Saturday, November 14, 2015

Short Blog: Fighting the Perverted Voices In My Head

Girl, Interrupted was published the year I was born.  Coincidence?  Maybe.  It had to be a coincidence for at least some of the thousands of girls born in 1993.

But for me, I don't think so.

I don't understand people's obsession with seeing inside those hospitals, even though I am reading the novel right now myself.  I also read The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, but the only part of that story I thought related to me was the lead's reaction to her boyfriend's penis.  Yes, they do look like turkey gizzards.  And it never stops looking like that, our expectations just adapt!

Or maybe it's just my Sylvia Plath-crazy eyes!  I mean, if that is really what a male's "love organ" looks like, why would we put that in our mouth without cooking it for Thanksgiving dinner first?  "Where is the gravy?" I thought the first time I let my boyfriend take his clothes off in my dorm.  Luckily, or unluckily, it seemed to make its own white gravy, enhancing the illusion.

This is why I believe I have crazy eyes.  How is this belief reinforced?  Because I work at a design company, and I see things in my clients' ads that my co-workers don't see.

Today, I was working with a company that has a unique animal logo.  Their logo is all over their current website, and it is of two large animals, lets call them a lion and a horse, fighting each other.  The lion hovers over the horse, but not in victory because there is a look of determination on the horse's face, like he is ready to strike back.

Or, that look of determination can be for something else, like that fact that the lion is hovering over the horse's crotch.  And I wonder if there is something wrong with me for seeing animal porn in my clients' designs as I read this book about McLean Hospital.

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