Sign up for our free newsletter
I take exception to Mark Jenkins’ review of Judy Chicago’s feminist classic, The Dinner Party, at the National Museum of Women in the Arts (“It’s Her Party,” 12/13).
It was interesting to read “his” idea of what Judy Chicago’s work means to the rest of us. If he were a woman, then he would understand that women are indeed organized around a central core and that Chicago’s art elicits a female understanding of the images that awaken that core. Only a man reviewing her work would comment that the portraying of the vagina’s significance seems more appropriate to pornography than feminism.
I would say that when Mark Jenkins grows a uterus and vagina then he will be qualified to write a review of Judy Chicago. Then and only then will he understand that her images invoke responses from women that have endured over the millennia.