Katherine Kane
It's less distressing than "vaginal rejuvenation," for sure
Whoa, hold it here. Let's separate these two issues out. "Vaginal adornment" and "low vaginal esteem" are two very different things, unless you're willing to toss in a whole host of things women do to their bodies. Women aren't "vajazzling" (god I hate this word) because they feel
bad about their vaginas, much like they don't pierce, tattoo shave or wax because they feel bad about them.
When they
do feel bad (and what society tells them to do), then they have surgery, take pills, suppositories, douche, worry about "feminine odor which can only be eliminated with this special liner/spray/wipe," any any other number of things, nearly all of which masquerade under the notion of "proper feminine hygiene." They treat the v****a as if it's something you have to
fix, not make pretty.
Even the women who say the have vaginoplasty because they want a "prettier" v****a follow this line of reasoning:
my v****a doesn't look like this v****a -> this v****a is in a magazine so it must be pretty -> something is therefore wrong with mine, it doesn't look like that so it's ugly -> I must fix my v****a.
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but it's another one of those things that promotes the idea that vaginas are there for the entertainment of men and should be ornamented appropriately.
The starting point with the dilemma is that you're under the assumption that this is being done for the entertainment of men, which only says to me "once again, a woman is doing something to her body and therefore it must be for the entertainment of men." Her body is not her property, so she cannot be doing this for herself. It's the "Victoria's Secret" way of thinking. Why would a woman wear a fancy bra for herself? Bras and boobs are items of male pleasure, therefore they must be done for men. Women
can't take personal pleasure in jazzing up their undergarments.
Yet I have
only heard of vajazzling in the context similar to when girls at slumber parties do each other's nails. It was first promoted by a silly actress who was feeling low and single and it was done to make her lady-bits feel special again. "See, there IS something that you can do for yourself!" A form of sexual self-indulgence. No one was going to see it, but doing it made herself feel good. The same way women go out and get their hair done, have a spa day, get a manicure. These vaginas aren't going to be seen by a man. But because it's being done to her genitalia it somehow means the adornment is for men.
That men have something to say about it is besides the point. It reminds me mostly of the eternal Undergarments Debate. There are plenty of men out there who are willing to step into the debate about whether they like women who do or don't wear a type of bra or panty, but it's mostly irrelevant to
what women actually decide to wear. Which brings us to the next problem.
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Who really wants to ******** a disco ball anyway?
"Who really wants a woman to wear a thong anyway? It's just not sexy."
None of your business. Your new qualifier now is that she
shouldn't do this because if she does, then she's ******** (assuming once again that this has anything to do with ******** the old bait and switch. "But doing that is demeaning, so when I tell you not to, it means I'm
empowering you. Ignore the fact that I'm still telling you what to do regardless."
I never hear this argument with female genital piercing. I never hear it with female genital tattooing. Cotton boyshorts or satin briefs? Which of these is unfeminist? Is it because this crosses to close to the realm of girly jewelry, and the jewelry industry is pretty much commercializing the idea of paying for a woman's love with shiney rocks?
"Vajazzling" is stupid idea, in large part because it's a stupid word. But it's no more or less stupid than when I decide that today, I will wear my fancy undergarments. Even though no one will see them but me, knowing that I am wearing them makes me feel better/sexier/happier. It's something that I have done for
myself and it doesn't matter if anyone else knows.
This song just ain't about you.