Because apparently the point of feminism is now to cause
people to be uncomfortable and disgusted, we now have vagina knitting. Whilst I’d
love it if you read the words I’ve written, I can’t advise looking any further because
it’s gross.
Casey Jenkins is a 28 year old woman from Melbourne,
Australia. She’s an artist and a feminist. That combination has worked out for
the world in the past, but when it comes to Casey, maybe not. In what may well
be the most simultaneously ridiculous and unpleasant idea ever had, she’s set
up her, already infamous, feminist art performance.
Taking 28-days (for reasons soon to be apparent, prepare
your “eww”s), the art is titled “Casting of my Womb”. What does that entail
exactly? Well she’s going to knit.
The twist?
The spool of wool from which she’ll
be knitting will be (look away now) inserted in her vagina, and will unspool
from there as she knits. Let’s take a moment to think about why this is
particularly disgusting. 28 days. First off, that’s an awfully long time to be
sitting around with wool up your lady parts. Secondly, 28 days. You’ve all done
sex-ed at school, you know vaguely what happens to a woman’s lady parts over
the course of 28 days. You know that that wool is going to change colour at a
point in the installation. If you’re still with me, congrats, it doesn’t get
any worse from here-on out.
The point of the project according to Casey is to “create an
intimate experience with her body”. That’s great, but I’m pretty certain there
are usually laws about keeping your intimate moments in private, rather than
showing them off for all to see.
Apparently she’s trying to “challenge fears of
female genitalia”. Who the hell is scared of that? Aside from anyone who’s seen
the movie Teeth I guess, but I don’t think a gross scarf is going to help those
fools. I just can’t really see how this is doing anything to support feminism.
It’s a woman flashing her crotch about and knitting a scarf that’ll be covered
in bodily secretions. If a bloke did it, he’d be arrested. Think about it. The
unexpected gender discrimination, not the vag-scarf, that’s just gross.
Words by Ari Carrington