New to us - a catalog from 1994 exhibition at the Fukuoka Art Museum, “Rickshaw Painting: Traffic Art in Bangladesh,” an amazing survey of paintings done to decorate rickshaws. We’ll post some more pics b/c it’s so great. -ds
In Deborah Tannen’s essay, “There Is No Unmarked Woman,” she concludes, “Some days you just want to get dressed and go about your business. But if you’re a woman, you can’t because there is no unmarked woman.” I could not agree with this statement more. Every day I get up, and it takes me at least 2-3 outfit changes to finally figure out what I want to wear to school. I do not do this because I’m trying to figure out what looks the best, I do this to figure out how comfortable I feel in each outfit for that day. Everyday I get up and basically figure out who I want to be for that day. I know it, and so does everyone else. As much as I’d like to say sweatpants are my favorite thing to wear to school, I can’t. They’re comfy and are exactly what I’d love to wear everyday, but I don’t want to be looked at as lazy, or someone who doesn’t have the effort to care about their appearance. But on the other hand, I enjoy dressing up from time to time. Yet it seems like everyone assumes there’s some special reason as to why I choose to wear a dress or skirt to school. I could wear sweatpants, but I choose not to because of the way people look at me for wearing them. I could wear dresses everyday, but choose not to because that thats “just trying way too hard.” It’s never a win. As the picture shows, even without the clothes, women are still judged by the things they don’t even have control of. It’s a 1950’s Pageant Judge guide that points out flaws in each of the body shapes, and illustrates what the winner should resemble. This points out everything- hips that are “too wide” or shoulder bones that are “too pronounced”- but these women can’t change the bone structure in their body to fit this image. It just goes to show how women are judged by everything they do, everything they say, and everything they are.
And everything is an argument, duh.
Capturing the 2014 Holi Festivals on Instagram
On Monday, Hindus everywhere celebrate Holi, an annual festival of colors that marks the beginning of spring. The festivities start out with bonfires held on the eve of Holi, which symbolize the victory of good over evil in Hindu mythology.
On the day of Holi, thousands of people take to the streets to celebrate the abundant colors of spring by throwing colored powder and water at one another in mass gatherings. In Hindu temples, devotees enter into a shower of colors as they gather for holiday prayers. The festivities are traditionally held by Hindu communities in India, Bangladesh, Pakistan and Nepal, and nowadays are spreading across non-Hindu communities as an opportunity to engage with the Hindu culture. Drawn by the vibrant colors, many Instagrammers taking part in the celebration are capturing and sharing this joyous and colorful day with the world.
I completely agree with Tannen’s assertion in paragraphs 31-34, which is no matter what women wear, we will always be judged and marked. Women are marked on a daily basis not only by men, but other women as well, which is shown in the picture above. It is just a part of being human and something we do uncontrollably. no matter how covered up or uncovered a woman as, someone will always be watching and judging/ marking them. No matter how hard we try, we simply cannot be unmarked due to the fact that we are women. People will always be trying to put a label on women based on looks and style. Tannen says ” to say anything about women and men without making oneself either feminist or anti-feminist, male-basher or apologist for men seems as impossible for a woman as trying to get dressed in the morning without inviting interpretations of her character”. We proved this statement in class while trying to find a way to dress to school without someone being able to mark us, which we discovered was basically impossible. Tannen is 100% correct. No matter what women do, we can never escape the judgement of others, which makes us forever marked.