Friday, October 21, 2016

In Praise



My instagram account is the most amazing intersection of women, diverse in the most profound sense of the word: women who keep shabbos in orthodoxy, women who keep shabbos in mini-skirts; women devoted to earless abused pitbulls; women devoted to their human babies and children; women who work molten metal; women who make lace; potters, singers; storytellers; historians, physicists; fat queer brujas who make art with their bodies; women who prepare stew from deer they killed themselves, and women who would not like to take the life of even a single bee in the creation of their meals; poets who write earnestly about abuse, and poets who write about the sweet smell of rain; women who build cars and women who ride motorcycles; women who sell opals, women who sell miniature cake charms, women who sell pastel macarons, women who sell their cast-off fancy stripper pasties; a woman who posts every other day a new couture purchase she has made, from her perch in a gilded boudoir; women with cats, with tattoos, with vintage hats and victory rolls; ballerinas with tortured feet and beautiful lines; women with no hair, by fate or design, and women with a great deal of it, in splendid lavender waves and braids...and on and on in an infinity of iterations...and behind each photo ever more complexity, never to be reduced to a single word or feature no matter how hard the world might try.

1 comment:

Ms Scarlet said...

Oops. I have just quit Instagram [more or less]. I was becoming an addict.
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