High heels and bikini lines

Yet another article about another cutesy organization that plays up stereotypes of single women to get out the vote. I can't get enthusiastic about these organizations because even though I like clothes and shoes even make-up sometimes, and yes, I like men and sex, I am insulted by the idea that I need to be lured into voting by playing up what single women are supposed to be interested in. But I can't hate them, either, because the heart is in the right place:

"Feminism isn't about 'do you wear Birkenstocks or high heels?' do you burn your bras?' or do you wear hundred-dollar bras?'" Schenewerk said. Instead, Running in Heels "encourages women to work for their interests by exercising their right to vote, getting them involved in politics."

It's a little tedious to have to refute the idea that all feminists are ugly man-haters by playing up that some of us like the color pink and aren't opposed to lipstick, but I guess it's necessary. More clever refutations of the stereotype aren't likely to get as much play as a tedious cliche.

But mine is not to add to the analyzing of this whole thing to death. My purpose today in linking to this story is this:

When UT Law School graduate Caryn Schenewerk envisions the empowered voter of 2004, she sees high heels, cocktails and an impeccable bikini line....At one event, attendees collected certificates for free wax jobs - not for their cars, but for their bikini lines.

I hate the term "bikini line". You can't cutie-pie it away, people--it's pubic hair.

Anyway, who the hell sits around envisioning someone in high heels with a cocktail and an impeccable bikini line anyway? I mean, besides Hugh Hefner? Most women in high heels holding cocktails are wearing clothes. For all you know, they have a wild, untamed bush going on under that adorable cocktail dress.