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Adding Spice, and Sexiness, to Life
In digging around for something to post about today, I see that it’s exactly 16 years since The Spice Girls released their upcoming Greatest Hits album, announcing that it would be exclusively available at the Victoria’s Secret lingerie chain for two months before it was available anywhere else.
Never really been a fan. (Yawn.)
Be that as it may:
This reminded me of another story I read this morning.
Apparently, Victoria’s Secret is on the ropes, and is conceding that its prioritization of “diversity initiatives” over “sexiness,” and its partnering with self- and America-hating nutjobs like Megan Rapinoe have about done it in.
It seems all those woke initiatives made over the last few years “never translated into sales.”
Imagine my surprise.
There’s absolutely nothing wrong with celebrating body positivism, and including some rather healthy-looking farmgirls in your ads and on your catwalk. After all, not every woman has the figure of a stick insect, or a sour puss worthy of Victoria (Posh Spice) Beckham.
But the genius of firms like Victoria’s Secret was that they made women feel special. And that (even only in her dreams), if a woman put on a piece of Victoria’s Secret lingerie, she’d feel beautiful. Even more so if her guy (also a marketing target) bought it for her. (Just another form of “body positivism,” IMHO.)
Ladies from a previous generation, such as myself, even if we rolled our eyes at the spectacle, dealt gently with the phenomenon and–miracle of miracles!–if a frippery bit of lace turned up in our Christmas stocking one day, put it in the drawer next to our other–rather Bridget Jones-y–undergarments, smiled to ourselves, and moved on.
Muddle that sort of marketing genius up with ugly, entitled, purple-haired shrieking harpies with chips on their shoulders about just about everything, and bearded “female” spokesthings, and you get exactly what you deserve.
And they did.
In the fashion outlet, Chen noted that the lingerie company’s attempt to stop the financial drain body-positive marketing was causing was to bring back its runway show format, and blend the sexiness the brand had become famous for with some of its more inclusive initiatives.
Victoria’s Secret…brand president Greg Unis summed up this direction for the company, reportedly telling investors, “Sexiness can be inclusive.”
Ya think?
Best of luck, Greg honey. Meanwhile, just over ten weeks until Christmas….
A minor quibble, She. “America-hating” goes without saying, but Megan Rapinoe holds Megan Rapinoe in the highest conceivable esteem. Indeed, the narcissism meter has yet to be deesigned that can survive the Megan Rapinoe Effect. Megan Rapinoe is only disappointed that you don’t find Megan Rapinoe as awe-inspiring as Megan Rapinoe does. It must be a character flaw – on your part.
A “non-profit” started by Victoria’s Secret founder cuts ties with Harvard over the attack on Israel.
Never heard of him/her/whatever.
We should all be so lucky!
Never a Victoria’s Secret fan but they’re trying not to be ‘sexy’ anymore seemed even stupider than Budweiser Lite. Re the Spice Girls: also mostly a yawn but somehow I saw part of their movie. Richard E. Grant (1 of the weirder Brit actors out there which is saying a lot) played their manager! I would say everyone was on drugs but I think they were fairly clean in that regard. Thanks for the post and bringing up this weird memory.
No doubt it is. It’s the one that is baffled by any woman, no matter how few feminine graces she was naturally endowed with, who doesn’t embrace them and make the best of them in healthy ways, but who deliberately sets out to obliterate them and make herself ugly and repellent. Somehow, I just can’t seem to get past it. Oh well.
That sentence right there is worth the price of admission. I will laugh the rest of the day. Thanks She.
I thought that women shopped in Victoria’s Secret precisely because they did not readily identify with supermodels but wanted to do/obtain that which moved them closer to that look. It did not become a successful line of business because only women who looked like Mrs. Posh Spice Beckham bought their products.
Idiots.
Trans customers and fat chicks alike would likely shop there to acquire the quality, style, and tone and would not need their image on a store poster to be encouraged to do so.
How hard is it to find a new batch of beautiful young models every few years? How hard is it to hire designers and marketers who can make lingerie seem novel and au courant? The business model was eternal.
As an aside, my wife refused to wear certain items I bought her from Victoria’s Secret but clearly appreciated the intent. (Unlike guys who browse wistfully in Victoria’s Secret and then walk across the shopping mall to buy the wife a toaster or waffle iron for Christmas, I bought her stuff. Idiots.)
I used to like the short fat one that had a slightly Trumpy tan…. What was her name? Oh, yeah… Pumpkin Spice.
Groan.
Megan Rapinoe has the safety of being no longer a participant in the sport that made her rich and (semi-)famous, when it gets ruined by “trans women” being involved. No risk to HER in arguing that Riley Gaines should have to compete against biological men.