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Reebok Stomps on Women's Dreams

Happy Alien Day!

A few weeks ago it was announced that on April 26 (Alien Day) Reebok would be releasing a replica of the the Alien Stompers Ripley wore in the 1986 movie Aliens, which were originally made by Reebok for the film.  For those who wanted something that isn’t a mid-calf gym shoe, there was a lower version, worn by Bishop, also being released.

So here we are, April 26. Everyone is celebrating Administrative Professionals Day, and a few are
also celebrating Alien Day. (For those who don’t know the date is a reference to the planet LV-426). Let’s go get our Alien Stompers on.

Oh, except all you ladies. Yeah. All you ladies that wanted a pair of Alien Stompers like the ones Ripley, our female hero, wears in the film… Reebok says “fuck you.” Alien Stompers only come in men’s sizes.

Yep. The shoe worn by one of the strongest, most iconic women on screen, a woman who unapologetically kicked ass movie after movie, who took out the Alien queen, cared for a child (RIP Newt), and proved that women can carry action movies and kick ass long before strong females were something we all so desperately looked for, is not made for women.

Reebok released a statement saying that the Alien Stompers are unisex, but apparently they were all sized for men because unisex shoe sizing isn’t a thing. Then there was also the issue that any sizes lower than a women’s 8 didn’t even appear to exist.

Creating a shoe based off of a female character and sizing it for men is idiotic. If you want it to be inclusive why not size it for women and let the men do the math on that one?

Of course there were also only 426 pairs made, all of which have already sold out, so even if you want a pair and can wear a man’s shoe, you’re shit out of luck.


“Game Over, Man.” 

Dear Reebok, Ripley is pissed. 

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