This is an actual fucking ad that somehow made it through multiple levels of approval for publication in Bloomingdale's holiday catalog:
I don't even know where to begin with this trash, besides crumpling it up in a ball and firing it directly into the sun. Everything about it is terrible, but I am especially grossed out by the fact that these two are described as "best friends" in this rape scenario. That is one remarkably contemptible vision of friendship.
Don't worry, though—Bloomie's is super sorry, y'all.
They heard your feedback on an ad that already got published and distributed to thousands of people, and now they know it was in "poor taste."
"Poor taste." Always my favorite (ahem) description of the rape culture.
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