Vogue Finally Decides To Give Teenaged Girls A Break

After years of glamorizing emaciated children, Vogue editors have finally taken a stop back from the precipice and agreed to make a change in the models they use.  From NPR:

“From June on, no models will appear in Vogue’s pages who are under 16 or who appear to suffer from any eating disorder.

“The magazine will also ask agents and casting directors to police the ages of models when casting shoots. It promises to encourage healthy eating practices among models and new practices among designers to promote the casting of models from a broader range of body sizes.

“The moves follow years of criticism of fashion magazines — and the industry more generally — in pushing young girls to believe their bodies are somehow malformed if they do not mirror those of models. The use of photoshop to whisk away blemishes and unwanted fat from the pictures of celebrities has if anything accentuated those concerns.”

That’s great news; I hope other fashion magazines choose to do this as well.

The Entitlement Society We Should Cultivate

Reason #4,268 to read the Anchoress (emphasis added):

A few years before my brother died, he became ill and needed a very minor procedure. Without it, he would likely get worse and die. The doctors were shocked when my sister and I said, “of course we want you to do it.” To them it seemed like a no-brainer: who would want a life so reduced in quality? “It’s the life he has,” we said, “and he’s entitled to it. It may not be the life you think you’d want, but he loves music, and he has friends he laughs with, and he watches his tv shows and likes to sit outside and draw and listen to the birds. He loves flowers. It’s his life! No one is entitled to take it from him.” One of us even said — and I am not sure who, because either of us are capable of being this direct: “one day this might be all the life you have, and you might find yourself wanting to live it, even if others can’t see the point.”

They didn’t like it, but they did the procedure and my brother lived for four more years before passing in his sleep. They were his years, even if they made no sense to anyone else, and he was entitled to them.

Read the rest.

In Which I Admit I Have No Idea What’s Going On In The World

Since late last week, I’ve been alternating between being immersed in construction work – we’re getting close to finishing the mother-in-law suite addition to our house – and sleeping.  And that’s pretty much all I’ve been doing.

Since last night (and we stopped work about 11pm) I’ve been working on floating sheetrock.  Jeez, this stuff is like real work, especially working on the ceiling.  I may start having withdrawals, though, if I don’t catch up on the news soon.  I took a few minutes to check Hot Air and Ace of Spades while I ate lunch just now, and apparently Romney’s pretty well locked in the nomination. While I’m still not a fan, we could do worse. Like keeping Obama in office, for example. And this speech did hearten me up a little. It’s discouraging that my initial response to it was, Well, Mitt, were you lying then about your moderate, anti-Reagan, progressive positions in Massachusetts, or are you lying now? But, whatever. I have sheetrock to float. If you haven’t heard the speech, it’s pretty decent. I hope he meant it.

The Real War On Women

Most of the “war on women” narrative has died off, since Republicans have (finally!) started pushing back.  And maybe, just maybe, Republicans have caught on, since they’re pushing back more quickly and effectively than usual on the dog abuse narrative.  My favorites:

“Say what you want about Romney, but at least he only put a dog on the roof of his car, not the roof of his mouth.”

“Q: Why did @MittRomney put his dog on top of the car? A: So@BarackObama wouldn’t eat it. 

Back to the “war on women” nonsense. It’s worth mentioning that while no such war is being conducted in the United States, there is one in Afghanistan.  I would take feminists a lot more seriously if they took the plight of Muslim women seriously.