At least once, we have all looked at a picture and thought about how we would die if it ever got out there. Though hyperbole for some, it has been reality for others. I keep hearing stories of people who have killed themselves in response to the substitution of a whole versus a part. So, as Helen Grosz would like us to ask, how can we distinguish our image from our essence? Can we start thinking of function over form?
Or, better yet…should it be distinguished at all?
This post is not an analysis; it is a narrative on why I chose to refuse the sameness of image and essence.
These ALA throwbacks have actually taught me a lot. The most important lesson is that not everybody looks at these pictures the same way. I mean how can we? While some people laughed their heads off at those pictures, others felt a little uneasy at the regurgitation of their past. For some it was about the instant reaction from the quick images and for others, it was an insightful reflection into the past periods they had been through. For the quick ones, the comments were hilarious but for those deep in retrospect they must have had a painful feel to it because it reminded us-easily-of feelings that people had towards our being when the only access they had to us was what they saw. Like a Facebook picture, some people could only remember us by recalling how they laughed at us from a distance or watching us strike that pose…
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