Passing through the mall, I stare at the display in a women's fashion boutique. My eyes barely register the slinky evening wear or the tight sweaters over impossibly high, tiny breasts. It's the mannequins themselves. Headless again!
Marketers must believe this allows different women to imagine themselves in those skimpy clothes regardless of their actual size. What I see are thin replicas of female bodies without brains - unable to decide anything for themselves, too mindless to even know they are being gawked at. Scores of people pass the display, unperturbed by what they see.
I find that I must walk away. If I glance at the mannequins any longer, I will start to question their missing hands and feet.
1 comment:
Enjoyed your comments, Thelma. Mannequins--I always found it unusual that the mannequins in Japan had Western faces. As for not having a car, gas is quite expensive. But I think buses, if used a lot, can be expensive. I THINK FROM THESE blogs you can write some haibun if you care to do that.
At any rate, I am not sure if this message will get to you. Fondly, Sanford
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