Part II: The Naked and the Fake

Female comic characters have always had exaggerated figures. That's nothing new. The exaggeration of photographs is new, and it's not pretty. In fact, it's ruining good old fashioned naked pictures.You look at an old Playboy, and it's so cute, it really is. First there’s the expression – either old-school-Marilyn or oops-am-I-naked faux innocence. These women didn’t embarrass themselves with what we now call sexy-face.
Then there are the bodies. Look at the bellies, the imperfections, the realness. Their bodies were not uniformly tan or painted lighter. They were not perfectly smoothed, rounded or flattened in the same places, their proportions were humanly possibly, and they were even allowed to be different sizes and colors.
The second wave feminists of the 60s decried the objectification. If they only knew what the future looked like.
Back then it was simpler – a woman took off her clothes and someone took a picture. Now it’s a picture of a woman who lives on an absurd diet, has a trainer, has spent thousands of dollars on implants and tucking and lifting, the lighting is more complex, and hours of make-up. Then there’s the Photoshopping: erasing, highlighting, enhancing, making this bigger and that smaller, contorting the image until it’s less realistic than any big-busted superheroine.
At least in comics, the girl gets to kick-ass.

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