This CEFAD comes to us all the way from 1875, and the pen of one Lafcadio Hearn.
Lafcadio Hearn was something of a celebrity in his day: a popular translator, writer and sensationalist reporter who made headlines himself when he married Mattie Foley, a former slave. (The marriage was illegal at the time.) All of which may have captured the interest of Ellen Freeman, a matron who apparently inundated Hearn with letters and gifts, despite his polite coolness. However his response to what was apparently a photograph of the lady in a low-cut dress was anything but polite. Indeed, one can only call it...a CEFAD.
I do not like the picture at all, — in fact I cannot find words to express how much I dislike it.
You were never physically attractive to me; you are neither graceful nor beautiful, and you evidently know nothing of the laws or properties of beauty. Otherwise you could not have sent me such a picture, as it could only disgust me.
Whatever liking I have had for you, it has never been of such a character that I could be otherwise than disgusted by such a picture as that. It is unutterably coarse and gross and beefy. It is simply unendurable.
Not that I object to low dresses — or even to an utter absence of dress, when the unveiling reveals attractions which the eye of the artist loves as something shapely and beautiful. I have an instinctive and cultivated knowledge of what physical beauty is, and anything in direct violation of my taste and knowledge — like your picture, — simply sickens me. I have studied every limb and line in the bodies of fifty young women, and more; and know what form is and beauty is. You must not think me a fool. You are a fine woman in regard to health and strength; you are not a handsome or even a tolerably good looking woman physically, and your picture is simply horrible, horrible, horrible.
This is plain speaking; but I think it is necessary for you. You cannot make yourself physically attractive to me. Don't try. I am an artist, a connoisseur, a student of beauty, and it is very hard to please me. Don't disgust me, please —
There's no word on whether there was more to this correspondence, but we're going to go with no. In any event, in 1890 Hearn moved to Japan, where he married a Japanese woman, became a citizen, and lived the rest of his days.