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Cher Tour News and Beaches

Cherlaairport0-200x300Cher News and Cher World have posted pics of Cher's recent appearance at Los Angeles International airport (left).  

Cher News also posted some tour news:

http://chernews.blogspot.com/2012/03/news-round-up-chers-new-tour.html
http://chernews.blogspot.com/2012/02/cher-must-have-found-what-she-was.html
http://chernews.blogspot.com/2012/02/chers-concert-coming-to-kansas.html

No album news yet, but since the tour is officially starting in September, the album will probably be delayed until near then. Sad face. Cher says most likely the tour will start in Kansas (Cher Scholar Tyler must be very happy!)

I don't know what to feel about this tour business. Of course I love buying tour memorabilia. But my non-Cher-friends are more than mildly irritated about the KISS-like renegation of the plenitude of said farewells. My long-suffering husband will probably go again with me (even if it means traveling to Denver or Phoenix because Albuquerque only hosts has-beens and tribute bands) but I will hear plenty of shame-speech when all my peeps find out about this.

And I can't say it's undeserved. This is one of the hardships of being a Cher fan.

But who can shake a stick at another tour book? Not obsessed me!

I'm glad the opening song will change from "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For" (hire a detective already) to "You Haven't Seen the Last of Me." That's somewhat of a bright spot. I hope the song list changes in other ways, too.

I never thought I'd be saying this, but a set of covers would be refreshing about now. I never thought I'd live to see the day of Cher doing one Greatest Hits tour, let alone three (Believe, Farewell, Caesars Palace). I used to pine for that.

But it would be swell if Cher sang some old catalogue tunes, as a nod to the events going on in this primary election (something like "It’s a Man’s World" or "Do Right Woman").

ThumbnailWhen I was 8, I adored Cher’s version of Aretha Franklin's "Do Right Woman, Do Right Man" (if you want a do-right woman, you gotta be a do-right man). I found the song on the first S&C album I ever bought with my own money, The Beat Goes On (a compilation unbeknownst to me). It was 1978 and I was at Record Bar with my defacto bff Krissy and her older brother. I had five dollars and the album was $7.35. Krissy’s brother spotted me the extra dough to get the record. I made my parents listen to it. I remember the night well. It was in St. Louis, the piece of furniture that was our record player taking up a whole wall of our “nice” room, my parents sitting in our “nice chairs.” Mom and Dad were not completely won over but they begrudgingly said they liked "Do Right Woman."

I say defacto bff, because Krissy had another “official” bff, albeit a bff she never played with. I was the constant day-after-day dependable stand-in, a theatrical part I’ve played over and over again in my life with bffs in high school and college. No matter what frustrations my friends have with their “official” bffs, I always feel that someday they will return to them and I will be bff-less.

I’ve tried to believe over the years that this doesn’t bother me. But when I heard about how former Cher-Show-writer Iris Rainer Dart wrote the movie Beaches with Cher in mind, I had to face a painful truth. It did bother me that I was always a stand-in-bff which is why I never wanted to see the movie Beaches. I was jealous of bffs. My bffness made me sad and I avoided the movie and its insipid popularity for decades. In fact, my high school defacto bff, Lisa, even said the movie reminded her of her "official" bff Nellie (Nellie is also my good friend and a very talented showgirl). Nellie couldn’t come to Lisa’s wedding so I was the Maid of Stand-in Honor. Which I was happy to do because I loved my friend Lisa. I wasn’t bitter about it. Just jealous.

I finally forced myself to watch the movie last weekend. And it was awful. Honestly. The performances were awful. The dialogue was awful. My husband left the room it was so awful. I didn’t even find the bff relationship plausible and Bette Midler and Barbara Hershey had no chemistry. It was sort of a relief. Now I can move on. But yeah…Barbara Hershey’s lips plump up half way through the movie. Remember all the brouhaha about that? Those were the days of lip-plumping innocence.

And which part was supposed to be for Cher? I didn’t get Cher playing C.C. Bloom at all.

 

Bric a Brac News

Cher News reported recently that Gilbert LaPiere, Cher and her sister's one-time stepdad has just passed away in Oklahoma: http://chernews.blogspot.com/2012/02/chers-stepfather-lapiere-dies.html

Rest in peace, Gilbert LaPiere. Now we know how to spell it everyone. Big P. One r.

