Resistance, it seems to me, is refusing to share your innermost thoughts. An illusion of rebellion tempts us to spew our consciences all over the place. All the media platforms are full of it: This is me! Here I am! Look, here I am with make-up and a filter, and here I am in my pjs, wobbling my body fat around. Go me! This is what I really think, and I’m not afraid to let everyone know it, because I know that you have similar thoughts, and we shouldn’t be ashamed to air them, because we’re all beautiful humans, and we’re part of nature! This, in the face of Botox, and tinted UV protection, and the journey to fashionable eyebrows.
I work with cats, and have spent most of my working life doing so. When cats are in pain, or they feel vulnerable, they hide it. They hide it well. Let’s not forget that this is natural. It’s a survival strategy. If predators perceive weakness, they hone in on it. It makes for an easy meal.
By all means, let’s not get it twisted – we all have ‘flaws’, and there is capitalist pressure to attain an ideal. (Who’s ideal? Theirs. Who are They? We are.) But is this ‘warts-and-all’ stuff empowerment, or a disguised devolution?
(Dog-owners – owners! – pulling their intelligent pack animal along on its constitutional walk, whatever the weather, on its bit of string.)
Call me a conspiracy theorist, if you will, although I’m not. And I can’t comprehend the endgame, but there are predators. This is also natural, it would appear. And irrevocable.
Fuck public catharsis. I find joy in life, and I refuse to pay a wellness tax. I’m writing stories.
Welcome to the dressing room.
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Morwenna Blackwood, Author 