situation six: the skin
I can barely let my eyes roam around the club without seeing flesh – everywhere. Prolific. Copious. Profuse. Short skirts, low tops, tight trousers, legs, busts, derrières. I always wonder whether these women have
men in their lives.
Don’t misunderstand me, I am entirely committed to the view that women should be able to express themselves independently, but I am not amongst women who are expressing themselves for themselves. I can see something very different
in their faces.There is a different look in their eyes. They seek the attention of men. They seek the desire of men.
The lack of confidence young women have in themselves is staggering. The level of insecurity is overwhelming. The proliferation of skin becomes the great equaliser. It is the compensation for their deficient self-belief. I can see one woman now, her bust pushed high up to her chin. She doesn’t believe that her face will be enough, she needs backup. And every time she walks past a man, she hopes that men will appreciate her. A stranger’s appreciation will make her feel wanted, it makes her feel special.
Is feminism dead?
Words © Jacob 'biscuit' Whittingham 2007 (all rights reserved)
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