Reaction Paper #1
I didn’t expect to be emotionally moved after the first day of class. I thought that the
semester as a whole would have an impact on me—it’s why I took the class to begin with.
But something happened the Wednesday after class, January 14, 2004. I don’t really
know what it was, but I’m going to call it a Liberation.
I was at my apartment, lying on my bed, reading bell hooks. Much of it was having an
impact on me; I was struggling to keep my emotions in check. Over the past couple of
days, I had been dealing with questions about my rights as a person: not as a woman, but
as a person. Do I have the right to feel like I am a person? Do I have the right to tell
people what’s on my mind, even if they get offended? Finally, what is the role of
sensations—sight, smell, touch, taste, sound—in my rights as a person?
Then, I came to the passage:
Today’s fashion magazines may carry an article about the dangers of
anorexia while bombarding its readers with images of emaciated young