They have wings and yet they cannot fly.

Those few loyal and brave fellows who regularly follow this blog know that I don't often get morally indignant or self-righteous.  Nor do I fall into the trap of allowing my anger to be vented in loud-mouthed ideological rants.
No, sir.
We rise above the more base members of the blogosphere to provide cool headed analyses of daily events.

Until now.

Friends - sometimes in this world, great injustices are perpetrated, the likes of which a truly caring individual, an individual guided by a clear understanding of right and wrong, and provoked by blatantly obvious oppression and hatred and by their deep seated moral rectitude - well friends - then that person can longer acquiesce or remain silent.
It is incumbent upon all of us to rise up and fight against tyranny when we see those without voices - be they few or be they many - who cannot themselves fight.
And such an event has occurred.

I am, of course, talking about the latest Victoria's Secret Fashion Show.
These poor oppressed ladies, forced to walk the fashion runway like so many paraded purebred horses and no doubt coaxed, cajoled, and likely drugged out of their collective noggins remain voiceless and unheard.
Their cries of pain and pity may not be heard or seen thru their glittering T-backs - but it is there, my friends.  Oh, yes.
They cry out to be freed from their $2 million dollar, jewel encrusted, push up bras - even as they strut upon the catwalk in their designer stilettos.

Sadly, they have wings and yet they cannot fly.

Look for yourself and witness the effects of this oppressive male patriarchal gender inequality.

I too feel their pain.

Never before have so many "angels" been forced to endure so much hell on earth.

But who will listen when Candice Swaenpole cries out for freedom?
Who will dry the tears shed by Lily Aldridge?
Who will offer the comfort of the warm embrace of compassion and understanding when Benhati Prinsloo collapses under the immense weight of the narrative of archetypes of cultrural gender boundaries?

It shall be, I.

I too know why the caged bird sings, Candace.
I too.....

The outrage of female sexuality - fought for, won, bought and sold, commodified, repackaged, and resold back to them at the low, low price of their own soul.
Or 2 for 1 Chinese knickers.
Whichever.

Sad.
So very sad.