I have a scary story about ogling. At the Edinburgh Book Festival last year I found myself standing next to an American woman of enormous girth, a sort of greying mannish hippy with a touch of Jerry Garcia about her. I realised with a start that it was Andrea Dworkin, the ultra-feminist who shook me to my core when, in my late 20s, I read her book 'Intercourse' with its thesis that all penetration of women by men is -- while the sexes remain unequal -- violation, and all literature a graph of rape.She now advocates total separation of the genders and a mother's right to execute paedophiles.
I went to sit on the grass. The sun was shining. An attractive girl came and sat down right between me and Andrea. I never know what to do in situations like this. Do you look admiringly at a sunbathing girl or pretend indifference? This time it was much worse, because Andrea Dworkin was sitting right behind the object of my lust! Thank God my 'male gaze' was hidden behind big bulbous blue ski shades.
― Momus, Thursday, 27 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― fred solinger, Thursday, 27 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
Anyway -- practice peripheral vision and when you're directly talking to someone *look in their eyes,* you morons.
― Ned Raggett, Thursday, 27 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Tom, Thursday, 27 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
Today I was ogled. White Van Man had 'thorts' on my new Issey Miyake shoes and was stranded at zebra crossing while I crossed in front of him and said, 'I do so love feedback from the proletariat.'
― suzy, Thursday, 27 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― jel, Thursday, 27 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
By the way, did I ever tell you about the time I met Issey Miyake in Paris? Well, he had the limpest... [white van screams across anecdote from the left]
― Nitsuh, Thursday, 27 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― DavidM, Thursday, 27 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
There's also the time last week when me, Esther and Richard were waiting to be served in a food queue in Stoke Newington after an art opening at CELL. When the counter guy went to serve me, some battle ax did the 'ExCaUUUse me, Oi'm next' battle cry (she wasn't). Guy served me anyway, she slagged me off to her friend, and as I left, I muttered: "That age-before-beauty trick NEVER works."
Anyway my shoes shocked the more reactionary parts of London today. I love 'em.
― Cryosmurf, Thursday, 27 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Maria, Thursday, 27 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Tracer Hand, Thursday, 27 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Dan Perry, Thursday, 27 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
embarassing moment: i was in the Commerce department of the university early this year looking for a computer to use, when past me walks the cutest lil thing i ever did see. i wolf-whistled the poor dear. two weeks later i'm drinking with my friends before the Pride Ball and we end up at some strange flat where a couple of guys drag to lady maramlade and lo and behold, one of them just happens to be the wolf-whistled boy from the commerce department, and he makes it clear he remembers me objectifying him blatantly. he thought it was funny, but i was a tad shamed! (at moments like these one wishes dunedin wasn't so damn small!)
― di, Thursday, 27 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
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I'm sorry, I missed all that.
― Al, Thursday, 27 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― anthony, Thursday, 27 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Mr Noodles, Thursday, 27 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Ned Raggett, Friday, 28 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link