SUPERMODEL
Prepubescent imagery.
Empty, stupid eyes.
Waif thin.
Tyrannical.
No fat.
No body hair.
No character, no love, no personality -
No brain.
So thin, and yet...
So thick.
By your anodyne complicity
In this gruesome stereotype
You connive
In the corporate enslavement of your sisters
- Anorexia, bulimia, self-loathing, fear.
They aspire to be like you
- An unnatural creation of capital -
And wreck their bodies in the process,
Destroy their fertility,
Tear apart their lives.
But hang on a minute?
Not my place to talk about that?
I'm a man, what do I know?
You're just trying to earn a living?
What I'm saying has been said before?
OK.
But when the football blokes look
And make some expected remark
I'm supposed to join in.
I'm supposed to fancy you -
Or pretend to.
Well, I don't.
And I won't.
More than that.
You revolt me.
You give me an inversion.
It's quite simple really.
I just don't desire a stupid adman's toy
Styled to look like a prepubescent girl
- A real 'babe' -
There in the tabloid
Next to the lurid description
Of Gary Glitter's downfall.
I love a real woman.
I won't buy the product you advertise.
I won't watch your latest film.
I'm not interested in your poxy TV series
I'll never set foot in that bloody car
And I hate you.
I know I should just ignore you, or feel sorry for you
But I hate you
And your fashionist masters
Bringers of misery
Destroyers of individuality
Harbingers of despair.
Women and men:
Riot against diet!
Sod the microchip revolution -
Let's have a fish 'n' chip one!
Cream bun chocolate cream bun chocolate
Lard lard sag aloo beer beer beer!
Riot against diet!
Smash fashionism!
Say goodbye to Hello!
Make Cosmopolitan... cosmopolitan!
Let's have a real woman's realm!
Take over the curry house
Fill your freezer full of ice cream
Live
Love
Get real!