I am a Pear therefore I am a Woman who can't wear certain things?

Ben Pobjie's Wonderful World Of Objects: One for the Ladies



I hope the author of this doesn't mind- but I had to share- it got me laughing so hard.
And do we do this name calling to men I wonder?
I know my mother (God Bless her), being from different generation, also living in an environment where bodies are SO very very important, as they are on show always, (ie the Gold Coast) is always going on about her son's and grandson's physiques- their broad shoulders, narrow hips etc. No-one gets to own their own body out in the public eye it would seem.
I like to call some men "pregnant" because of their beer bellies, and am impressed by an athlete's firm muscles etc, as I am confused and repelled by the over -done body-builder's. Some guys are built like a brick dunny, others are weeds.
I am immensely attracted to a man with a flat stomach, nicely developed arms and legs and body hair in certain places. And I'm sure I'm not alone in this.
Can I call him a Michaelangelo? Why not?
I honestly still do believe that it is mostly women who want to perpetuate the names of body shapes, and that this links in with many different attitudes and ideas- some due to the Dr Cabot diets for different body shapes and hormonal conditions, some of it because of terrible fashionista reality TV shows and magazines and some of it because women want to be able to identify with someone or thing, to help them love their own particular shape more.
How do I KNOW this? because I am a Pear, and Pears need reassurance. A big botty is a lovely one, Mum always told me, and I do believe it now.
But I didn't when I was young, and they only made Levi's jeans for girls with no hips. Now they make them for Pears, and I'm so glad.
Ok Ok, OK,
I hear that I am again demonstrating behaviour that the feminists chant: that I have been socialised by male stereotyping, male desires for females to 'be' something, female desires to conform to these desires etc etc.
Then show me how, make me and let me be a woman in a vacuum, who doesn't need to see and like what she sees in the mirror and feels good in her own bones.
Meanwhile call me anything you want, or call me nothing at all, but I know who/what I am and ultimately, that is a "woman".