Ah, but Lola maybe this is supposed to be the Emily Ratjakowski brand of subversive feminism? You know, the type where clickbait-ish sexually suggestive poses (read: softcore p*rn) of your conventionally shaped and styled body are used by yourself like meat to get everyone's attention (it's all fine for you to do it because duh, agency), and once you've got the attention that you talk highbrow politics or hard-hitting issues. Somehow all the drooling men will miraculously stop drooling, listen up, and 'respect' this 'hot but awesomely clever' girl. In short, delusional and actually quite regressive for the cause. God help anyone dares to criticise them, all sorts of '-ist' daggers get thrown around.
In Maria's case, she has learned ever since that slogan tee that you don't actually need to follow through on what you voice from the rooftop which for me just furthers the point that her 'message' is disingenuous. So what if a head of state or woman in power won't be caught dead in anything gold-coloured, or a sheer dress which only disguises your nipples and knickers? All that matters is the actual superlative. And it's exasperating to see how so many, not on TFS, fall for it hook, line and sinker.
