dear imaginary readers of the blog,
it’s been a misogynistic couple of weeks.
you know, Ursula Le Guin’s essay on being a failed man is thought provoking. as an older woman, she was born just as women were considered persons. she tried to live as a man and now she’s old, and considering living as an old woman. an old woman. but do they exist? i think they’re surgically erased these days. an aside. where does all the clipped skin go? my imagination goes down a labyrinth that involves an altar, a drop of blood, and taking a seat to the right of the King of the Underworld.
who are our present day idols? Vivienne Westwood strikes me as defiant, determined to go down fighting. she’s got something to say from an artistic perspective. and that’s what keeps you going. defiance. determination.
what do you have to say for yourself?
signed,
a (wo)man