AUT INVENIAM VIAM AUT FACIAM
This blog is a manifestation of my denial of any authority or established order over my body.
MY FAT BODY. MY FUCKING BUSINESS.
How to Suffer Politely (And Other Etiquette for the Lumpenproletariat), (Deep Matte Polio Digital C-Print, 2014) A series of aphoristic posters that explore the intersections of the (performance of) suffering with respectability politics. How are poor people policed to suffer in ways that do not disturb/make uncomfortable oppressive institutions or communities? How have poor people been asked to engage in impossible feats of optimism and perseverance in the face of monotonous cycles of poverty and a free market that leaves very few free? How is this suffering declawed of its indictment of oppressive legacies, systems and institutions through narrative framing both in mainstream journalism and other forms of popular media? What is the hidden labor associated with being a poor person who performs tenacity and superhero feats by either smiling through the pain of living paycheck to paycheck or working harder? This ongoing series of aphoristic texts explores capitalist messaging as well as the pedagogy of capitalism.
so i finally got to see the fatkini piece i was in and i know that this was supposed to be an empowering segment about fatkinis but i couldn’t help but laugh when i punched a volleyball and then did this ridiculous glasses pose
seriously though, here’s hoping that fat women and especially chubby little brown girls saw it and it helped them feel a little better about taking up space and being comfortable in their own skin.
even if it’s just in an overly cheesy one minute segment i have to remember that representation is vital.
If I were ever going to be with a woman again, it would be this one. Whew!