Reading the paper the other day, I was reminded of how fucked up the image of a woman is in our soci­ety. The story is about a new plas­tic sek5 ¹ doll. Its in the World sec­tion of the paper and amongst sto­ries about Israel, migrant riots in Italy and pris­oner abuse in Iran.

What is it, this new invention?

She is a com­pan­ion. She has a per­son­al­ity. She hears you. She lis­tens to you. She speaks. She feels your touch. She goes to sleep. We are try­ing to repli­cate the per­son­al­ity of a person

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What per­son­al­ity are we talk­ing about? Something inter­est­ing, I am sure. Some won­der­ful con­ver­sa­tions, late in the night. Right?

can­not walk and its reac­tions are built into „the three inputs”

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But here is the jest of it, here  is what dis­tin­guishes this lump of open inputs plas­tic from a real woman:

She can’t vac­uum, she can’t cook but she can do almost any­thing else, if you know what I mean

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So there you have it, my lovely sis­ters.  I hope your vac­u­um­ing and cook­ing is bloody good, because for the start­ing price of $US7,000 you can be replaced with­out any­one noticing.

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