Silence

My first trip to Maine was in 1963 when I came on vacation with my brother and his family. I remember driving by Waterville and seeing a large sign advertising a restaurant called The Silent Woman. The sign and the restaurant are long gone. I cannot find images of the sign on Google but I did find this picture of plates used there -- the woman on the plate is the woman who was the sign. Now in 1963, I had no notions at all about feminism but I viscerally understood what a horrible image that was -- a headless woman performing her service function with the implication that this is perhaps the highest and best form of woman. We like to imagine that "we've come a long way, baby" but have we really? This week in my ongoing work on the fat cultural complex, i ran across and read Women's Bodies in Psychoanalysis . Though most definitely not Jungian in orientation, the author, Rosemary Balsam, raises a lot of interesting points to ponder about women, silence and our bodies.  Embodied female experience through the lens of imaginationThe silence in psychoanalysis about the female body — whether it is the patient's or the analyst's, and whether it manifests itself in a theory, in treatment, in a fin de siècle hysteria, or in a contemporary clinical presentation — suggests that this is yet another venue in which the internal and external aspects of bodily experience have not yet been integrat...
Source: Jung At Heart - Category: Psychiatrists and Psychologists Source Type: blogs