Cher World also posted some new pics and an article on Cher's apartment condo in Los Angeles: http://www.cherworld.com/news/?p=1804

I've never had a bathtub in the middle of a room…or one with a writing desk no less. Must papers be signed in the tub? No rest for the wicked, my mother always says.

Bathroom

I hope, on a midnight pee break, nobody hits their head on those hanging lights.

Bed

I don't know what the heck this is, a meditation nook?

Cherhouse

Very tasteful. But I'd hate to be the guest who spills coffee on it.

Livingroom

Ahh….what celebrity livin' is all about: the view!

Cherview

 

 

An Armenian Poet

268x180_thumb_photo_60136_87fdf30efI'm reading an anthology of Middle-Eastern and Asian poets and I came across a poem by this fellow here, Barouyr Sevag, whose last name does not rhyme with Armenian as I am accustomed to.

But anyway, not only was he an Armenian poet but his deciphering of a type of unending yearning reminded me for some reason of Cher…

The Analysis of Yearning (Garod)

I know the dark need, the yearning, the want,
in the same way the blind man knows
the inside of his old home.

I don't see my own movements
and the objects hide.
But without error or stumbling
I maneuver among them,
live among them,
move like the self-winding clock
which even after losing its hands
keeps ticking and turning
but shows neither minute nor hour.

And dangling between darkness and loneliness
I want to analyze this want
like a chemist
to understand its nature and profound mystery.
And as I try
there is laughter
from some mysterious tunnel,
laughter from an indescribable distance,
from an unhearable distance.

A city sparrow with a liquid song
changes its ungreen life
into music from an unechoing distance,
an unhuntable distance.

And words start hurting me
as they mock, echo from the unhuntable distance,
this merciless distance.

I walk from wall to wall
and the sound of my steps
seems to come from far away
from that merciless distance,
that impossible distance.

I am not blind
but I see nothing
around me, because
vision has detached itself
and reached that distance
that is impossibly far,
excessively far.

I run after myself,
incapable of ever reaching or
catching what I seek.

And this is what is called
want and longing or "garod."

Translated from the Armenian by Diana Der-Hovanessian
(whose last name does rhyme with Armenian)

 

Is This Cher?

ThischerHow tragic it is to be a Cher-collectible-completist. You have to buy crap like this.

The only interesting aspect of this CD release of This Is Cher is the timing of it; coincidentally this is the flagship compilation for Cher Zine 3.

And it has to be one of the cheapest re-issues of a re-issue I've ever seen. Not even a liner note or so much as an album-credit inside. Don't even expect a picture of Cher.

I should have known by the cover art which looks more like a karaoke release than a real Cher CD.

These crap-compilation/re-issues just junk up the Cher Universe.

 

Billy Sammeth Talks Smack about Joan and Cher

CherjoanGirls gangin' up!

So Cher's former manager, Bill Sammeth, dishes some dirt in his defense of being fired by both Cher and Joan Rivers. And it's very scandalous stuff.

However, I don't completely buy his story. And honestly, I don't know nuthin' upon nuthin' about Joan and Melissa Rivers so I can almost go there with that drama; but when you compare his story to the events of the Joan Rivers documentary, Joan Rivers: A Piece of Work…the timelines just don't jive at all. Plus, he never explains the complaints Joan and other characters had about his prolonged absences that occurred in the documentary. He doesn't address this issue regarding Cher's complaints either.

He says Cher fired him simply because she didn't want to pay him for his share of "Believe" royalties. Did she fire the rest of her staff around that time too? Surely, other employees benefited from all the "Believe" cash.

He also claims she faked Sonny's funeral speech.

Well, Cher is a good actress, I will give her that; but to be blunt, I don't think she's that good…to pull off that tour de force, or be willing to bear being seen doing that unattractive funeral-speech sobbing. Her issues with Sonny were complicated to be sure. But I always go back to the fact that she was calling a truce with him of sorts in her last Rosie Show appearance before Sonny died. The show where Rosie hilariously told Sonny to "sit and spin."

Read Sammeth's story for yourself: http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2012/02/12/billy-sammeth-the-manager-fired-by-cher-and-joan-rivers-tells-his-side-of-the-story.html

And you can't get around the fact that two of his former clients had the same complaint. Never good evidence on you.

