Inspiration
We’re ALL Being Objectified
Reducing the value of life to its parts isn’t always bad
As a woman, I’m no stranger to the idea that my body is an object. Since nine years old, sex appeal has been impressed upon me as my most important quality — which has been doing me no good in these later years. But if porn sites are any indicator of sexiness, it’s certainly found in all shapes and sizes…and ages.
Objectification for sex isn’t limited to women, either. It’s a firm component of sexuality labels, hacking us further apart based on who is attracted to whom. It’s seeded in the “what’s in your pants” debate, demonizing either changing one’s gender or the acceptance of physical birthright. This part versus that part, all parts, or no part, has stained us all an “appropriate” color so we can tell which side of the line we’re all on. While these issues aren’t solely (or even mainly) about sex, their rampant “part-ification” is easy to see.
But sex isn’t the only way people are objectified, nor is it the most common. Another objectification permeates our entire species, one that we’re so used to we barely even consider it. And it’s the oldest one, too.
Everyone is an object in the machine of the working world, aren’t they?
