Friday, 29 July 2011



The other day I joined the gym. After vowing that 'the world was my gym' and that the exercise industry is just a money making machine this was a move that surprised even myself. When I got in through the doors and smelt the unmistakable hum of sweat and desperation I felt determined to penetrate this world of sleek bodies and pumping iron. But first, a few questions:
Why do gyms have so many mirrors? I realise fully that my coordination and fitness are way below par. It is questionable as to why the walls need to constantly remind me of this. 
Why do men take photographs of themselves lifting weights? What do they do with these photographs after? Do they keep the ones of themselves or the ones of their friends? Are weight lifters in love with themselves or each other?
Why am I the only person that turns a bright shade of vermilion after only thirty minutes?
Who comes up with these mental exercise classes: Kettlercise, Bodypump?
Should I take steroids just for funsies?
And lastly, will I ever look like this woman?

I will don my most appealing detective gym wear and get back to you on that one.


I was playing around with clips from horror films when I found this amazing scene of a woman being blown up. I spliced out any context; resulting in utter ridiculousness.
And to think women actually pay to have the fat pumped out their ass and spewed into their lips.

Iris Marion Young- 'Throwing like a girl'

“the fact that the woman lives her body as object as well as subject. The source of this is that patriarchal society defines woman as object, as a mere body, and that in sexist society women are in fact frequently regarded by others as objects and mere bodies. An essential part of the situation of being a woman is that of living the ever-present possibility that one will be gazed upon as a mere body, as shape and flesh that presents itself as the potential object of another subject’s intentions and manipulations, rather than as a living manifestation of action and intention. The source of this objectified bodily existence is in the attitude of others regarding her, but the woman herself often actively takes up her body as a mere thing. She gazes at it in the mirror, worries about how it looks to others, prunes it, shapes it, molds and decorates it.
This objectified bodily existence accounts for the self-consciousness of the feminine relation to her body and resulting distance she takes from her body” (155).


Some stills from the video 'Crutch'. Done on two separate occasions, I vomited both times.
Reactions to this display of gluttony were not as I expected.
Pedestrians in the street acted as if it was normal to see a retching girl with chocolate all over her face stuffing her mouth with masses of chocolate cake.

100 Crimson Smacks

It has been a dry period;
I have resorted to smearing my passion onto paper