I'll tell you what's wrong with the card. That I spent a good portion of my teens, twenties and thirties being embarrassed by idiotic men who thought it was amusing to yell stuff at me on the street, or having to put up with colleagues/other work contacts/random men whenever I was in a public place who talked to my chest, not my face. Because I happen to have big tits, and apparently that makes you a hilarious figure of fun and fair game for abuse by any passing male.
Just one small example stands out - I was waiting to cross the road outside work. This is main A-road in central London, four lanes of traffic. Some louts in a van leaned out of the window with the oh-so-witty-and-original-line 'You don't get many of those to the pound!' I was minding my own sodding business, just heading back to work after buying a sandwich, but they assumed the right to intimidate me.
At best, it was tiresome, at worst it was humiliating, and this went on again and again and again for years. And if you dare to object, you are told off for making a fuss or lacking a sense of humour. Yeah, it's really funny that you have to soak up abuse, again and again and again, just because you are female and - shock, horror - have big breasts.
Humour that makes fun of the tossers, the people with power to hurt others, is one thing, and a ruddy good thing too. Humour that reasserts the rights of the privileged and powerful to treat women/people from minority groups like shit is not good and should be challenged.
There are always people who will say 'it's only a card'. Well guess what, the yellow star was only a star. Meant something bad, though, didn't it? Cards express thoughts and the thought behind this one is 'women are inferior figures of fun'. Hil-bloody-arious.