When my husband's mother Donna coins a wise saying,  we call that a Donnology. When my mother Estelene coins one, we call that an Esteligism. This is one of my mother's favorite Esteligisms: if everyone disagrees with you…maybe it's you. Maybe.

 

Comic Book Drama

ComicDrama!

So you know originally this thing was due in December. Since then Amazon.com has canceled my order twice; so I contacted someone at Bluewater two weeks ago on February 13 (actually three people: the first email from their contact page came back undeliverable, the second guy was on vacation). I finally received an email from someone who said the comic would be out the next Wednesday February 15. Sure enough that day a blog post went up saying the comic was out and to check your local comic store or to buy one through Amazon.com. As of today Amazon still doesn't have any copies and my comic store in Santa Fe had never heard of the comic. Rumors were spread that it had sold out already.

I'm not sure about that but check your local comic store just in any case. You can download a Kindle version from Amazon now if you're desperate. A dear Cher friend snared me a copy from the comic book store at Grand Central Station in New York City. And for that, many thank yous!!

What a mess this whole thing is, folks.

But the slight little thing is a fun retrospective. In true comic book fashion there is a surprise ending (with Chaz as a plot point). Cher is one of a kind, to be sure, but the artist seems to have difficulty rendering her. In a few of the drawings, she looks a tad Asian even.

At least they writer spelled her last name right. Some oddities: they show her as a teenager, not a baby, when she went into a foster home; and often throughout the pages, her hairstyles and clothes are confused between the 1960s and 70s.

I loved the album cover re-drawings. But she did not actually date Elvis. I also don't believe her divorce from Sonny drew out until 1979 (or maybe just the ramifications of it). Gregg Allman is drawn to to look more like Chastity and Elijah doesn't even exist in this comic-bipic.

What is that bottle doing in the picture of her singing "Turn Back Time"? Is she in the shower?

Here's a review: http://www.geeksofdoom.com/2012/02/25/comic-review-female-force-cher/

 

My Journey with Whitney

CherwhitneyWhen it was reported yesterday that Whitney Houston had died suddenly in the Beverly Hilton Hotel (reportedly in a bathtub), everyone seemed surprised and sad (and a few even thought the news was a Cher-like Twitter joke). Brian McKnight appeared on CNN today scolding us all for jibbing at Houston when she was alive and struggling, but pitying and missing her now that she had died.

I've been rummaging through my own significant shock and sadness. For most of her career, Houston has aggravated me to be honest. But unlike other erratic-behaving stars like Michael Jackson and Amy Winehouse, I never expected her to die imminently. I just assumed, at worst, she’d end up as an old-lady addict. I always assumed, since she looked so utterly healthy and feisty all her life (give or take a drug-bender or anorexic appearance on a 30-year-Michael-Jackson anniversary special) that her body would take the pummeling and persevere. I also didn't ever take her for a suicide. Too proud.

Which brings me to my frustration and fascination with Whitney Houston over the last 27-something years. I was 14 years old when "How Will I Know" hit MTV in 1985. It was clearly a corporate-made video, so polished and different than the DIY-videos I was used to seeing on TV. The video was so colorful and playful with the paint splashes and Whitney skipping around so happy, bouncy and pretty. It was addictively refreshing and perky. I remember listening to the album Whitney Houston at my friend Mandy's house. My favorite tracks were the duets with Jermaine Jackson. Jermaine is my favorite Jackson and I loved the smooth sounds of "Nobody Loves Me Like You Do" and "Take Good Care of My Heart." The album was full of other hits: "You Give Good Love," "Saving All My Love for You," "All at Once," and “Greatest Love of All.”

Then in 1987, my senior year, the album Whitney came out. Another happy-go-lucky, colorful video of Whitney singing “I Wanna Dance With Somebody.” It cheered my dark, depressed teen outlook. And finally she came through my city on a live tour. My friend Mandy and I saw her at the Muny Opera House in St. Louis. I was so expecting to see that happy, fresh young girl from the videos. When boys threw out catcalls, she took great offense and told us she wanted to be respected as a serious artist not a sex object. So self-serious. I was disappointed. My image was deflated.

