Thinness is the patriarchy’s favourite weapon. You don’t need to revoke women’s rights if you can sap their energy. You don’t need to censor women’s thoughts if you can keep them occupied with their image. A woman thinking about weight gain is not thinking about capital gains. A woman at war with her thighs and abs is not fighting to break glass ceilings
Think of ‘Game of Thrones’. The mechanical map unfurling, Ramin Djawadi’s score climbing note by note, dread and awe rising in equal measure. It was a prelude, a promise, a mood.
