*firstly, may change this title as it possibly sounds like I’m saying the opposite of what I’m saying*
That western culture¹ has issues with womens’ bodies² is not a new observation. But it feels like the issues are getting stranger. Recently there have been, both on TV (where the time of showing is important) and online (where it isn’t), cancer awareness campaigns where women who have had mastectomies are shown topless (in the daytime). This is progress – but it also seems to simultaneously say two different things with very different implications.
On the one hand it’s – I would say obviously – very positive; it is of course normal to have a life-changing (or life saving) operation and the scars that come with it, and helpful to minimise the fear surrounding what is a daunting and scary prospect for millions of people. Normalising in the media things that are within the normal experience of people, especially when they have tended to be burdened with taboos, is generally the right thing to do. These scars, after all are nothing to be ashamed of or that should be glossed over or hidden from view. I hope not many people would argue with that. But at the same time isn’t it also saying, ‘yes it’s completely normal and fine for a woman to be seen topless on daytime TV, or on popular social media sites, as long as she’s had her breasts³ cut off?’ That seems less positive.
¹ I’m sure western culture isn’t alone in this, but ‘write about what you know’ (not always good advice, but still). I’m also aware that this whole article could be seen as a plea for more nudity. I’m not sure that’s what I mean
² might as well say it, this article deals mainly with old fashioned binary distinctions, but misogyny applies equally to trans women and I think what I say about men applies equally to trans men.
³ or her nipples, on social media
Looked at this way, this positive and enlightened development seems to be (inadvertently?) reaffirming ancient and (surely!) redundant arguments but in a completely confused way; non-sexual nudity, whatever that means, has always been okay with the establishment(s) in some circumstances. Now, one could argue from context (cancer awareness campaign) that the nudity is desexualised, and I think that’s why it is allowed to be aired at any time of day. (In fact, the Ofcom (UK TV regulating authority)’s rules on nudity – which are aimed at ‘protecting the under 18s’ from nudity, as strange a concept as it’s always been*, are pretty simple:
1.21: Nudity before the watershed, or when content is likely to be accessed by children (in the case of BBC ODPS), must be justified by the context.
*Interestingly, Ofcom’s rules about nudity are listed between their rules about Sexual behaviour and their rules about Exorcism, the occult and the paranormal
So presumably, Ofcom (rightly) considers this context to be justified, because the naked body is not being presented in a sexual context. But, at the same time, one thing the cancer awareness film demonstrates – which I presume it’s at least in part supposed to demonstrate – is that there’s nothing undesirable about the female body post-mastectomy. (but I admit it’s entirely possible that this is just me, projecting the notorious male gaze onto the subject, as if that’s the determining factor in what attractiveness is or isn’t*) . But then, the people that devised and created the film are presumably not the same people that determine what can be shown on TV or online and when. But even accepting that it’s permitted on TV in the daytime because it’s de-sexualised, why is that better? Two opposing arguments, a puritanical/right wing one and a feminist one might both be sceptical (*rightly? see above) of me, as a heterosexual male writing about this. But if the price of women being regarded equally, or taken seriously, or not being somehow reduced by the male gaze (but also the child’s gaze, since on TV at least, nudity tends to be fine after children’s standard bedtimes and on the internet is theoretically policed by child locks) is to de-sexualise women, then that is no less problematic – and in a way really not that different – from seeing the Virgin Mary as the ultimate exemplar of female-kind. And if sex or desire is itself the problem then it’s also, typically, reducing the visibility of women for what is in essence a problem of male behaviour.
It’s worth looking at the fact that nudity is even an issue – in many world cultures it isn’t and never has been (unless Westerners have interfered with and poisoned their culture at least). It possibly has a little to do with climate but definitely has a lot to do with religion. But the fact is that even here, even before the era of the Impressionists and their selectively nude women or the (as it now looks, very selectively) permissive society of the 1960s, female nudity has been acceptable to depict for hundreds of years; as long as the nude female is mutilated (say, a virtuous martyr like the Roman suicide Lucretia), the victim of alien (non-Christian) assailants (various saints*) or, turning the tables, if she is a heathen herself (various classical figures, plus Biblical villains like Salome; a favourite with the same kind of sex & violence frisson as Lucretia)
*I didn’t realise when I posted this article that today (5th February) is the Feast day of St Agatha, the patron saint of – among other things – breast cancer. I’m not a believer in supreme beings, but that’s nice.
Even in Reformation Germany – surely one of the least frisky periods in western civilisation – in the private chambers of the privileged male viewer, nudity – especially female nudity – was there in abundance, providing it came with various kinds of extenuating nonsense; dressed up (or rather, not dressed up) in the trappings of classical antiquity; maybe a woman can’t be flawless like Christ, but she can be nude and beautiful too, as long as she is being murdered, or stabbing herself to preserve her virtue.
