‘What would you like your daughter to be when she grows up? A doctor? A Judge? Chairman of the Stock Exchange? Perhaps your ambitions are more modest and you would be quite content to see her doing something less exalted but equally worthwhile, such as midwifery or primary school teaching.

Well, you’d better forget all that because your daughter may well have other ideas. Even as you read this she may be doing online research into breast implants and diet pills and how to snag a billionaire. And, by the way, not only is she just nine and therefore far too young to be doing any of this but, while she’s doing it, she’s spending your money, too.

Welcome to the truly appalling world of Miss Bimbo. She is a virtual character in an internet game in which the aim is to create “the coolest, richest and most famous bimbo in the world”. To this end, players – and there are nearly 200,000 of them – shepherd their bimbos through various missions. These include entering beauty contests so they can earn money to buy clothes and go clubbing, to find a wealthy boyfriend.

Yes, I know the characters in Miss Bimbo are just cartoon drawings (albeit accurate ones with tattoos and thongs showing over low slung waistbands). But the messages they are conveying are all too real.

They are:

  • Wearing the right clothes is important.
  • Being very thin is really, really important.
  • So is having a rich boyfriend.

Shall we just pack up and go home right now, because, to my mind, this fad is the most depressing thing I’ve heard in months.

Is this why the Suffragettes went on hunger strike, so that their great-granddaughters could grow into vapid ninnies whose sole preoccupation in life is their own appearance?

Did the feminists of the early Seventies burn their bras knowing that self-standing silicone would eventually replace underwiring?

And here we are, daughters of the post-feminist era, still trying to get paid the same as men for doing the same work; still having to  mutter reminders in job interviews that, actually, it’s against the law to ask us if we intend to have children at some point. And for what? So the next batch of women can grow up aspiring to be skinny Wags? Is that really the legacy feminism has handed down to the girls of today: how to starve yourself into size zero jeans?

What happened to wanting to be good at something, earning respect for a skill? What happened to the desire to accomplish?

I recall last year’s Big Brother contestant Charlie Uchea brazenly admitting she was in it “for the fame”. All she had to offer by way of talent was a pert figure and a mouth like a sewer but, somehow, she thought they were all she’d need.

Another contestant, Chanelle Hayes, revealed how BB had broadened her horizons. Before the show, her sole ambition was to marry a rich footballer; now she realised she could have her own career and earn her own money. Again, she possesses no talent beyond pleasing looks and astounding petulance – but they have been enough.

This is Miss Bimbo’s philosophy made flesh: that crash diets, self absorption and inveigling your way into some overpaid oaf’s bed are the path to advancement.

Meanwhile I note with unexpected sadness that women’s studies is to be scrapped as a degree subject after this year due to dwindling interest.

I was never one of those “wimmin” and frankly the few I met were “separatist” idiots who wouldn’t let the postman come to the door because he was a man, so I don’t think anyone needs to spend three years studying history, politics or literature purely from the female perspective.

But at least women’s studies presented women as independent figures of value and stature who used their brains as well as their bodies to achieve remarkable things, often against great odds.

Coincidentally, I received a press release yesterday about the increasing number of teenage girls demanding cosmetic surgery. It offered information from experts on the non-surgical options now available for breast-firming. Excuse me but teenage breasts don’t need firming and plastic surgeons know that better than anyone so what the hell are they playing at?

The creator of Miss Bimbo is web designer Nicolas Jacquart, who is 23 and male, which shows just how little progress women have made in persuading men to view us as more than sex objects. But, then, if we allow impressionable children to play with rubbish like this, we have only ourselves to blame.’


A brief summary of this article;-

“I’m not a feminist, but.. 

  • Women have been oppressed historically. This is men’s fault.
  • Women are now slighty less oppressed, but are using these hard-won freedoms to behave with vacuity, fecklessness and dependence on others. This is men’s fault.
  • This trend is escalating and influencing the next generation of women. This is men’s fault.
  • Raising children is a collective social responsibility. This is your fault (!).”

From a country whose feminist government practises puppet elections , that codifies government defined  political correctness in place of publicly defined accountablility, and whose feminist mainstream media deifies worthless ‘celebrities’ daily – perhaps you are pointing your finger in the wrong direction, Ms Pukas!