked up though, is that this joke of a woman, best known for drunken stupors during which she has fallen out of cars, half naked in front of paparazzis, is somehow perceived as living the "perfect life". What kind of signal does this send to young women? That the road to glory is posing nude, causing scandals and giving up everything even remotely connected to an intellect? And what is that so called glory in reality? Free drinks in Saint Tropez with old, overweight mediterranean men whose only request in return is sex, preferrably on tape?
It's a market created by the media. The glamour of posing nude, the horror when someone actually looks at the pictures. Either way, the girls end up fucked in every meaning of the word while the media makes money.
Fucking disgusting.
/JP
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