(don’t?) Stop Looking At Me!: The Institutional Gaze and Commodified Bodies in The Substance and The Man Who Sold His Skin
Imagine this: you are walking down the street at 9 a.m., barely awake, caffeinated beverage in hand, merely trying to make it through another day when you make eye contact with a stranger. They’re cute. They raise their eyebrows slightly. Are they surprised? Okay be nice. You smile. They don’t smile back. Did you smile too wide? Are they disgusted by you? Wait! Someone else is looking at you weird. You think? Is there something on your face? Oh god. There are more people coming. They...