And I didn’t enjoy the bombastic ballads and dance hits that followed, “Didn’t We Almost Have it All,”  “So Emotional,” and “Where Do Broken Hearts Go.” The performances and videos didn’t have the fun rainbow feel of the early video I loved. Whitney wanted to be seen as a confident diva now. She wasn’t dancing and flirting with us teen girls anymore; she was beholden now to no one but herself. I’m sure this was empowering to many young black girls. And maybe if I hadn’t first imagined her as the innocent, free-spirited teen instead of the now-irritated, knowing diva, I wouldn’t have been so irked.

In any case, she now wanted to be respected as a powerful, in-control lady. So in 1990 when I’m Your Baby Tonight  came out and she started dating the bad-boy Bobby Brown and suddenly, inexplicably chasing this kind of tough street-cred, I got really annoyed. Last decade she was the princess of soul from a gospel and easy-listening entertainment dynasty, not to mention the church; but now she’s sassy and urban from the rough streets of Newark. Right. I completely ignored the single “I’m Your Baby Tonight” and “All the Man I Need” (which I now can’t even remember).

I also ignored The Bodyguard. Have never seen it. Don’t like Kevin Costner and I know this is sacrilege but I prefer Dolly Parton’s much less bombastic version of “I Will Always Love You.” As for the single “I Have Nothing”…no thank you.

I did however love, love, love her gliding version of “I’m Every Woman” (Chaka Khan!) and I loved her version of the National Anthem in 1991 enough to buy the cassette single.

In 1998 I was living in Yonkers, New York, having just finished an MFA in Poetry at Sarah Lawrence College. I remember first hearing the song “It’s Not Right But It’s Okay” from the album My Love is Your Love while sitting at a light on the Saw Mill Parkway. I thought what a catchy-empowering hook and (finally) she’s gotten a clue about bad boy Bobby Brown! We’re probably ready now to move on to the next phase of her life, sans Bobby, which I hope is a revisit of that beautiful, fresh-faced happy teen thing.

Not to be. Things got bad, very bad. Through it all, Bobby went to jail and there was this melodramatic reunion on his release, the 2001 Michael-Jackson special's alarming weight loss, the marijuana bust in 2000, in the early 2000s failing to show up for scheduled performances and being fired from an Academy Awards show, the attitude problems in her interview with Diane Sawyer in 2002 (“I make too much money to ever smoke crack. Let's get that straight. Okay? We don't do crack. We don't do that. Crack is wack!”), her spat with Wendy Williams, the disoriented behavior on that international trip to Israel, and the final nail to her image being the 2005 reality show Being Bobby Brown. Her biggest enemy always seemed to be her own ego.

I don’t even remember Just Whitney being released in 2002, the holiday album in 2003 or I Look to You in 2009 (the first album cover where Whitney looked pretty haggard).

Going back to the beginning, I must tell you the song “Greatest Love of All” grated on my nerves. And everyone I knew used to make fun of the lines: “I believe the children are our future. Teach them well and let them lead the way. Show them all the beauty they possess inside.” The accompanying video included Whitney’s own mom, gospel singer Cissy Houston, and told the indulgent story of how a young Whitney was guided to be the strong, secure woman she grew up to be. It was full of empowerments: “I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone’s shadow. If I fail, if I succeed, at least I live as I believe. No matter what they take from me, they can’t take away my dignity. Because the greatest love of all is happening to me. Learning to love yourself, it is the greatest love of all. And if by chance, that special place that you've been dreaming of leads you to a lonely place, find your strength in love.”

None of which turned out to be a life-giving truth for Whitney Houston. Which is what grates me most of all. I had a friend in high school who exactly reminded me of Whitney Houston. She was beautiful and talented and full of false bravado. Piously righteous before suddenly capitulating to the demons of the hardest vices.

Whitney Houston was the soundtrack of my young life to be sure. All that I loved and was frustrated by. I took for granted what teens before me could not, that beautiful black people could be pop mega-superstars. And because in many ways I still take that fact for granted as right and obvious, I feel I can say how I really felt about Whitney Houston. Why gloss over the unpleasant truth in respect for the dearly departed voice? As talented as she was, I wish she had been the strong character she once convinced me she was. Or at least the happy, angelic sprite I always wanted her to be.

 

Cher RIP

CherSo! Cher was rumored to be dead.
For like 12 hours.
And no one emailed me.

For the love of God. Not a peep from ANYBODY.

