While Kate, FJ, and I freak out about our busy lives, head to Shakesville and check out the merciless photoshopping of the normally-incredibly-hot Clive Owen. (And check out the rest of Liss’s Impossibly Beautiful series, if you haven’t already.)
We’ve said it before, but it bears repeating: spreading self-loathing — to men, thin people, or whoever — is not the way to solve the problem of oppressive beauty standards. Feminism isn’t about wishing evil on men, and fat acceptance is not about wishing evil on skinny people.
Also, dude, who would fuck with Clive Owen? He will so kick your ass.