Ashley Graham has fashioned herself a lucrative business out of not losing that last twenty-five pounds. Empowerment lectures, ‘real woman’ merchandise sales, and now she’s been drafted into Time-Warner corporate diversity mandate by way of inclusion into the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition. A reasonable number of men dig the Ashley type of jiggle and cake. Still, she’s not a logical fit for SI who has been diligently Photoshopping the slightest imperfections and nipples off their swimsuit models for decades now. So, they’re lying about why they picked her.
Graham’s a chunky wind up toy with a spiel about how the average sized woman in the U.S. is a 12-14. She’s a 16, but pay no attention to the breakdown in her message. There’s something to be said for designing women’s clothes for where the buyers are. There’s less to be said about fucking up some historically decent spunk material, Graham explains it with a straight face thusly:
Women want to see themselves in magazines. Men want to see similar type things to what they have at home…
That’s a daring suggestion not supported by any evidence whatsoever. There’s billions of hours of porn consumed in this country annually that speaks to the opposite. Graham’s entire premise is ridiculous on its face. There is no widespread clamor for zaftig bikini models. However, there is a strong push for whatever inclusiveness means among large corporate entities. You’re playing this well, Graham. All the power and money to you. Don’t chide us when we slap your ass. We’re the victims here.
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