small tigs? check
narrow hips? check
lineman width? check
lantern chin? check
digit ratio for the manly win? check
Behold the modern American woman. All sass, all crass, no lass nor hourglass.
The woman above is a “pop singer” [SNORT] who, it will surprise no one, is a former Marine. She is standing in the classic pose that women with narrow, prepubescent boy hips stand in to accentuate what little curve they have (or to conceal unflattering straight lines). Like Madonna of yore, she’s built for sex work, piston-shaped and shredded for hours of androgynous pile driving. She does not have the appeal of a woman a man would want to invest his time and money into, or take home to mom. She has the appeal of a woman a man would blow out in a bathroom stall at 2AM.
What the hell is happening to American women? Is it something in the water? Too many splashy facials hardening them in soul and body? High fructose corn syrup? Man-shaped “alpha” women being preferentially genetically selected by plush herbschlingen? Epigenetic morphology alterations in response to environmental cues? The taut and tawny fruit of feminism?
Whatever it is, it doesn’t bode well for America. When women become like men, and men like women, the end days of a culture are nigh.