Were we all holding our breaths? I'd like to believe that because, I have to tell you, I was a little put out.

I only learned of the not-death Friday afternoon because cherscholar.com was down for a few days due to a server switch. I was logging into a very popular online mail service to double-check my site's new email addresses and, per usual, I scanned the top-ten online searches while I was loggin in. To my surprise, the number one search at that moment was

"Cher not dead."

What the? Cher is the number one search!! I don't think she's been the number one search term ever…as long as I've been scanning number one search terms anyway. And besides, she's been not dead for 12 hours, from Thursday night to Friday morning. And nobody told me!

The Twitter scam even had another Armenian-celebrity, Kim Kardashian, fooled. And because Kim is one of the nations top five tweeters, the story went off the rails.

Meanwhile, this was not the rending of garments and gnashing of teeth I will come to expect from Cher fans.

In one brief second of comprehending that Cher was not dead, Cher's life flashed before my eyes. Or Cher2rather my life of being a fan of the Cher product and having that icky realization that products do not have mortality, people do. It threatened the death of a comforting obsession for this heterosexually  queer gal; and seeing as I've been a fan since I was four or five years old, it threatened a final death knell to my childhood, something I've managed to hold on to into my 40s.

But…this isn't entirely about me. Cher's friends did not take kindly to the twitter scam. Loree Rodkin posted, “Whoever started that stupid rumor needs to have their face dragged across concrete." Yikes. Imagine Paul McCartney saying that.

Cher was the number one freakin' search term and a Kardashian was embarrassed. It's kind of funny, unless you're Cher I guess.

To celebrate Cher's very aliveness and hopefully resting in peace this evening, I am posting my three favorite Cher photos, which were taken during the Norman Seeff sessions in 1975.

http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/gossip/2012/01/cher-twitter-hoax-kim-kardashian.html

Cher3

Paul McCartney, Jeff Goldblum and Cher. What an odd-ball rumored-to-be-dead club.

Tango…Another Transgendered Story

KikiOne of my favorite New York City experiences between 1995 and 1999 was going to see Kiki and Herb Christmas shows every year with my friend Coolia who was a big fan of theirs.

Kiki, a character developed by Justin Bond, was an amazing experience of drag cabaret comedy unlike anything I'd ever seen. Kiki was an alcoholic has-been lounge singer who did hilarious lounge-recreations of Christmas songs mixed with modern hits like "Smells Like Teen Spirit." Kiki was both achingly bitter and inspiringly hopeful as she recounted the sad back-stories of both Kiki and Herb, my favorite quote being, "it aint easy being a gay Jew 'tard." Well…you had to be there. The DVDs do NOT do the show justic e, the music, the humor or the pathos. Amazingly, Kiki would go through this imperceptible slide towards  public drunkenness during the duration of the show in a tour de force performance.

Recently, Justin has gone through the transgender process, reborn as Justin Vivian Bond. I received his memoirs for Christmas and read the 136-page book, Tango, in one sitting. The book is mostly a touching focus on his childhood experiences, structured around his relationship with the neighborhood cad "Tango." Bond

This is an interesting alternative take to adult-transgendering of Chaz' Transition. Interestingly, Cher makes three appearances in this book, too. In once scene, Justin gets in trouble for illicit behavior just after buying "Sonny & Cher's latest album."

My greatest role model on television was Cher. The Sonny & Cher Show always had a segment where Cher would one-up Sonny her putdowns. Any chance I got to show my finely honed skills at bitchiness was okay by me. I really didn't think of it as being mean. I thought of it as having fun.

Justin Vivian Bond is a master storyteller and I hope this is simply the first installment of a longer memoir series.

 

Off-White Hollywood

OffwhiteOh my God! Cher scholarship, where have you been all my life!!!

This book, Off-White Hollywood, American Culture and Ethnic Female Stardom, came out in 2001! What rock have I been living under? I've been so starved for critical pop-culture writing, I've been pouring over some really dry stuff…like The Diva's Mouth and The Adoring Audience and Guilty Pleasures and what seems like the textbook from Duke University's Culture Studies program Hop on Pop. How thrilling to see some critical feminist writing about Cher…and ethnicity! And Cher on the cover even!

