Yet when we take our tops off, put pasties on and gallivant around in public (even at festivals), the inevitable negative reaction occurs:
“SLUT. I can’t believe she just has them OUT like that.”
“There’s no way I’m letting MY girlfriend dress like THAT.”
“She’s setting a bad example for young girls who are gonna think that this is okay.”
“Wow, someone is desperate for attention.”
Yes, pasties do elicit a strong reaction. But slinging insults says a lot more about the person dishing them out than it does about the person on the receiving end.
It’s not entirely the hater’s fault–our culture is obsessed with boobs & bodies, yet we are conditioned to be ashamed of them. Plastic surgery and extreme dieting are just two examples of how our culture teaches us that our bodies are inferior. But if we show too much skin, we’re slapped with a scarlet letter and written off as a whore.
Pasties force us to stare this cultural dichotomy right in the face.
Let’s just fucking end it already. Let’s be aware of the dichotomy and ourselves. Realize that happiness–and hate–start from within ourselves, and it is our personal responsibility to monitor it. We can’t change other people, we can only change ourselves and our own perceptions of the world.
Thanks to our festival culture and the modern feminist movement, pasties are no longer a sordid staple for strippers or women who are ‘easy’–they have transformed into a symbol of female empowerment.
Pasties send a message: I love my body, I am comfortable with who I am and I am literally baring & exposing myself to the world in a beautiful act of self acceptance and love.
It’s up to us to continue the culture of acceptance and keep the love going.