“...everything pushes women to ardently desire to please men. Collectively, they are still in simulated vassalage. From this, it follows that the woman knows herself and chooses herself, not as she exists by herself, but as the man defines her. Consequently, we have to describe it in principle as men dream of it, since its BEING-FOR-MEN is one of the essential factors of its concrete condition." Simone De Beauvoir
Female subjectivity has been built based on the dichotomy of the masculine, with an unequal distribution of opportunities. The unequal reality still means colliding with one another, simply because some are more faithful to the balance of idealizations that doesn’t correspond to reality, being the main promoters of subjugation to an unreal veneration of beauty.
Stop objectifying women is the culmination of an imminent cultural redevelopment, a fight against false female empowerment where your greatest virtue is measured in being a matter of desire, that false freedom that they still sell to us and we buy without even questioning it. A change is needed from within to stop objectifying oneself, becoming always relative, a sexual being, the one who has the organs to be fertilized, a being whose only function is to be used for reproduction, household, and consumerism.
When I was trying to develop this theme, I found myself a bit confronted with the idea to develop on this small sampling of objects around women, I’ve always asked myself questions about everything that surrounds us as women, the why, the reason behind it, and the function.
As simple as it may seem, familiar, common, custom, or just for simply following the herd, there are several objects around us, and knowing the damage or how irritating this entails, even putting health aside, we justify the use of; and as without realizing it, by adding one object after another, we are becoming an object for the market out there, since the social contract allows some of its members to be seen as objects, they limit their own development possibilities, paving the way thus the road to oppression and consensual abuse.
A paradise of fine plastic for female hypersexualization, simple dolls, a sexual revolution that alludes to provoking male erections, something that begins from an early age and starting from here develops a whole extensive mockery around us, reaching my maximum splendor of beauty to be the product of male consumers. An intimate object, an expression of "who you are", an object to stimulate desire and trigger actions or behaviors oriented around that object, an object that reminds you and others that you are available. It’s here, where we even become useless in our sexy clothes in ridiculous situations to fit the definitions based on the other, salable, desirable, revered, but never true to myself. Because I’m not allowed to define myself, because it’s necessary for me to fit into a subjective assessment of canonical beauty that degrades me, without a voice, just a piece of meat to be devoured.