I am currently reading “Rage Becomes Her” by Soraya Chemaly, and this particular quotes comes from a chapter exploring the ways in which women are objectified in our culture. 

“It’s virtually impossible to go through a day without images of girls’ and women’s shellacked, shaved, tied-up, emaciated, and often, if you pause to seriously look, mutilated bodies invading your imagination. Our bodies are used to market everything from toys and clothing, to food and games. Women pose as tables for people to eat off of, chairs for people to sit on, and bicycles for people to ride. And that’s all before the mindlessly sexist and racist fetishising of mainstream pornography, which in its most popular forms frequently eroticises violence.” 

The question is, if women are so often portrayed as mere objects, how much room is left to portray our humanity? If minimal social space is given to exploring the notion that women may be intelligent, thinking, and feeling beings, how are we supposed to overcome a culture of objectification?

We are paraded as objects. We have inherited the belief we are objects. We are acting accordingly. It is a seemingly inescapable cage, and it is often to appease yourself within it rather than fight to get out.