You painted a naked woman because you enjoyed looking at her, put a mirror in her hand and you called the painting “Vanity,” thus morally condemning the woman whose nakedness you had depicted for you own pleasure.
John Berger Ways of Seeing
#it’s okay to follow creepshots but when a celebrity’s nudes are leaked she’s a slut #it’s perfectly normal to watch objectifying porn but when a woman decides to film herself having sex she’s a whore #it’s alright for you to harass women on the street but when they approach you first it’s arrogance #it’s cool for you to fantasize about a woman who’s out of your league but when a woman you deem unattractive likes you you’re disgusted #no don’t worry you can make female bodies public property but when they discuss your masturbation habits you can be offended
I am trying to understand what is so scary about feeling someone else’s pain? You don’t have to agree with me in order to be able to admit that “yes, this is painful.” Why is the ability to feel or hurt so scary that it causes people to forget who I am and hate me? Why does the ability to empathize with another’s pain create a feeling of danger, so much so that the first impulse is to annihilate it? I’m trying to understand whether it is the fear of looking in mirror; the fear of understanding who we have become and what we have let ourselves be made to do. Or perhaps is it the fear that if we were indeed made to commit these atrocities to others, the same can be done to us? The fear forces its bearer to push out whoever he or she thinks brought it on. Because the only way to be sure that this evil does not befall us is if it is clear that they are non-human.
I stopped feeling as if I didn’t belong anywhere, and realized that I belonged anywhere I wanted to be.
I just want a cute girlfriend who will sit on my lap at parties and on my face in the bedroom.