More Look-At-My-Tits Feminism

I recently watched the 2007 abortion The Babysitters because it was one of the few movies not starring 'film' actress Jennifer Aniston that I hadn't seen and could view instantly! on Netflix. A messy and unintentional pastiche of Mean Girls, Fat Girl and Girls Gone Wild, this film isn't the worst thing to happen to feminism since Lady GaGa, but it is one of the most tedious.

Instant viewer beware.

Pictured Above: Head babysitter-cum-madame, Shirley (Katherine Waterston)

Sexual Availability: Always On-Trend

I've no way of knowing whether this gem from 1964 found its way into the self-congratulatory Vogue retrospective currently blighting the City of Lights, but I think it rather nicely demonstrates the type of chutzpa that has made Vogue the international 'gold standard' in fashion. 

Clearly the magazine understood decades before any other the appeal of second wave feminism and the ease with which its rhetoric about sexual freedom could be co-opted and placed in the service of capital. Clever cropping insinuates the once-shameful act, while the sterile white background and futuristic space hat turn it into something modern (and thus fashionable!).

Who knows where we might be today, Gentle Reader of the female persuasion, without Vogue's courage 50 years ago to turn us all from modest, old timey dames into chic, fellating women? 

I, for one, shudder to think...