If you have never heard the Dresden Dolls, check out “Coin Operated Boy” as soon as possible. If you have heard of them, you may have also heard that singer Amanda Palmer was recently told by her record label that her “fat belly” makes her “uncommercial.” The F-Word UK says:
This comes from a metal label where, I have it on good authority, “you can count the number of women on the fingers of one hand and most of the people on the label are decidedly chunky hairy dudes”. Amanda’s fans are quite rightly outraged by this shoddy, sexist behaviour and have begun a Rebellyon, posting pictures of their own bellies on fan forum Shadowbox and sending them to Roadrunner in protest.
I first heard about The Rebellyon when my husband (who is going to see Amanda Palmer and her sexy belly in concert tomorrow night, as it happens) forwarded me the link. From Rebellyon:
This issue is not just about Amanda Palmer’s belly. This issue is about all the bellies of the world: big, small, hairy, stretch-marked, scarred, pregnant; every single belly. The aim is to reclaim the belly, to promote a healthy body image for everyone (not just females) and to protest against the “barbie dolling” of artists by record companies and the media…
We promote healthy body images! Love your bellies! All shapes, sizes and colours! What was once only a protest has grown in to a movement to promote healthy body image. The Rebellyon is devoted to getting people comfortable with their bodies.
Whenever I hear about a new hot music star (most recent examples: Leona Lewis and Taylor Swift) they inevitably turn out to be very thin and very sterotypically beautiful. The only fat or even chubby chicks who seem to end up having music careers are the few who have enough talent to somehow make it onto American Idol. And yet they are few and far between.
This whole phenomenon completely baffles and irritates me. We get 100 Jessica Simpsons for one Beth Ditto; regardless of those singers’ relative merits, the disparity there between conventionally and unconventionally attractive music stars is disturbing. Music is supposed to be about who can sing, not adhere to the ridiculously flawed beauty ideal; but somehow, I feel like these days, if you’re a woman, you have to be Maxim-magazine-bramded “hot” to be successful. Please, tell me I’m wrong.
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