Don’t Call Me Inspirational is a challenging and enlightening read.
By Anna Hamilton One common complaint leveled at modern intersectional feminism—particularly academic feminism and Women’s Studies—is that feminism that doesn’t exclusively focus on issues of concern to white, middle class, straight and able-bodied women is “too divisive” and “distracts” from the issues on which “all feminists” can apparently agree. The latest iteration of this argument …
Carney powerfully argues that the “red market” traffics in the commodification of bodies, their parts, and their fluids in a world that has increasingly relied on black market commodities to create and maintain flows of capital to the already-wealthy at the direct expense of some of the poorest and most disadvantaged people across the globe.
The professionalization of feminism in the academy has often meant further exclusion and disenfranchisement for many marginalized women, as their experiences are often treated as abstract material for term papers, theses and graduate courses instead of the stuff of their everyday lives.
This is by no means a perfect addition to the canon of books about Frida Kahlo and her art, but an important and worthwhile one nonetheless.