I am...a back-ways walker, spittin' slander. Y'dig?
I’m a woman who has just been disgusted/appalled/harassed by a South Beach Diet commercial, yet I lust for that body. I am a woman who routinely acknowledges the degradation of our culture and am sickened by it, yet still feels like shit when I am not up to par with its demands. I am a woman who feels strong in virtues, yet find it quite hard to keep up with them. I dig Marina Abramovic, Jenny Holzer, Ana Mendieta and Barbara Kruger, and I jive to Camera Obscura, Cat Power, Songs:Ohia, Andrew Bird, yet feel stunted next to someone else’s taste. I crave identity yet want to regress to that unidentifiable childhood. I seek brilliance in Whitman and Thoreau, but then decide that they were naïve, because everything is just not that good. I crave to be self-sufficient, yet understand that’s impossible anymore. I want to live under the radar, but really enjoy people around. And now I see a commercial for tampons and cannot quite understand why women should have to pay for such devices. And technology really scares me. I am a decided hypocrite that enjoys the groovy notions of thought.
Comments
Your mind sounds familiar...
Hi, I am Eve and I am a senior majoring in Cultural Studies here at the U. I have focused most of my studies on advertising and cultural constructions of beauty. I love Jenny Holzer, (and Barbara Kruger) and I have a tattoo of one of Holzer's truisms from THE LIVING SERIES on my right shoulder blade.
It reads: "It can be startling to see one's breath, let alone the breathing of a crowd. You don't believe people extend that far."
Hope to see you in class ;)
Posted by: Eve | January 28, 2007 07:26 PM