I'm having increasing problems with all this stuff! I quite like make-up it can be fun. I don't wear a lot and I don't wear it every day. But I have noticed when I don't wear make-up I am more 'invisible' and actually treated more dismissively than usual by men.
I think if all women stopped wearing make-up, there would be quite a shift in how we are treated. First would come a shock and then a sober realisation by men, that we are not from some other planet. I don't think after a while we would be seen as less attractive. However, I cannot see this idea gaining traction anytime soon. Make-up, especially eye make up can make you look completely different and I don't doubt some men have never seen some women without it. We live in a culture governed to and completely pandering to the male gaze. Sorry for that rant. Have you seen this?:
And we're supposed to live our lives in this virtual space, I suppose. This is horrifying. Talk about creating a world of body dysmorphia. What's wrong with being ourselves?
Yes it is scary but I much prefer it to women feeling obligated to start procedures in their late twenties like botox and collagen implants before undergoing ongoing plastic surgery. I am invisible - no make-up, no botox, no surgery. And I quite like it.
Is it true that the Aust W. W. is partly owned by a coven of Los Angeles plastic surgeons, hence the excessive face/body photo shopping in it? And, does anyone else wonder whether the photo of Alan Kohler on "Business Spectator" has been photoshopped, or if he has had "treatments"? Odd, if so, because it has none of the age and experience lines that give his comments authority.
Still Life With Cat is an all-purpose blog containing reflections on whatever is going on in the realms of literature, politics, media, music, dinner, gardening etc. Its original incarnation is Pavlov's Cat (2005-2008).
Read, Think, Write is about all things books and writing, and incorporates Australian Literature Diary (2005-2010) and Ask the Brontë Sisters (May-July 2007).
Blogs are by Kerryn Goldsworthy, a writer, critic and editor who lives and works in Adelaide, South Australia.
Indie Book of the Year
-
OK, this is the novel that I think is going to be on just about every
short-list this year: *Anna Funder*‘s *All That I Am* (Penguin), which has
just bee...
Utterly incomprehensible interwebz joke
-
I *will* finish this chapter and this review this weekend. In the meantime, by way of a warm-up to fabulous writing, check out Still Life with Cat's utterly ...
Placeholder
-
I am sitting on a tram in Melbourne, going from Carlton to St Kilda, about
to stuff as much as I can into today before flying back to Canberra
tonight.
I...
mmmgibbous
-
Okay, the weird comments widget we have is annoying me. Comments seem to go
missing or only appear if you dance 3 times widdershins wearing a gold
blanket ...
When does the reasonable person eat chips?
-
Recently the High Court has had to decide when it was likely that a person
might eat hot chips. Seriously. In Strong v Woolworths [2012] HCA 5, the
unfortu...
Austin bound
-
I'm heading to the great town of Austin, Texas, for the South by Southwest Festival. Aside from an appearance at a panel discussion — They Used to Call It Cl...
Unemployment Rate – 5.2%
-
So today, capping off a wonkarific week, the ABS released the Labour Force
figures.
The skinny is that on seasonally adjusted terms the unemployment rate...
Light Rail [3]
-
“HE WOULDN’T KNOW A TRAM was up him unless the driver rang the bell” was
one of the old-fashioned stock phrases for stupidity a co-worker of mine
once li...
Bear starts school, and everything suddenly....
-
Exit bankerworld. It started tugging at my sleeve during transition, and
has crystalised during the first few weeks of school. The difference.
The differen...
Morris Lessmore and the cult of literary nostalgia
-
Some of you may have seen The Fantastic Flying Books of Morris Lessmore,
which yesterday won the Oscar for Best Animated Short, or if you haven’t
you may h...
Suddenly, a Knock on the Door by Etgar Keret
-
‘Fiction, fact and all that lies between,’ *The Sydney Morning Herald*,
Spectrum (25 February 2012); 'Doubling up on twists and turns,' *The
Saturday Age*,...
Kev, interrupted
-
Amazing how few words Team Kevin had to change in order to make this their
theme song:
I am Kevin, hear me roar
With numbers too small to ignore
And I kn...
puerperium
-
Nope. I don't know how to pronounce it either.
[image: puerperium cardigan]
I call it the teeny tiny red thing for Baby A.
Teeny tiny knits for very smal...
Forty three
-
I turned 43 last weekend. It seems important somehow. It has seemed to be a
coming of age in the way that no other time, not 18 or 21 or 30 or even 40
has ...
