This was on my Pinterest earlier this week. The first two comments speak for my superficial, idealistic Americana-beauty obsessed generation pretty well. Some comments defended Frida's image and art. But again, the first 2 comments really speak multitudes for America's sick, tumorous
occipital lobes. Today celebrating womanhood is only done so when we feel tan, clean-shaven, even-faced, and made up. I'm probably just sensitive due to my own battle with my own mustache and uni-brow. I'm probably wishing I could be as brave as Frida, and as tan. But that's just it. I'm sucked into this obsession with magazine beauty just like the rest of them. Maybe it's part of the human nature to be turned off by the aesthetic of woman facial hair. Maybe it's the invention of TV at fault. Whatever it is, to judge a women's beauty that is non-American without realizing the natural differences of cultures spread across the entirety of this huge world is borderline ignorant. So I shall judge those commentators for their comments, and they shall judge the beauty of an icon. A nasty cycle that winds and winds and winds, just like NASCAR. America, fuck yeah.