Men, of course could, in art, and can on TV or anywhere else, be more or less naked any time because – I assume – of Jesus. The dissonance between the ways female and male nudity are treated in our culture has its roots in Christianity and its iconography and although in the UK we’re the children of the Reformation, what’s striking is how little difference there really was between the way nudity was treated in the Catholic renaissance and the Protestant one.
In both cases, looking at the art that was not solely designed for the (adult) ‘male gaze’ – ie public, and therefore almost entirely religious art, Popes and puritans both found themselves in an odd position; Jesus must be perfect and preferably therefore beautiful, whatever that meant at the time – more than that, it would be blasphemous not to portray Christ as beautiful.4 But he must also be human, and – ironically perhaps, it seemed the obvious way to depict human beauty and perfection was without clothes. The human aspect is after all how the people of the renaissance could (and I presume people still can) identify with Christ, in a way that they never do with God in other contexts. But how was one supposed to regard the nearly nude, beautiful body of Christ? With reverence, of course. But revering and worshipping the naked beautiful body of a perfect human being is not something a misanthropic (or if that’s too strong, homo-sceptic5) religion can do lightly. Helpfully, the crucifixion and its aftermath is the part of Christianity that puts the (nearly) naked figure at the heart of its human sacrifice ritual; so we/they/people can view Jesus with pity and empathy to temper (one would hope; but who knows?) the quality of desire that the naked beautiful body of a perfect human being might be expected to engender, you know, because of Adam and Eve; a more awkward subject for the artists of the renaissance.
4 There are special cases though, see below re Grunewald
5 Doesn’t Alan Partridge call himself homosceptic at some point? But what I mean is – and I’m sure many Christians would take serious issue with this – that Christianity/the Christian God is in theory all-accepting of humans and their frailties, but somehow humans as they are are never quite good enough to escape negative judgement, not just for things like murder or adultery that are within their power to not do, but things that are in their nature. And then making a human being who must be killed for the things that other human beings have done or will by their nature to do seems on the one hand not that different from an imaginary pagan blood sacrifice cult in a horror movie and on the other, kind of misanthropic
Here are the first humans, made like Christ, in God’s image and therefore outwardly perfect; and, to begin with, happily nude. But in almost immediately sullying the human body, Adam and Eve are fallible where Christ is not. But how to depict the people that brought us the concept of desire except as desirable? Because they are not only not our saviours, but the opposite, their nudity can afford to be alluring, as long as the lurking threat of that attraction is acknowledged.
Alongside the problems of the iconography in art came the practical problems of making it; and I think that one of the reasons that, of the main ‘Turtles’ of the Italian Renaissance,6 Raphael was elevated to the status he enjoyed for centuries, is that his nude women suggested that he might actually have seen nude women. For all their athletic/aesthetic beauty, figures like Michelangelo’s Night (see below) and his Sistine Chapel Sibyls are the product of someone who found that the church’s strictures on female nudity (no nude models) happened to strike a chord with his own ideas of aesthetic perfection. Likewise, Leonardo’s odd hybrid woman, the so-called Monna Vanna (possibly posed for by one of his male assistants) seems to demonstrate an uncharacteristic lack of curiosity on the artist’s part.
One way around the problem of naked human beauty was – as it seems still to be – to mutilate the body. Paintings like Mattias Grünewald’s agonised, diseased-looking Jesus (perhaps the most moving depiction of Christ, designed to give comfort and empathy to sufferers of skin diseases) and, on (mostly) a slightly shallower level, the myriad Italian paintings of the martyrdom of St Sebastian do much the same as those Lucretias and St Agathas; they show the ideal of the body as god intended it, while punishing its perfection so we can look at it without guilt. This feels, for all its beauty, like the art of sickness. What kind of response these St Sebastians are supposed to evoke can only be guessed at. Empathy with and reverence for the martyred saint, obviously; but while Grunewald’s Christ reflects and gives back this sense of shared humanity with the weight of his tortured body and his human suffering, St Sebastian gives us, what? Hope? Various kinds of spiritual (it’s in the eyes) and earthly (relaxed pose and suggestive loincloth) desire?
So there you have it; spiritually, Christ redeemed all of humankind, but aesthetically women remain (as Narnians would say) daughters of Eve. So, nowadays we don’t even need St Sebastian’s spiritual gaze, or a hint of damnation, to justify male nudity. In what remains an essentially patriarchal society advertising a razor, or underwear, or perfume, or chocolate, or taking part in a swimming event, or even just being a warm day is enough. But finally, women can be more or less naked too, at any time of day they like (on TV or online at least), as long as they are mutilated.