MY FATHER’S BODY

In commemoration of Father’s Day, this is a piece I wrote shortly after my father died in 1994. It became the prologue and in many ways the touchstone for my book, The Male Body (1999), from which it is excerpted.

My father was prone to dandruff, and to vagrant patches of dry, flaky skin — at the thick edge of his eyebrows, around the side of his nose, behind and inside his ears. I don’t know when I first noticed that my skin was beginning to pattern in exactly the same way, but it certainly wasn’t until I was into my forties. When I did notice, it came as a shock of startlingly precise, irrefutable…

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Cultural historian, media critic, feminist scholar. Website: bordocrossings.com

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Susan Bordo

Susan Bordo

Cultural historian, media critic, feminist scholar. Website: bordocrossings.com

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