“No, I don’t want any clothes, I don’t want anything, I just want to get out of here,′ she whimpers, and he jerks her arm, saying, ‘Judy, do this for me.’ I watched that scene again and again, wanting to drain it of its power. It’s the spectacle of a woman being forced to participate in the perpetual, harrowing, non-consensual beauty pageant of femininity, of being made to confront her status as an object that might or might not be deemed acceptable, capable of arousing the eye.”
