Posted by Loulou on Nov 10, 2013 | 0 comments

(Photograph from article in The New York Times)

Can up believe this?

Boy, is mama hot under the collar. When she read me the story about Venezuela and how women in that country are obsessed with having outlandish bodies through surgery, and the maker of store mannequins is re-doing its prototypes to look like bosomy Barbies, I was really glad to be a kitty.

Why do women anthros buy into this stuff anyway?  So what if Venezuela has had three Miss Universe winners (one with a nose job to help her along)—do women really care about looking like an overstuffed Barbarella in order to be happy or accepted by others (mainly MEN anthros)?

Osmel Sousa, unfortunately, the head of the Venezuelan beauty pageant, has the gall to say that “inner beauty doesn’t exist. That’s just something unpretty women make up to make themselves feel better.” Do you believe this guy? What is he smoking? (I don’t know what that means but anthros say it..) By the way, this man is a hero in Venezuela and I don’t mean to knock their national pride, but I’ll bet Venezuela has a lot more to offer than beauty pageants…

Is this Mr. Sousa OUT OF HIS MIND?  Oh, boy, anthros are weird, but I have to say that women anthros are even weirder than this guy for believing this hogwash and actually saving up to have their boobs turned into watermelons and their butts stuck with potentially dangerous whatever it is to make them tighter.

Lordy, lordy, I am a female-kitty-advocate and sure, kitties could have all this stuff done and have snazzier tails or tummy tucks (I know some kitties who could actually use that one but no matter—kittys’ tummies are often their best ass-ets, haha).

I’m turning in tonight and turning my back on this crazy, mixed up society. This insanity in Venezuela is about as screwed up and sad as any anorexic/bulimic craze in any other society. Do these women anthros have NO self-worth or self-confidence? To think that they believe that their futures depend on looking like comic-strip mannequins is only an indication of a deeper social illness in that country.

This kitty can see no antidote in the near future, and if this Sousa guy feels that beauty if only skin deep, he’s sure missing out on some very beautiful women…

Good night to the bucket, as they say in Italy. You’ll just have to look that one up…

I’m myow-ta here.

Hey, no lookin’ at my tummy! OR boobs…