MLMM Photo Challenge — Heavenly Bodies

img_1437“I was inspired by a photograph from NASA in which the sun and the moon were set up in juxtaposition with one another” explained the artist. img_1439“That’s what gave me the idea for my series of photographs where I juxtapose a heavenly body and a woman’s body.”

“But your work is rather macabre, don’t you think?” the interviewer asked. “And some might say it’s a bit misogynistic and even sadistic, given that all of your subjects that you’ve juxtaposed with the moon, the sun, planets, and stars are women who are tied up or in some sort of physical or sexual distress.”

“Well, yes, but that is the message I’m trying to get across, actually,” she said. “You see, by focusing on a woman’s body and her appearance in our society, we are objectifying her. Even the term “heavenly bodies,” when regularly applied to a woman’s appearance, gives the impression that a woman is defined by her body and not by her substance. Women should be recognized and appreciated for who we are on the inside and not merely for what we look like on the outside.”

“And that’s why you chose ‘Heavenly Bodies’ as the title for your show?” the interviewer asked.

“Exactly,” the photographer said. “Heavenly bodies aren’t so heavenly when women are treated as mere objects subject to the more sadistic nature of men, are they?”


Written for this week’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge (photo credit: Luis Gonzalez Palma), and for today’s one-word prompt, “juxtapose.”

I Need An Explanation

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Try as I may, I just can’t grasp it. I like to think of myself as an empathetic person, yet it still eludes me.

But then again, I am a city dweller and tend toward the liberal when it come to most things social and political. That said, on fiscal matters, I’m more conservative.

Still, I just don’t get it. Especially when it comes to females, Latinos, blacks, Asians, and anyone with a even half a brain.

I’m a white male, and I somewhat understand the what many white males, particularly those without college degrees, with blue collar jobs, and who live in more rural areas, might feel.

But given the misogyny, how can so many white women stand behind the guy? Given his racism, how can any African Americans, male or female, still be in his camp?

Given his xenophobia, how can any Latino, Asian, or anyone who is a recent descendant of an immigrant, think he’s their guy?

But his support by one group of people is something I grasp least of all. Evangelicals are supposed to be committed to the Christian gospel message that Jesus Christ is the savior of humanity. They believe in the authority of the Bible as God’s revelation to humanity, and in spreading the Christian message.

So can someone please explain to me, then, why eight out of ten Evangelicals support Donald Trump? He is probably the most irreligious president this country has ever had. He’s a philanderer who openly admitted to moving on another man’s wife “like a bitch.” He’s been unfaithful to every one of his three wives. He’s probably never read the Bible (or the Constitution), and he has never even wondered “what would Jesus do?”

I just can’t grasp how forty percent of Americans buy this man’s bullshit.


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “grasp.”

Song Lyric Sunday — The Wanderer

When I saw that this week’s Song Lyric Sunday theme was “traveling,” my first reaction was to use Ricky Nelson’s “Traveling Man.” Unfortunately, another blogger beat me to it.

Back to the drawing board, I thought. But while I was walking my dog tonight, a song popped into my head. That song was Dion’s classic, “The Wanderer.”

The song, written by Ernie Maresca and recorded by Dion DiMucci, was released in 1961 on Laurie Records. It’s a song that tells the story of a travelling man and his many love interests.

Of course, by today’s standards, Dion’s song would undoubtedly and deservedly be considered sexist and misogynistic. But hey, what did we know about sexism and misogyny back then? I’m not sure such concepts had yet been invented in 1961.

Here are the lyrics.

Oh, well, I’m the type of guy who will never settle down
Where pretty girls are, well, you know that I’m around
I kiss ’em and I love ’em ’cause to me they’re all the same
I hug ’em and I squeeze ’em they don’t even know my name

They call me a wanderer
Yeah, a wanderer
I roam around, around, around, around

Oh, well, there’s Flo on my left and there’s Mary on my right
And Janie is the girl, well, that I’ll be with tonight
And when she asks me, which one I love the best?
I tear open my shirt and I show “Rosie” on my chest

‘Cause I’m a wanderer
Yeah, a wanderer
I roam around, around, around, around

Oh, well, I roam from town to town
I go through life without a care
And I’m as happy as a clown
I with my two fists of iron and I’m going nowhere

I’m the type of guy that likes to roam around
I’m never in one place, I roam from town to town
And when I find myself fallin’ for some girl
Yeah, I hop right into that car of mine, I drive around the world

Yeah I’m a wanderer
Yeah, a wanderer
I roam around, around, around, around

Oh yeah, I’m the type of guy that likes to roam around
I’m never in one place, I roam from town to town
And when I find myself a-fallin’ for some girl
I hop right into that car of mine and drive around the world

Yeah, ’cause I’m a wanderer
Yeah, a wanderer
I roam around, around, around, around, around, around

‘Cause I’m a wanderer
Yeah, a wanderer
I roam around, around, around

‘Cause I’m a wanderer
Yeah, a wanderer