A little while ago I was at the hairdresser. It’s my little treat. I have a cup of tea and flick through gossip magazines while somebody cuts, washes and dries my hair. A scalp massage once the conditioner goes on is part of the service. I love the scalp massage.
One doesn’t usually come over all feministy at the hairdresser. Nor does one usually spontaneously compose song parodies. But this morning was different. I did both. Continue reading →
Laura Knight was a prolific and successful British artist during her long lifetime (she was 92 when she died), but is now, nearly 50 years after her death, little known outside the art world. Much of her work was until very recently viewed as middlebrow and even a little corny; during her lifetime, as an unashamedly figurative painter in a period dominated by a mostly modernist aesthetic, she was regarded by many of her male colleagues as outmoded; her subject matter commonplace; and her cheerful, flamboyant approach to art and life embarrassing. Continue reading →
A friend asks ‘When is it ok to let myself go?’ And I respond ‘Whenever the hell you like.’ But thinking about it later, it’s actually a bit more complicated than that.
‘Letting yourself go’ in this context means letting your physical appearance slide – quitting make-up, eschewing hair dye, trading dresses for track suits, ceasing to watch what you eat. And that’s a problem. Our worth as women is measured by our physical attributes. We’re expected to ‘make an effort’. When we don’t, we’re expected to accept a corresponding decrease in our value. Continue reading →