Despite the hilarity of the title, Without Breasts There Is No Paradise tells some very sad stories.
Gustavo Bolívar Moreno says the story is based on real-life conditions facing child prostitutes in the town of Pereira. There he met two girls who were desperate for silicone breasts. One told him that she got her operation for free in exchange for sex. Unfortunately, the doctor used a pair of used implants, which led to allergic reactions and infection.
It makes me wonder: why is it that a crass, throwaway Penny Arcade joke causes all kinds of furor and outrage from new-wave feminists, but not something like this? For crying out loud, this depicts a place where it is culturally normative for women to seek breast implants so that they can have a shot at being the sex slaves of the local warlord. It describes a world where a girl’s highest aspiration, growing up, is to one day sell her body to have a shot at the big time.
This causes less outcry amongst new-wave femnists than a patently absurd joke about fictional “dickwolves,” which don’t exist, and which don’t target women anyway?
First they came for the dickwolves . . . – ANNZac
You know, maybe this is yet another example of the unreal being more important than the real. We have reached a point in society where the plight of actual people means less to us than nourishing our instinctive moral panic, and affirming our own reactions as dictated by society, because we are so preoccupied with our own minds.