Katie Hopkins is an English media personality and newspaper columnist…. and she has come down hard on Amber Rose, saying exposing her p*ssy whenever she likes doesn’t make her feminist, it only proves she’s still a stripper
She wrote:
In these dark times of political uncertainty a little harmless distraction is a welcome thing.
I was much heartened to find this on the web: ‘Amber Rose unveils her vagina in a bottomless pic.’
Let me reassure you: I welcome the unveiling of a vagina as much as the next liberal.
I imagined such things would be executed with a flourish and some panache, a theatrical whipping away of a silk sheet to reveal the unwieldy phallus of some Athenian god. Or perhaps with hushed tones and whispers, the better to excite and titivate us in anticipation of the shrouded nakedness about to be revealed.
I was wrong. She went the full bush. Amber Rose-Bush.
Sprawled down the stairs, basted liberally in two packs of butter with a side order of fake fur, this was less of an unveiling, more a full frontal flash.
Amber says it’s ‘empowering’, a defiant slice of Slutwalk to reclaim the naked female body for feminists.
But three other things sprang to my mind.
One. How much I enjoy playing Whack-a-Mole or Splat-the-Rat. Or here, Bash-the-Beaver.
Two, those stairs, which are now lethal. Oilier than herring. The slip-hazard far more worthy of attention than a few tufts of pubic hair.
Three, her quizzical expression, which says: ‘What do you mean trying hard at exams really matters?’ (My husband assures me this is not what she is thinking.)
I am told by reputable feminist sources that Amber Rose is empowered to be as nude or as hairy as she likes.
(I know these sources are reputable because they smell a little of the aforementioned oily herring and because they are composed of militant transsexuals. In this fine age of equality, it is risky to suggest some feminists are more equal than others but I’m sorry: a white militant transsexual sporting a surgically attached black man’s penis and Katie Perry hair – without irony – is top of the pile.)
As far as lying about on a stairwell with your lady-garden coiffured to perfection goes, I am minded to applaud the attitude of Amber Rose-Bush.
I wish more women were as relaxed as her, and less vaginally retentive. Last week I was told by a woman at the railway station that I could not access the train ticket I had booked and paid for because I did not have the card I paid for it with.
That woman clearly has a long, hard road to travel before she finds herself slathered in baby oil sprawled across an escalator with her pubis pointing north. To quote Adele, I wish her nothing but the best.
I tend to say people should do what they want, with whom they want, when they want. As long as I am not required to pay for it or its consequences.
And as Amber Rose-Bush rightly pointed out to Grumpy Pants Morgan, who’s been making a bigger than usual cockwomble of himself on Twitter, she was not nude.
Far from it, in fact. She didn’t even have her t*ts out. Or her lady tunnel. Frankly, you’d be hard-pressed to find an ex-sex worker / rapper hoe more fully dressed on a Sunday afternoon.
‘Nude? Where?’ Amber tweeted. ‘My breast nor my vagina was showing and my legs were closed. I am assuming you are referring to the pubic hair that was shown in the picture. Uncomfortable? Get over it.’
Just like she said, she didn’t even spread her legs and show her whole vagina. (Although many went on to encourage her to do just that for their laminated collections.)
So far, so Team Amber Rose-Bush.
