The State is looking mighty fine lately. (…That’s something I never thought I’d say.) Pink is still a prison though. Even in its flashiest form, a thing of envy.
The article on the left is from my recent piece on The Real Housewives of Atlanta. After reading my piece to my bf post-publishing, out-loud after the discovery of a thing called “sparkling Shiraz” (never again!), my boyfriend said something that I’ve been thinking about a lot. He said that the pleasure isn’t quite the pleasure of the Housewives themselves. I don’t think it’s about locating pleasure in a “who” but really just recognizing that pleasure is produced and constructed. It can be there without a subject or maybe even an object. It can also make you feel bad.