Today I got into an argument with my Aunt because she was upset that her daughter was dating a girl so I said
"Do you really think you should fall in love with someone’s genitals over their soul? Because that’s shallow and sad"
And my 75 year old grandmother who was sitting in her rocking chair, and who hasn’t said a word for the past hour screamed “OH BURN” and hit my aunt with a fly swatterMy gramma is a special lady okay.
The process of foot binding was a long and excruciating one, usually starting before the age of five. It involved breaking the girl’s toes in order to bend them under the foot, and then wrapping them tightly with bandages, which hindered the growth of the foot.
The risk of infection was high, and the feet would have to be regularly attended to. For the upper class, this meant a daily routine of binding and unbinding, while the less affluent ones could only afford to do it a couple of times a week. It hardly comes as a surprise that infections, injuries and in-grown toenails were common, sometimes even leading to death. Those “fortunate” ones to survive the two-year long process, however, still faced tremendous disabilities for the rest of their lives.
The bones were often broken for years afterwards, so even walking became a burdened task, let alone any sort of work in the household or out in the field. Even though the bones would eventually heal, the sheer deformity resulting from the process limited these women in almost everything they did, making them hugely dependable on their husbands.
But, at least the husbands were happy. The fetish for bound feet lasted for over a thousand years. Some men thought it sexually appealing to see the tiny feet concealed in shoes at all times, others found pleasure in the swaying walking style of the woman – a consequence of being forced to walk on their heels in order not to put any weight in the front. Additionally a common male fantasy was that the unusual gait tended to strengthen the vaginal muscles.
An essay posted under Angelfire.com outlines a testimony from a woman who underwent this process:
“She (the mother) ordered me to walk but when I did the pain proved unbearable […] Every two weeks I changed to new shoes. Each new pair was one to two-tenths of an inch smaller than the previous one […] In summer, my feet smelled offensively because of puss and blood; in winter, my feet felt cold because of lack of circulation […] My shanks were thin, my feet became humped, ugly and odoriferous.”
It wasn’t until 1912 that foot binding was officially abolished, although many still continued to do so secretly. Today, the remaining survivors are of old age and are becoming increasingly fewer. Not only do they bear the last tangible traces of a millennium-old tradition, they also share an undeniable consensus of remorse.
“I can’t dance. I can’t move properly. I regret it a lot,” said Zhou Guizhen, and 93-year-old Lim Guan Siew told Reuters, “I would never do that if I had a second chance.” While the fate of these Chinese women is gradually coming to an end, we can begin to reflect upon our own modern society. (via)
The Reality of Nude Photos
Alright, so this is a little bit of an unrelated note to my regular posts, but I feel like it’s important. I want to take just a quick minute to explain the difference I see between a naked body that’s posed and a naked body that is just that: a naked body.
When we look at naked people on the internet (be it Porn Stars, “selfies” taken by internet-famous bloggers, or professional freelance models), they are almost always in these poses that elongate the body, stretch out the muscles, show off the ribs, push the breasts forward and hide all of those squishy rolls that happen when we relax. I am not attacking them, so please don’t feel defensive if those are the kinds of photos you are a part of. They’re beautiful, I have no problem with them. I just feel called to point out that a body that looks so “sexy” or “slender” or “desirable” in one picture, can look squishy, vulnerable and saggy in the next just by letting go of a pose. No one wants to post those pictures, those are the ones you delete before they’re even out of the camera. No one wants to say, “Hey! Here’s a selfie of how my tummy puffs out and look, can you see the stretch marks on my breasts!?”
I took both of those pictures this morning, minutes apart. They’re both me. They’re both completely unedited. They are simply meant to show the difference between a body that is carefully designed to be sexy and well-received, and a body that is just sitting there being a naked body on a bed in the morning.
I’m not saying that people shouldn’t pose in photos, or that photos designed to look sexy are bad whatsoever, so please don’t think that’s what I’m getting at. I just felt like sharing a picture of what a body really looks like sitting on a bed, instead of an image of what a body looks like carefully posed on a bed.
acho que essa é de 2011 to velha sim ou claro