Dummy girl

This is probably one of the best symbols for what woman is in this last installment of patriarchal society. 

She has no face, the first sign of someone’s individuality. How many times men tell themselves and to each other that “women are all the same, whores, bitches, shrews…”? Women’s psychology is so boring, just neuroses and hysteria, it’s not that interesting like men’s, they don’t turn into psychopaths who go on a rampage and don’t have mythological delusions and hallucinations. No, there’s no need for a head. 

The plastic chest is empty and there is no soul in there. The soul is just brain patterns and neurotransmitters, so you need a brain to have a soul. And you also need eyes to be able to express your soul to the outside world. There is also an empty space instead of the womb. There was a time when women were providing food and giving birth by their terms, but with the advent of agriculture this task is now the responsibility of men. Since then the woman has become another tool for helping the man who builds dams, irrigates, plows, sows, harvests and otherwise creates everything else surrounds us.

 

There’s a bosom, but no child in her arms. The image of a mother with a child was used by former versions of patriarchy, but in these times of overpopulation the nurturing mother is not useful anymore or is not selling good, better a young girl, with a body and sexuality just ready to be taken over. 

The hands are cold and devoid of their healing power; the stance is motionless, immovable, suggesting that the fixed image of a young charming sexual body is better than the continuous flow of time and experiences. 

The dummy is in a shop, behind a glass window, with some sexy clothes and the word “sale” over her body. There is no more privacy or intimacy, and as long as you can sell your body (which is the only valuable part of yourself) you are worthy of being seen, measured, compared with others, but never heard (you have no mouth remember?)

Or maybe I am too analytical and put interpretations where they shouldn’t be.