Meret Oppenheim, 1936.
Dear Boys and Sisters,
Boys, you know I do think of you all- now and then, when I am tying my sensible shoes. I think of you, when you were sitting a little too near, and I was a little too shy, and I sometimes, very infrequently, hardly at all, really, wish I'd said to you it's now or never. Or, that I'd leaned closer, to say, I'll be your baby tonight. But, I drove an insured car, got good grades, and brushed my teeth, instead of calling your bluff.
There are a lot of us out here, women that take care to be sensible, and many of you boys will never meet us, will never know us, because we can see from very far off that what might have been would be too little.
To my sisters, to the women in sensible shoes, I say, we are legion, we are worthy, even of the attention of flakes, screw-ups, and bad boys. However, proving this is not necessary. You and I know it, and that will suffice. Correspondingly, should you say "it's now or never," do not wring your hands, do not beat your breasts. Just move on down the line.
If you are wondering why I have begun this little diatribe with Ms. Oppenheim's sculpture, it is because there is no finer symbol of feminism and femininity. This sculpture subverts the power of progeneration by rendering the dish useless to hold nourishment, and sexually totemizes the container by lining it with hide.
Yes, sisters, there are men you could make a mistake over, and it would be worth it.