This may be a campaign about HIV/AIDS awareness, but that’s no excuse. This is blatant misogyny, really sinister stuff that conveys a much more profound message about the female body.
Take another look at it. She’s got a killer smile, but still, you can’t see her eyes. The model is cropped so that she’s essentially headless. What makes her human is gone. What makes her a woman is on display. That’s a very deliberate creative choice.
She is an object to be fucked without a brain or an identity. Worse still, her vagina is a fully indexed destination on a Google map. The visual metaphor is so potent (and porn is so ubiquitous) that this image is more jarring than one in which she shows us her actual pussy.
It’s not about the fact that she’s had sex with Bill Johnson and 19 others. Who gives a fuck? What’s toxic is the idea that they checked into her vagina on Foursquare. It’s saying is that a her private parts aren’t private at all. They’re public. That’s the implicit message in this image, and it’s degrading as hell.
It’s not slut-shaming so much as it’s female-shaming, and it reinforces the age-old cultural narrative that women’s bodies aren’t their own.
I’m another juxtaposed loser in a failing system.
Another person tripping. Asking for change.
Tripping. Tripping, Because… Because society says so. That’s why. Tell me I’m wrong, When…
You have war in the streets, but I’m wrong to complain. And you ridicule, Free thinkers, and you call them insane. When you try to take liberties, that are permanently engraved. And sell us consumption; Murder abundance; Utter redundant dreams among us. Marketing schemes, big budget dreams, jobs that disappear, but, keep optimistic, don’t fear. Take a trip in your nation, consumed with corpulent creatures, once known human, easily seen, wiping Big Mac sauce from their lips, clutching Old Navy Bags, drinking Starbucks coffees. Little change do you receive from a store, when it all goes on plastic. What people don’t realize, is that credit is misplaced poverty. And people speaking their minds, And making a difference, they are treated with disrespect, it’s humanities ignorance. So next time, You see a man on the street: Playing a guitar; singing a song; painting a portrait; projecting a message; getting along. Think this: There are a lot of way to describe credit. Only one for money. You can want to make money. Or you want to deserve credit. It only depends on how you Think of that. But one thing that’s always true, is the sound of change, hitting the inside of a cup.
I couldn’t imagine being a person on bed rest. My head might drop onto the keyboard just thinking about it all. Living in a room. A fucking box that doesn’t change. You don’t get up. Something as simple as a window being open and feeling a cool breeze is a luxury. And fuck, godforbid it’s because of obesity. No way. Couldn’t do it. I couldn’t live as a blob. That word is unattractive enough to deter me from a gluttonous existence. Blob. No way. Can’t do it.
I’m wondering why.
I’m wondering why I’ve been falling into awkward situations with strangers, more so than usual, to be exact. The common exchange of words is easy. The gift of gab. But, the last two weeks have been either curious and calm, or confrontational and careless.
I had overheard a conversation a few weeks ago at a bar. This one man was very obnoxious and trying to exude as much testosterone as he could. I wrote a few words down, but it’s very exaggerated.
“I never knew of a drink made with pineapple juice.”
“Is there pineapple juice in draft beer?”
“That’s ‘dead to right’!”
“The news is old yella, it’s not a damn thing to me though. I ain’t murderin’ people, ain’t beatin’ kids or dogs. I work and I drink and I fuck.”
“Ya jackass, you don’t fuck.”
“I fuck.”
“No you don’t, you just yell, ya jackass.”
“Fuck you. I fuck! And I know I fuck, I ain’t got old timers!”
“Old timers, he says, what a jackass.”
“It’s a medical term, ya fuck face!”
People from South Philadelphia are interesting. They have a funny way a speaking.
Jason Shawn Alexander, In Progress, 60 x 72 in., oil on canvas, 2011
Exhibition Undertow at 101 exhibit, December 1, 2011 - February 8, 2012
When you look at the sheer volume of wealth controlled by the top 1 percent in this country, it’s tempting to see our growing inequality as a quintessentially American achievement—we started way behind the pack, but now we’re doing inequality on a world-class level. And it looks as if we’ll be building on this achievement for years to come, because what made it possible is self-reinforcing. Wealth begets power, which begets more wealth. During the savings-and-loan scandal of the 1980s—a scandal whose dimensions, by today’s standards, seem almost quaint—the banker Charles Keating was asked by a congressional committee whether the $1.5 million he had spread among a few key elected officials could actually buy influence. “I certainly hope so,” he replied. The Supreme Court, in its recent Citizens United case, has enshrined the right of corporations to buy government, by removing limitations on campaign spending. The personal and the political are today in perfect alignment.
House of Windows by Anne-Laure MaisonThe windows are actual pictures into the homes of random strangers at night, but Maison later combined them into a collage resembling one ginormous mega-house. Remind me to quit dancing around naked near the open windows of my mansion at night, guys.
(via: My Modern Met)
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Christopher Gideon, Standing in the Shower Thinking, 2010, Pigment Ink Print on Paper, 20-1/2 x 20-1/2 in. [limited edition 1 of 3]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltney0AKsh1qzw5wjo1_1280.jpg)
Christopher Gideon, Standing in the Shower Thinking, 2010, Pigment Ink Print on Paper, 20-1/2 x 20-1/2 in. [limited edition 1 of 3]
