They just haven’t gone far enough. What we need is to develop polity-approved categories for the way women look. Let’s say… ten categories… no, nine… just to pick a random number. These categories need to represent a statistically determined grouping of the types of humans by race, age, weight and hair color, and clothing manufacturers will have to use models from these groupings. The number of pictures of each type of model must equate to the prevalence of that model type within overall society.
But let’s not stop there. Let’s mandate the kind of clothes that individuals must buy, so that we can make sure clothing manufacturers continue to make a profit. We don’t want them to suffer from our decisions about how they market clothes, do we?
So everyone must have clothes of certain types in their wardrobes. The Federal clothes protective service (FCPS) will conduct random inspections of people wardrobes to make sure they are consuming the appropriate number of politically correct clothing.
But wait! There’s more! This is all so inefficient. Why bother with any marketing scheme at all? Why not just manufacture the clothes and send them to each person automatically, no questions asked? It will be paid for through taxes, of course, except there will be no taxes because you won’t earn anything when you work. You will work for love. The state will take care of your physical needs.
So we won’t need models, at all. Instead, all models will be retired at 60% of their former earnings. They will be able to cavort at the seaside, knowing they are the very icon of a certain body type. We will all be happy because we will no longer have to shop for clothes. Clothes will arrive at our door in the mail, and we won’t have to worry about whether it is fashionable or not. The state will have determined fashion for us.
Won’t we be in heaven then? I can hardly stand the thought of never having to step foot inside a clothing store again in my life. It’s better than the internet! Not only won’t I have to go in a store, but I won’t have to ever think about clothes or fashion again!
Hey! I’m like half Jewish or something. Doesn’t that mean Israel has to take me in? Never mind that I don’t know a thing about Judaism. If that’s the price I have to pay to free myself from the tyranny of the fashion industry, I’m signing up!