People can make books about whatever they want, and we can choose to buy them or instead, make little bonfires with our cash. Read that again if you somehow want to twist my opining on this subject as some kind of attack on free expression. My issue here is my issue with the body pride movement as a whole, that is that everything needs to be deemed beautiful at all times. No. Here's the setup: a woman in Sydney, Australia was made to feel bad about her parts downunder (these are the jokes) by a former sexual partner. So rather than just assuming that sexual partner was kind of a knob, Ellie Eggwick first considered "labiaplasty." This is apparently a procedure to doll up the nethers. I'm learning so many things I never wanted to. While in the fact-finding mission, a doctor told Ellie her bits were perfectly normal. You're right, it should've ended there. But it's 2020, and things have to get worse. So now Ellie is on a crusade to "prove" that all vay-jay-jays are beautiful.

The episode inspired Ms Eggwick, 30, to photograph more than 500 vaginas for a coffee table book.
'Something that is said in the bedroom with someone you are being affectionate with can affect you for the rest of your life,' she told Sunshine Coast Daily.
'It has definitely stuck with me and is the reason why I am doing this project.'
Ms Eggwick said her own insecurities began when she was a teenager.
'As I had never seen another vulva, I had no idea,' she wrote on her website.

Okay, listen. Ms. Eggwick does sound like someone who might be a wee insecure. Were she to stumble upon this blog, her reaction to this very post might be to create a coffee table book of people reading blogs about them to normalize... I don't know, I was hoping the point would come to me. Ellie, if you're here, contact Tess Holliday, Lena Dunham and Amy Schumer. I've said some not nice things about them after they've thrust their bodies into traditional beauty standards in hopes of stretching the standards like a well-worn pair of yoga pants.

Here's my issue with both the coffee table book of vags, and the general idea we need to "normalize" that which is already normal: not everything is beautiful (and that's okay) and this obsession with genitals must end.

Also, who sips their morning caffeine and thinks "I really need to look at vaginas." There you are, sitting on your couch or the couch of a friend, and The Great Book of Gorgeous Vaginas looks up at you. I really need to know who is going to buy such a thing, so I can stay permanently socially distanced from them.

Faces are pretty. Perhaps a nice pair of boobs might be considered pretty, certainly attractive. But really that's it. We generally don't say "Wow, you have really pretty fingers" or "What pretty heels you have." Nor do we look at arm pits and marvel at their grace. There's a reason pinup models feature long-legged, busty ladies. There's a reason men in superhero movies are shown shirtless and not PANTLESS.

Genitals ain't pretty, y'all. They're normal, natural, but not for public display. Just like I don't want a photographic spread of people's nasal septums (also normal and natural, by the way), so I don't need to see photos of women's front holes, or men's mushroom-capped giggle sticks. We all have one or the other. Why can't that be the end of it?

Our bodies are our bodies. Not every bit and piece needs to be celebrated with ticker tape parades. If you're dating a dude who wants to mate with you and insults an integral part of the process, maybe just dump his ass and move on with your life? Just an idea.

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