Once, in high school, a guy in the trombone section brought a Playboy to band practice and passed it around the horns section. I was on tympani and could see over their shoulders the airbrushed bodies, the unnatural poses, the phony backdrops. Even as a hormonal adolescent I could see the images were crass, gaudy [Read More...]
from
http://www.patheos.com/blogs/goodletters/2017/08/rules-male-gaze/
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