StarSong
Awkward is my Superpower
- Location
- Los Angeles Suburbs
If the founders of Aunt Jemima & Uncle Ben's products had indeed been people named Jemima and Ben, and whose own images were on the products, this wouldn't be a conversation. That's not what happened though. Companies exploited and perpetuated racist stereotypical associations of African-American kitchen slaves or servants by the use of those names and images.
Product lines featuring Martha Stuart, Gordon Ramsey, Colonel Sanders, Chef Boyardee and others are not similarly exploitative because those folks endorsed or created the products bearing their names and likenesses.
It's neither Orwellian nor revisionist history to move forward as a culture grows.
Pre-1960s, Madison Avenue generally depicted women within narrow stereotypical confines. Such vain, shallow, not terribly bright creatures. A little daffy, plenty gossipy, desperate to marry, always sleuthing for new recipes and time-saving appliances, deeply concerned about dishpan hands, ring around the collar and why our husbands won't drink a second cup of coffee at home but indulge at a friend's house. Fortunately we women took good care of ourselves by taking Geritol (hoping our husbands would also magnanimously proclaim, "My wife, I think I'll keep her.")
Perhaps we return to those good old days, too, or is that a bridge too far?
Product lines featuring Martha Stuart, Gordon Ramsey, Colonel Sanders, Chef Boyardee and others are not similarly exploitative because those folks endorsed or created the products bearing their names and likenesses.
It's neither Orwellian nor revisionist history to move forward as a culture grows.
Pre-1960s, Madison Avenue generally depicted women within narrow stereotypical confines. Such vain, shallow, not terribly bright creatures. A little daffy, plenty gossipy, desperate to marry, always sleuthing for new recipes and time-saving appliances, deeply concerned about dishpan hands, ring around the collar and why our husbands won't drink a second cup of coffee at home but indulge at a friend's house. Fortunately we women took good care of ourselves by taking Geritol (hoping our husbands would also magnanimously proclaim, "My wife, I think I'll keep her.")
Perhaps we return to those good old days, too, or is that a bridge too far?