the sad skin lady

While centuries have gone by with men looking at women and producing "art" or "pornography"...in the case, of classical nudes, it was both at the same time! In a post-feminist daze, I believed that it was finally over. Men could look at women, women could look at men, we could look at ourselves and in the this culture of visual equality, there was no longer any scopophilic domination. And then I found myself watching skin commercials on TV...all those anxious women tugging at their eye lines, their laugh lines. Did we take the gaze back just to turn it on ourselves? If we look in the mirror, do we replicate the sad skin woman?