Showing posts with label marge piercy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label marge piercy. Show all posts

Monday, April 19, 2010

lets talk about this picture

Lets talk about this picture. I don't know this girl, but this is what I dislike:

You cannot see her hands.
Her feet are in pointy-toed heels.

These two details render this female helpless.

Her hands which are her physical access to tools, technology, aid, aggression, and defense... seemingly disappear into thin air. I would be interested to take a brief survey of ads that include a model's hands.

Her feet which could run or kick box... are instead fitted inside a high-heeled shoe. This not only limits her movement (as typical of any elevated foot-wear), but also disguises the original shape of her feet.

I see a vulnerable and grotesque body, backed against a wall. Her back and feet are arched suggestively, but her face is scared. The independence inherent in appendages has left her. Is their absence erotic?

Lastly, I am reminded of a Marge Piercy poem that we had to read in high school once. If you follow the link, please note the irony of the margin ads.


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