I consider Sigmund Freud a genius and I don’t use that term lightly. In fact, I often historicize and undermine the concept of genius in my art history courses, especially when I am talking about such mythological creatures as Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo. But I invoke it in relation to Freud because his ideas were so novel, earth shattering, and influential. They changed forever the path of thought about the body, sexuality, and identity in the west. Who cares whether or not his theories are completely accurate or verifiable? That is not the point, and anyone who thinks that way about Freud is: 1) unimaginative; 2) mudane; 3) unlikely to have read any Freud; and 4) no longer my friend. Continue reading
Wanna Be Bodybuilder; Gonna Be Figure Girl
I won’t be your blog slut anymore. That’s right. I hereby refuse to blog day and night. For God’s sake, I have posted almost 50 times since August! Don’t get me wrong; I like writing, and I like you. I like you a lot. But I feel that we are moving too quickly. Look, it’s my fault and I take full responsibility. I am going to slow down and withhold my posts, giving them up only once a week, spacing them out evenly. You will enjoy the anticipation. I promise. I also promise to intersperse my more academic discussions with sillier ones. Since I regaled you with Foucault last week, it is time for a fun-filled romp through the banalities of my everyday life. There. Don’t you feel better? Now dry those salty lady tears and let’s go… Continue reading
Sensational Multiplicity
One of my favourite books—I have read it about ten times—is Michel Foucault’s, The History of Sexuality: An Introduction. Just when I thought I was ready to move on to Maurice Merleau-Ponty, just when I thought I was out, Foucault pulled me back in. Oh great Saint F, please forgive me for the sin of almost forsaking you and for all the sins I am about to commit. What’s that you say, my haloed master? You command me to go forward in peace and sin some more? You urge me to don a tight leather mask and wrist restraints? Really, oh blessed bald one? What if I also attach a chained lodestone to my body, and hang limply from an overhead bar, feeling the cartilage stretch between my vertebrae? In other words, what if I do weighted wide grip chin-ups because I think they would similarly reconfigure my body.
According to Foucault: ‘We must not think that by saying yes to sex, one says no to power; on the contrary, one tracks along the course laid out by the general deployment of sexuality. It is the agency of sex that we must break away from, if we aim—through a tactical reversal of the various mechanisms of sexuality—to counter the grips of power with the claims of bodies, pleasures, and knowledges, in their multiplicity and their possibilities of resistance.’ Oh yeah. Though the late Foucault recommended S and M practices as one way to accomplish this ‘tactical reversal,’ I think that bodybuilding is another way. Continue reading
Vote and Win a Prize!
I can guess what you are thinking. Where have you been bitch? And why have you tormented us with two lame-ass posts in a row? I know, I know. This one will be less lame, I promise. And I do have an excuse: I was writing Chapter One of my Feminist Figure Girl book, sending it this morning to the amazing members of my writing group so that we can discuss it later this week. I have already warned those brainiac gals that the dinner menu will consist of my diet food, namely bison steak, roasted sweet potatoes, and asparagus. Well, they can also enjoy wine, appetizers, dessert, and bread, while I resentfully sip on lemon water. Can’t wait!
Actually I won’t be at all resentful because my clean eating is already having visible results, and flattering rewards. Two women in the change room at the gym asked me if I was competing this year, and one of them said I looked ‘jacked.’ Oh how I loved that, and soon it might even be true. Continue reading
2010 in review, Stats compiled by WordPress
The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Fresher than ever.
Crunchy numbers
A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 4,200 times in 2010. That’s about 10 full 747s.
In 2010, there were 40 new posts, not bad for the first year! There were 100 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 22mb. That’s about 2 pictures per week.
The busiest day of the year was September 29th with 78 views. The most popular post that day was What Happened in Vegas #2: Bashing the Bikini . Continue reading
