The Independent annoys me by having excellent articles about the environment interpersed with injunctions to keep consuming, for example a weekly 50 Best series of things to buy. Last week it was shoes, illustrated with the usual 8 inch spike heels and I was so enraged I removed the front cover before I could bear to read it. There's something about high heels that epitomises everything I loathe and despise about fashion and postfeminism. I experience them as if they were actually grinding my face, rubbing my nose in it ha ha we hate you you hideous hairy old thing.
I was talking to my lovely feminist niece about Sex in the City, which she likes, though understands why I don't. But it's changed hasn't it? Episode one poured scorn on men who had sex with models, a couple of series later and Carrie was teetering down the catwalk.
well they got women on TV but I still ain't satisfied
cos cooptation's all I see and I still ain't satisfied
they call me Mzzzzz, they sell me blue jeans
call it women's lib, they make it sound obscene..
(red star singers, back in the 60s)
Beware all your hopes and dreams and best ideas they will try and sell back to you.
material girls in the Guardian on the new golddiggers says it well
does it matter? Yes, they are still thrashing about trying to keep us stupid and unhappy and buying buying buying.
Meanwhile back in the real material world no one wants to worry their pretty little head about..
Climate chaos is inevitable. We can only avert oblivion