Part of the assumption underlying the idea that every woman has an eating disorder is that our culture reflects (and inspires) this truth, making it strikingly easy to derive these posts.
The latest candidate? A book, which I happened across this week, by fashion designer, Cynthia Rowley, entitled Slim. The subtitle, "A Fantasy Memoir," reflects the work's fictional component, which functions side by side with Rowley's life account. However, what struck me was the title as a whole, as it appears on the cover (Slim: A Fantasy Memoir), the idea, which doesn't meet much challenge, that "Slim" is a bona fide fantasy--that those who realize this goal indulge in the good life, while those who don't spend the better part of their lives chasing the ideal. To Rowley, the word "fantasy" might connote her fabled climb from small-town, Illinois youth to major player in the fashion world. To most women, slim is enough of a fantasy on its own.
3 comments:
It's the never ending chase. It's almost like you have a better chance at winning that guy that has absolutely no interest in you than you do at finding that fantasy "slim." It's all about the chase and for many this chase is never ending and does lead to a less satisfying life.
Oh, "fantasy" is a great word there. Slim's really such an unattainable goal -- total fantasy. Well, happy/satisfied slim is, anyway!
ptc--that's right.
haley--that, too!
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