Sorry sorry sorry
I know I’m late; I’ve been in meetings this morning, and am shortly off to another one. This morning I stood at the trolley stop for a long time and then got shuffled around by SEPTA so it took an extra long time to get to work. As I was waiting I was making small talk with two women, and I referred to someone as looking “like a stripper.” I was immediately embarrassed. Isn’t that sort of retrograde, to refer to someone that way? I imagined that these two women—probably cool feminists—were offended by that characterization. I wanted to say, “Some of my best friends are strippers!” But I didn’t think that would go over well. Maybe one day I can have a conversation that isn’t marred by insistent thoughts like, “Was that a dumb thing to say? Am I an idiot?”
This photo is from a series called Imitation of Life, in which I take pictures of dead things or stuffed things in a way that makes them look alive. Jeez, how brilliant. This is a striped bass, which was very dead during this picture, I assure you, and very delicious once eaten. The photo has nothing to do with anything. My apologies.
liz | 11:16 AM | Uncategorized
Even at the trolley stop you remain topical- note the book “Female Chauvinist Pigs: Women and the Rise of Raunch Culture” featured yesterday on Fresh Air. The book addresses the way young women have equated trashy dress and sexual aggressiveness with self-empowerment (an equation which despite it’s total lack of logic I endorse with all my maleness). My suspicion is that the “stripper” in question was on her way to a NOW meeting to endorse lesbian rights.
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