What if they threw a feminist art exhibit and nobody came?

From the files of “Why, no one’s ever done that a million times before!”…

In shocking art-world news, a feminist artist (you know what’s-a-coming now, doncha?) has made a large, golden statue of her – can you guess?  No?  Well, let’s just say it isn’t a golden statue of her calf.

Naturally, universities are falling all over themselves to get a piece o’ dat.

Sophia Wallace’s CLITERACY explores the cultural paradox of an obsession with sexualized female bodies and little understanding of female sexuality. CLITERACY asserts the right of a woman to set individualized expectation for the treatment of her body instead of simply responding to the actions of another with a “yes” or a “no”, a concept of consent that falsely homogenizes experience and implies passivity. By occupying public space with information about women’s bodies, CLITERACY destigmatizes the information itself, facilitating open dialogue. Wallace’s work reveals the “phallic as neutral” bias in science, law, philosophy, politics, mainstream and even feminist discussion, and the art world. Her art will be displayed in DuPont Library as a means of mirroring the cultural silence surrounding issues of female sexuality in today’s world as well as throughout history. The questions we hope this exhibit provokes among students, community members, and faculty are: why is this shocking to me? Why is it odd or difficult for me to see a representation of a clitoris, when phallic imagery abounds? We hope that by bringing Wallace and her artistic vision to Sewanee, we can encourage more in depth, healthy conversations about female sexuality, sexual violence on campus, as well as a myriad of other topics to stimulate growth.

If this is the new “healthy” when it comes to conversations, just leave me sick, okay?

But I mean, really, the “cultural silence surrounding issues of female sexuality”? What planet does this woman live on? She’s not even unique this month for making female genital art; universities are pretty much nonstop talk-a-thons about female sexuality.

(h/t Moonbattery)

The decline of women artists under feminism.

You know what I miss about life when I didn’t work full-time? Time to think, that’s what. I am too rushed to think properly most nights.

So in lieu of a thoughtful essay, I will leave you with a What the – ? post, courtesy of (who else?) feminists…feminist artists, that is. 

And you already know when you see the words “feminist” and “artist” in the same phrase what that’s going to mean, don’t you.

First there was the vagina knitter, then the menstrual blood painter, and now…

Now, we might laugh this off, saying to ourselves, “No one in their right mind would take such a woman seriously as an artist!”

Au contraire.

National Public Radio took it very seriously, framing Miss Igarashi as a freedom fighter against patriarchal censorship.


An arrest on similar charges in July resulted in Igarashi being released. At the time, she said, “I don’t believe my vagina is anything obscene,” according to the Japan Times. “I was determined I would never yield to police power.”


Igarashi drew headlines last year when she rowed her kayak across a Tokyo river, a trip that was meant “to confront the county’s taboos regarding the female form,” as The Washington Post reported.


Other than the now-famous kayak, Igarashi makes cartoon-like figurines. As she says in her Twitter bio, her vagina is the “primary motif” of her work. She also tried highlights what her supporters call flaws in Japanese laws.


After her July arrest, Igarashi was released from jail after an online petition drew more than 21,000 signatures.

Apparently patriarchal censorship and artistic good taste must go hand and hand.