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Tanka #6: Train girl

Perhaps you can tell by the post title, but this tanka was inspired by watching the film, Girl on a Train, which was surprisingly good, so I'm sorry I didn't read the book. Laurie Penny has spoken about seeing an advert which had a beautiful woman with a tear running down her face, that's what I think of when I see that iconic image for Girl on a Train. Laurie points out that you would never have a picture of a man crying which was supposed to be beautiful, and it's a sign of how messed up our patriarchal structures are that a crying woman can be seen not as a person in distress, but as a pretty thing to be appreciated. Because of that image of the beautiful haunted woman, I had avoided Girl on a Train, but obviously it's way more complicated than that (although seriously, would it kill them to occasionally use an actor who has at least seen a pie?).

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