eloisel said:
Sadly, I don't think it is that simple. We live in a world where advertising promotes this negative self image - that thinner is better and a gal just can't be too thin. It doesn't help that the air brushed porno queens come a dime a dozen either promoting the idea that women love nothing better than being submissive sex toys for some of the god damnedest ugliest men on the planet. Please.
There seems to be only one solution. Harvest all the available sperm, freeze it for future use, develop cloning technology, get rid of the men, and have a woman and gay men only world. Things would be much prettier and smell better too. There might be allowances made for sensitive males but they'd have to be carefully raised and screened to make sure no throwback behaviours surfaced. Some women, such as myself, could keep the odd sweaty carpenter type, but they'd have to be responsible for him.
Yeah, women are obsessed with weight, appearance and vain to the point of absolute silliness (size freaking ZERO? Jesus.)
But it's all the fault of bad ol' menz, who have the nerve to be attracted to certain body shapes both through advertising, conditioning and millenia of genetic programming (ps curvy t & A equals healthy childbirthing prospects in our distant past, and is a genetic tag ALL straight men instinctively covet. Learned behavior is another thing entirely).
Of course, your Amazonian Eden-like Isle of Lesbos fails to account for one flaw in your reasoning: if evil menz from the Lifetime Network are responsible for all badly protrayed skeleton-women currently gracing most issues of Cosmo, who the fuck is BUYING all that shit?
Ain't me, and it ain't any of my buddies unless there's a Red Sox logo on the cover. Here's a tip for you that you should already know: If you have a vagina and are willing to share it for a little while, guys could mostly give a rat's ass how skinny you are. Ask Pickle. Ugly chicks are the reason MEN invented beer. We don't need all that fru-fru-, ass-slimming lingerie and cosmetic crap, it just makes it harder to get you all naked.
Finally, your Twatopia also neglects one other key point: there is no such thing in real life as a group of more than four women who can get along for five minutes without three of them ganging up on the fourth and scratching her eyes out.
Face it, you need knuckle-dragging, ballscratching neandertals like us to keep your world in order, because we tell you what to do. Without that guidance, the entire world would spend eternity lost on the goddamn turnpike because you can't find the right fucking exit ramp.