Little Gagas and Winehouses - The Manipulation Starts Early

Little Gagas and Winehouses – The Manipulation Starts Early

By

Akinyi Princess of K’Orinda-Yimbo

Way too early. There are a lot of manipulation of women in the West where the women blindly believe they are and have been emancipated since their predecessors burnt their bras. No sooner were the bras burnt than the age of silicon airbag chests took off in force. Miniskirts got micro and tighter, midriffs bare and cleavages just short of the nipple corona. In sports where women have not been allowed to participate, they’re allowed on the platform to be the male winner’s kissing, flower-handing-over and clapping duo. They’re draped on shiny cars at motor exhibitions and play “hostesses” at all manner of functions.

Emancipation? Freedom? Far from it. It’s role assignment. And guess who assigns?

Every season the fashion world squeezes Western girls and women into impossible garments and shoes that seem designed to let them break their necks or at least sprain an ankle. “Sexy” has become the catch-22 for girls and women from age 5 to 80. Why squash yourself into leggings when your backside is a mile wide and several hundred yards deep, as is the circumference of your thighs, whereas the legs are hardly a yard long? Often, at the press ball or the opera, where I always wear my African costumes, some people have asked me whether my attire is not too hot – heat-hot, not sexy-hot – for these functions. My ready answer is always a question: Have you seen desert-dwellers wearing miniskirts? Does the job perfectly.

I also don’t like being told I look sexy. To me it’s like I’m walking around with signs pasted on my whole body saying: for heaven’s sake f**k me! Why not: you look beautiful? Feminine? Gorgeous? Smashing? Fetching? Devastating? Glorious? Breathtaking?

The British government is at the moment debating on whether to ban or lawfully forbid fashion designers who’ve in recent years come up with “sexy” underwear for girls from the age of 5 complete with padded bras (little women again, not little men!). Padded bras. So why were bras burnt once upon a time in the name of emancipation, feminism and freedom? Already the public debate is divided into BadMumsClub, ChristianMumsClub and GoodMumsClub. The one cadre is against infringement in individual freedom, the other is wondering what the world has come to. There are beauty salons for girls as young as 2 or 3 to have their hair, nails and makeup fashioned to miniature Lady Gaga or Amy Winehouse (may she rest in peace). One interviewed kiddie salon owner (a woman) said that little girls like to copy mum’s clothes and makeup. Yet, in my opinion, this is where parenting comes in. Mum or dad has to let the child understand that there’s a huge difference in certain things between grownups and children, so little daughter just has to wait until she’s old enough.

But what can laws do about a parent who buys these underwear for their children? What goes on in the head of a child wearing a T-shirt with the words FUTURE PORNO STAR? What about in the head of kiddie-fiddlers who spot the girl-child in the street, the tube or sitting in the same bus?

And why is it always the female put under pressure while the wool is pulled over her all-too-willing eyes?

The little boys? Oh, their T-shirts or jeans say CHAMPION, TIGER, SCHOOL REFUSENIK, PRINCE OF DARKNESS… No wonder girls are screaming outside cinemas to the male “vampire” with placards begging BITE ME!