Hello I am Heather McLaughlin. I have been dealing with the mental health system for 19 years. Every medicine that was ever given to me, in fact hurt me. After trying Zyprexa, I developed weight…
Do people still fantasize about being a Nazi? Do you have a fetish for black uniforms and torturing Jews? Is it the power? Does the thought of you having a helpless female tied up and ready to be interrogated turn you on? Is that it? A submissive fantasy?
Isn’t it time we stopped fetishizing the Nazis?
When I search for Nazi imagery to illustrate an antisemitic article, I do not want to see a hot stereotype of a blonde, uniformed German. Clearly, there’s a market for those types of photos and it’s disgusting. Adobe Stock should not be promoting this type of imagery.
I may be wrong. The uniform could well be historically inaccurate. She may not even be German. I’m sure they didn’t have boots like that in the Second World War. Yet it is listed under Nazi with the implication that she is a Nazi. It plays on nazi iconography which comes fully loaded with antisemitism.
Do you know how many nazi images there are on Pexel? One. That’s it. Total. One nazi photo and it sure as fuck isn’t sexy.
Unsplash? Nine. Seven of which are photos of a concentration camp.
Shutterstock carries gruesome, aggressive, and horrific imagery of Nazism. There’s nothing sexy about them unless you have a Hitler fetish. The search runs to an incredible 38,000 photos. But only a single page reveals images of ‘sexy nazi’ and there’s that hot German woman again who appears on Adobe. At least this blonde isn’t wearing any Nazi insignia.
Getty Images have five pages. That’s it. Five pages of bombed sites and fighter planes being destroyed. No sex here.
I’m not asking for Adobe to be canceled or for people to stop using their sites. I do however feel that imagery such as this has no place in a stock…
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