Forgive the late delivery this month but I has some technical issues. One of them was being worried about viewing the entries at my office. I’m sure the IT department would be pretty puzzled if they found out it was a woman that was generating all those hits to sites using the term nude or naked repeatedly. I’m sure they think I’m odd enough around there, I don’t need anything new to add to my list of eccentricities.
When I was about fifteen years old, I went into the bathroom one night and realized I could see my neighbors through their kitchen window, nude, making love atop the sink. Perhaps they were inspired by the film “Fatal Attraction.” I stood there quietly, the cold white hexagonal tile beneath my bare feet, watching these events unfold to their unintentional audience of one. That image of unexpectedly seeing nudity beyond a window has always stuck with me. I’m sure to have the curtains drawn at home to ensure I don’t ever have a similar visual gaffe.
I love that this week, Sam turned the concept of the Peeping Tom on it’s head. She chose to show us exactly what she wanted to through a window of her own design. She says, “I look at this image and see a strong, hearty, confident person.” So do I.
