Woman as Commodity

Perhaps I seem flippant; facetious even. But, over the decades of my life, I have had a pretty comprehensive view of men’s and women’s peccadilloes. Just over four years ago, I ended a peculiar relationship with an old ratbag because I knew that I deserved more than his continuing search for his dead mother’s approval inside every woman he had ever met.

When I began my Masters Degree in 2002, I was fascinated by the ways in which women are viewed as sexual objects, and I wanted to explore this topic further in order to comment, to parody, to show the world my interpretations of this deeply subjective issue. I was waylaid, however, and I think it had to do with my own squeamishness at the time. Now I feel able to address the subject more comprehensively.