Boys, young men, men of all ages are being captivated by the new visual grammar which pushes men to pout and posture.
The insistence that the commercialisation of the body is a fit subject for political discussion and intervention is well overdue.
Not that it was Twiggy's fault, but the ubiquity of her image created a sense in young women that to be stylish meant to be skinny, flat-chested with an ingenue face and straight hair.
I'd like to see much more understanding of emotional issues around hurt, abandonment, disappointment, longing, failure and shame, where they stem from and how they drive people and policies brought into public discourse.
Today, 'fat' has become not a description of size but a moral category tainted with criticism and contempt.
Fat people are so rarely included in visual culture that fat is perceived as a blot on the landscape of sleek and slim.
Mothers unconsciously allow more latitude to sons, and open encouragement, and with daughters they treat them as they would treat themselves.
No one likes to feel helpless. We find it psychologically unbearable and inside ourselves we may try to make ourselves part author of our misfortune rather than simply the recipient of it.
Celebrity culture is something that pains me.
Fat is a way of saying no to powerlessness and self-denial.
No one leaves a long-term relationship scot-free or without conflict.
Beauty has been democratised. No longer the preserve of movie stars and models but available to all. But while the invitation to beauty is welcomed, it has become not so much an option as an imperative.
There is no such thing as a neutral therapist.
We accept there's an emotional aspect to life. But we're not very developed in our ways of understanding it.
When I was growing up, one or two girls were beautiful, but it was not an aspiration, right?
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