Surprise surprise Vice Magazine is featuring a photo spread in their latest issue entitled "Last Words". It's basically photo reenactments of the suicides of female writers.
The featured authors are: Virginia Woolf, the historian Iris Chang, Dorothy Parker (who actually didn't die by suicide, but attempted to end her life several times), Charlotte Perkins Gilman, Sylvia Plath, novelist Sanmao, and Beat poet Elise Cowen. All in various states of self-harm.
Here's my beef Vice and most mainstream media portrayals of women. You're all fucking obsessed with dead women. Flip on the television or watch a Hollywood movie and it's like a female corpse fuck fest. Women are always the murder victims...the kidnapped wives...the sexually mutilated teens...or the ultimate: the woman in jeopardy waiting to be saved by our male protagonist.
This is not the world I see around me. I see women forging to the top of global industry, sitting on the Supreme Court, creating billion dollar empires. I see single mothers raising 53% of the next generation by their mother fucking selves - bringing home the bacon and frying it up in a pan.
I see strength. I see courage. I see intelligence. I see beauty.
Why not feature these images? Oh, right, because dead women sell more issues.