In Cher Zine 3, I catalogue my trials trying to track down feminist pop culture writers who were even willing to talk about Cher. I finally found three or four brave women to interview. But here was Diane Negra's book sitting right under my nose! This book is truly awesome but be warned: it's full of really academic egghead stuff.

I've heard many girls-of-color (Latinos, Persians) comment on Cher's non-whiteness as being of significance to them–especially growing up in the 1970s, but I never hear anyone else talking about Cher in an ethnic context.

Negra starts with her thesis, how over the years in Hollywood, movies have made meaning of whiteness and ethnicity and how studios have manipulated, absorbed or rejected ethnic female stars to further American social and political ends. She says the six stars she chose to discuss "have been substantially neglected….stars who are economically, industrially and culturally significant, but for whom there is a vacuum of critical commentary." Amen.

She talks about how ethnic women are often delegated to stereotypically virtuous or villainous roles. And how this fact throughout the years reflects existing American cultural values.

ColleenChapters two and three are on two silent screen stars, Colleen Moore and Pola Negri. With Colleen Moore we see how her Irishness was co-opted in roles of the child waif, with the fresh-faced-innocence of Irishness co-opted to undercut fears of Irish Immigration. Cementing her image as an innocent also served to undercut the image of the New Woman, the Flapper, who was liberating herself from Victorian repression. Publicity represented her as an innocent doll, a hard-working Irish girl, the ideal woman for the patriarchy of the time.

NegriPola Negri's chapter details how a star persona failed to sublimate herself to American values. Negri, with an Italian name, a Polish heritage and a German career, thwarted Hollywood's attempt to create a persona for her. She was left with the image of a vamp (short for vampire), a villainous image of ruthlessness and blood-lust, that served to enforce America's fears about people from Eastern Europe.

Chapters four and five deal with the Classic Hollywood Era with stars like Sonja Henie and Hedy Lamarr.

SsonjahenieSonja Henie's Norwegian heritage was given the Scandinavian treatment and her whiteness was hyper-personified. Her image was charming, virtuous, healthy, blonde, and white. Very white. Everything she owned or wore was white. During the depression this served as a distraction from the images starvation and poverty. Embracing a Scandinavian also reflected America's dispatch of Isolationism and the country's growing desire to spread American culture abroad and acquire foreign objects. The foreigner went from being dirty and scary to being someone worthy of Americanizing.

HedylamarrHedy Lamarr was able to acclimate to a fully American persona as well, although she imported a scandalous nude scene from a Czech film in her past. When the whiteness of types like Sonja Henie became "flat erotically," Lamarr served as the erotic beauty standard. Now you could be a desirable trophy wife to the patriarchy even if you weren't so white.

 

 

MarisaChapter six jumps to the modern ethic persona of Marisa Tomei. Here we explore how a current "exhaustion of ideas" prevailed American culture in the 1970s and 1990s and how ethnic rediscovery and performance became acceptable and exploitable and seen as more natural and authentic.

Cher is the seventh chapter. And because she has a sort of "free-floating ethnic identity," she troubles the facile assumption that whiteness and color are self-evident and mutually exclusive categories." Negra describes how Cher started as a patriarchal production (of Sonny Bono, Bob Mackie, David Geffen…and even with director's such as Robert Altman, Mike Nichols and Peter Bogdanovich) with her ethnic displays of Native American (and other ethnicities easily assumed in a variety TV show format), but how her coup from the patriarchy, her current persona (and self-awareness of it) "represents a transgressive figure involved in her own self-production."

Cher is a "complex persona that indicates a confusion of gender, class and age distinctions and problematizes the security of whiteness." Negra dissects the variety show vamp (which include the ethnic songs of "Gypsies Tramps and Thieves," "Dark Lady," and "Half Breed"), the movie Suspect, the "Perfection" performance in the Heart of Stone tour (where with a male impersonator she acknowledges herself as a fictionalized production), and the X-Files episode tribute to her.

"Cher makes spectacularly visible the paradox of social expectations for the female body." (speaking of Dolly Parton in Joyful Noise…see the next post) Negra says. Cher "strenuously resists the properties of white femininity"….and is "indigestible to mainstream conservative culture."

Just when all things seem swell, Negra finally has to call Cher out, criticizing "plastic surgery as empowerment," saying surgery and the enforcement of thinness are "antithetical to the interests of women" although these things "serve the economical interests of others"….that being the economic interests of The Man.

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