9/17/2012

Kiss My Aspirations!

I know you all think that I skip through life with cartoon bluebirds flying in a circle over my head. That’s true a good deal of the time, but not today. My panties are in a serious tight knot. I am furious and nothing is going to stop me from spilling my guts and naming names.

WARNING: If you are completely caught up in the magic of this holiday season and don’t feel like listening to my rant, I understand. You are free to go and roast some chestnuts. But, if you are as sick and tired of prejudiced, two-faced, holier -than –thou, petty, soul-less morons who muck up the harmony in the universe, then put on your seatbelts and listen.

Lovefifi.com is a lovely, little intimate apparel company. We are very proud of what we stand for and what we do. We sell panties , bras, corsets, and lovely intimate apparel. I am on hand at all times for questions about everything that has to do with love, life, and lingerie. We feel like our customers are our dear friends and they feel the same way about us. Our devoted clientele includes women who need a little help with their figures, hopeless romantics, honeymooners, and couples-in-love of all ages. We love our customers and do everything we can to make their experience in Fifi-land a happy one. We give special treatment and consideration to our men and women in uniform. In return, this wonderful group of LoveFifi lovers gives us their loyalty, patronage, and, even, gratitude. Sounds like a beautiful world, doesn’t it?

It seems that no matter what we try to do, be it advertise in a magazine, participate in a bridal show, or even try to find a charity to support with contributions of money and merchandise, we are treated like the town slut. The minute that certain people find out that we sell bras, panties, and lingerie, they run for cover. Sometimes we try to subscribe to a service having to do with the technical side of a dot com. All is well until they go to the site and see a model in a lace chemise, then all bets are off. This happens over and over again and I am all sick of it! This has been going on for years and I am coming out fighting. Stick a fork in me, I am DONE!

We don’t sell sex toys or videos or whips or chains. We sell only things that help a woman have a more balanced and attractive body and lingerie to make her feel sexy. So why are people so offended? Why are we rejected and made to feel like we are the biggest whores on earth by a narrow minded group of people who should be grateful to take our money?

These people must live on a different planet. I have no idea how they could be so uptight and straight-laced and have the nerve to make these judgments about this company when “Two and a Half Men” runs in syndication in the early hours of the evening for all to watch. No subject is taboo on this show, one of the most popular in recent TV history. Every subject from promiscuity to masturbation to just about everything that happens in the bathroom is there for all to view during the dinner time hours. But, OMG! LoveFifi sells crotchless panties!

Some of you know we once sponsored a race car in Nascar. A cartoon of me in a full racing suit was on the car. Before we were approved, we had to remove the little line from the drawing that represented a hint of bosom. Yes, my cartoon cleavage was deemed inappropriate. Maybe the guy who drove the big blue Viagra car was offended. I have no idea.

We once tried to advertise in Rolling Stone Magazine in their gift guide. It cost a fortune but we were excited to be in such a progressive, free-thinking, no-holds-barred publication that was famous for their highly provocative, often nude, celebrity covers. Woo Hoo! We have arrived!

Guess what? The gorgeous photo of the satin corset we chose to advertise was rejected because it was on a model. Rolling Stone does not allow garments to be on a real person. At the last minute we had to change our ad to a corset floating in air. We might as well have set fire to that money. What a disappointment.

I could go on and on with these stories, but here is the one that pushed me over the cliff. We are trying to align ourselves with a worthy charity. We especially love charities that deal with women trying to get back on their feet. Abused women, homeless women…any charity that helps women help themselves.

Here’s what happened. We found a charity that helps women who have escaped the cycle of abusive relationships. They are trying to start over and find employment so that they can support their families. Often they have had to grab their kids and flee to a shelter in the middle of the night. It is hard to start a new life if you don’t have anything to wear. Perfect! We know all about what women need and want. We have bras and undies in all different sizes to give away and even some lovely lingerie to make them feel beautiful again. What could be better? We were so excited about donating our Lovefifi items.

We began immediately to send them boxes of brand new underthings. We were proud to think that we were supporting them from underneath in their quest to find a new beginning. The plan was to continue to send donations of bras and more on a regular basis and to post the charity’s logo on the LoveFifi.com website.

We recently got a letter from the chairperson of the charity. She thanked us profusely for the very lovely and useful items that we had been sending and went into great detail about how the ladies loved our merchandise and how much the women needed and appreciated having these pretty things. It felt so good to be helping.

She then went on to explain that their organization would be honored to keep receiving shipments from us, but that they cannot allow us to display their logo on our homepage. It seems that we sell lingerie. Duh! She went on to say that the look of the LoveFifi site is not in keeping with the image or goals of the charity, or some horse poop to that effect. They felt that an open association with our web store would be “inappropriate” and in direct conflict with the work that they do for women in need.

Really? Are they kidding? Does it honestly sound like they give a rat’s ass about these ladies? Do you think these hoity toity society brats honestly can grasp what abused women go through? While these stick-up the-butt women are doing this charity work and making decisions for underprivileged ladies, nannies are raising their own children at home. Yuck!

I am so tired of phonies. These pseudo “do-gooders” only care how being associated with a good charity looks on their bio. These clowns have coal where their hearts should be.

The items we sell are designed to make women feel good about themselves-ALL women. If doctors, lawyers, housewives, teachers, soldiers, and the like find that our merchandise elevates their spirits and self-esteem, can you imagine how it might make a temporarily less fortunate woman feel who has been smacked around and left with nothing?

You can also take the jerks who are nervous about doing business with us because we sell lingerie. Please, take them away! In fact, take two…they’re small.

I have nothing but contempt for all of these people who have decided that we are less than savory because we sell thongs. I suppose if Victoria’s Secret was looking for a charity, there would be a line around the block. The nearly naked models on their prime-time fashion show don’t seem to offend anyone. Perhaps the wings make it all ok. I bet they don’t have any trouble in their business-to-business operations either. I guess I am the only one offended by their underage-looking models with PINK plastered across their butts.

Before I hyperventilate, I will stop. The whole point of this piece was to get you, my precious readers, pissed off enough to help me find a charity to support. There are so many good ones. We know that our extra merchandise can be worn or sold in thrift shops to raise money. We have so much love to give and lots of bras and panties, too. Help us help others. I can’t wait to hear from you.