Stormy Monday Presents-The Louisiana Roadshow
-
This is going to be good, Sydneysiders presented by 2MBS radio show Stormy Monday. Starts at 7pm with a film about New Orleans Mardis Gras and then Louisiana...
Letter to Charlie - 16 months
-
Dear Charlie
On Thursday you turned 16 months old.
The last two months have been all about language for you. You have been
learning at least on...
Week 45 – Journey’s end and new beginnings
-
Christmas Day dawns fine and hot in the settlements, with the colonists in
pensive mood. Inevitably their thoughts turn to friends and family in
England a...
little friends
-
At least once a day I show Leonard my collection of animal salt-and-pepper
shakers. He loves looking at them and seems to find them even more
hilariously...
To my dear seven readers.
-
Thanks so much for reading my posts. It was an experiment this place, where
I kind of learnt to find a voice before an audience. I can write
academically e...
She Came, She Saw, SheKilda
-
Over the past weekend women crime writers from across Australia, and from
Singapore (Shamini Flint), South Africa (Margie Orford) and New Zealand (Vanda
Sy...
My veggie garden at the Spring Equinox
-
I did a post a couple of years ago on my vegetable garden at the Winter
Solstice, and thought I might remedy my longstanding blog-neglect with some
pretty ...
In which the fish returns to the sea
-
I had a think about it, and I could not remember a time for over two
decades when I did not swim. Every day, wind, rain or shine.
For a few years, it wa...
Q. & A.: Sean Wilentz on Bob Dylan
-
The historian Sean Wilentz, the author of “The Rise of American Democracy”
and “The Age of Reagan,” has a long-standing interest in the songs of Bob
Dylan,...
Rupert Murdoch to Staff
-
The following message from Rupert Murdoch just landed in News Limited
employees’ inboxes. ear Colleagues: Today, James and I appeared before a
committee of...
Into the dirt
-
Update your feed-readers: for the next three weeks I’ll be blogging about my experiences riding the Gibb River Road in the Kimberley over here, wi fi willing.
Certainties
-
My euphoria after the people’s uprising in Tunisia and Cairo and the
stirrings in Syria lasted for weeks. Then, during the long run up while the
UN was del...
Recalling the Public Phone
-
Guest Post by Jayde Cahir
I have owned a mobile for 14 years. Even while backpacking overseas in the
late 90s I carried one with me. But I’m not a mobile ...
what will they do next?
-
Scene: an editorial office in The Age. A young minion is being hauled over
the coals by a slightly older editor. Editor: I have to say that when I saw
this...
A curious thing happened on the way to the bank
-
Within the last week, the Federal Reserve has engaged with the meltdown in
US financial markets to a degree earlier events indicated they would not.
AIG jo...
9 comments:
I'm having increasing problems with all this stuff! I quite like make-up it can be fun. I don't wear a lot and I don't wear it every day. But I have noticed when I don't wear make-up I am more 'invisible' and actually treated more dismissively than usual by men.
I think if all women stopped wearing make-up, there would be quite a shift in how we are treated. First would come a shock and then a sober realisation by men, that we are not from some other planet. I don't think after a while we would be seen as less attractive. However, I cannot see this idea gaining traction anytime soon. Make-up, especially eye make up can make you look completely different and I don't doubt some men have never seen some women without it. We live in a culture governed to and completely pandering to the male gaze.
Sorry for that rant. Have you seen this?:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5pM1fW6hNs
Far out, those eyelashes looked like an infestation of black house spiders.
And we're supposed to live our lives in this virtual space, I suppose. This is horrifying. Talk about creating a world of body dysmorphia. What's wrong with being ourselves?
Yes it is scary but I much prefer it to women feeling obligated to start procedures in their late twenties like botox and collagen implants before undergoing ongoing plastic surgery.
I am invisible - no make-up, no botox, no surgery. And I quite like it.
Ha,ha. Now we know "the secret"- yet again.
Loved it, the AdoBAY pronunciation was especially hilarious.
Is it true that the Aust W. W. is partly owned by a coven of Los Angeles plastic surgeons, hence the excessive face/body photo shopping in it?
And, does anyone else wonder whether the photo of Alan Kohler on "Business Spectator" has been photoshopped, or if he has had "treatments"? Odd, if so, because it has none of the age and experience lines that give his comments authority.
Devastating insight, Frances. Early candidate for later award.
To paraphrase Mister Zappa, satire isn't dead, it just smells funny.
Seriously though, that was hilarious and wickedly on point. Who is our young genius filmmaker?
signed,
j_&c._&c.
wv: "impgogra"
Rabelais, phone your office.
Post a Comment