After years of smoking, it’s easy to have residual anger. Even now, I can't watch the first few seasons of Sex and the City without wanting to slap Sarah Jessica Parker in the face each time she shoves a Marlboro into her mouth. One would think that, as a producer of the show, she'd know better. But money must talk for her character's televised cigarette habit to last more than two seasons.
It’s difficult to soak in the facts, that of the ignorance the feminists of the 60s, 70s, 80s and 90s had when they permitted cigarette advertising in magazines such as Ms.
Sometimes I wonder what Gloria Steinem would have to say to the cigarette advertisements in Ms magazine. Other times I wonder why this bunch of ‘iconic’ female thinkers couldn’t really be bothered to go as far as to enlighten women about the poison that was packaged and advertised as the next best beauty product: the cigarette

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