You’ve seen that Billie commercial on Tubi—the one that doesn’t just hint at body hair; it shoves it in your face. No apologies. No coy shaving smiles. And yeah, I get it, dude. I’m not some stuffy old prude either, but geez—it’s grating. Suddenly, you’re not just watching TV; you’re practically in that woman’s bathroom. Talk about invasive.
Empowerment? Expression? Sure, fine, whatever. But slamming a private bodily function onto the screen as a billboard for razors or whatever it was they were trying to do? Call it a statement, call it art… it still feels aggressive. Like a payback punch, you didn’t see coming. And yeah, maybe as an anarchist, there’s a rebellious kick to that, but there’s also a sour twist in your gut.
Here’s the thing that really grills: the double standard. That hypocrisy. A woman’s natural body is now a bold statement, but a guy’s? Messy beard, hairy chest — that’s just Tuesday, no biggie. Heck, a dude scratches himself on camera, and everyone loses their minds. Misogynist! Pig! Meanwhile, she gets to flaunt what guys get shamed for. It feels like a slap in the face.
This isn’t just about some ad, man. It’s about this whole shift. Women — and I get it, they’ve had a raw deal for centuries — now get a free pass. Preferences turned into weapons. We’re not just unequal; we’re defective. It’s enough to make you throw up your hands.
So, is this the new normal? Do we swallow this forced “overcorrection” and pretend it’s progress? Next thing you know, commercials will be full-on graphic just to prove a point. A woman on her period? Why the hell not? Just blast it out there. But imagine a dude…a single drop of sweat on the wrong ad, and the pitchforks come out. Can’t have him being too…natural, God forbid.
See, those ads, they know what they’re doing. Data-driven, laser-focused. Hit you where it hurts. They don’t need to shotgun the whole world anymore, just the right targets for maximum impact. Thing is, a man can’t pull that same crap. He can’t be himself without some shriek about toxic masculinity. It’s maddening.
I didn’t want this war, but it feels like they started it.
Wait. Hold on. Stop. Is this the first time your eyes meet my words? Then, let me start over. Who’s Billie? They tear down razor empires. They defy the smooth, sleek, goddess myth women are sold. Billie delivers damn good razors, body balms, lotions…because hair grows. Deal with it. No pink packaging, no sky-high prices. Just honest, high-quality products that meet women’s wild and wonderful needs.
Billie wasn’t born to blend into the sea of sameness. They saw women shamed, taxed, and ignored in the shaving aisle — as if by some bizarre decree, they shouldn’t have the same options as men. They said: enough. Billie empowers women and makes every woman’s grooming routine her own.
I can be on their PR team. I digress. Perfect. I don’t have a problem with that. Women should have options the same as men do. Of course! But my gear grinding comes in how, as the days pass, men are more chastised for being themselves while women can lift their arms and free the bush. Hypocrisy?
I think so. And although companies usually have a noble approach to societal issues, the fact remains: they aren’t the pulse of the nation. Stroll through TikTok or Facebook, and you’ll get a real sense of what’s happening. Women’s empowerment has turned into bullying. The pendulum has swung so far left that soon, on national TV, we’ll see the live castration of a man. We’ll be repulsed by it. Yet, that’s where we are.
Free the women! But keep the hygiene shit in the bathroom or on their channels. God, I sound like a prick. Sorry, ladies. I’m truly tired of seeing the whole 6-figure, 6-feet tall, 6-inches long BS. Small dick energy on my part? Maybe. That’s what I’ll be labeled as. All because I dared say something. Stop it. Enough. We get it. Be free. But quit shoving down our throats, your freedom.