Who of us is "at home" in our bodies? After all, we live in a stillEnlightened culture that, despite its current post-Enlightenment fascination with and fetishization of the body, regards the body as an alienated object, quite separate from-if housing-the subjective consciousness that would discipline it into shape or shape it into a discipline. Indeed, how many of us after a hard day at the academy lecturing about the deplorable colonization and acculturation of "the" body in our contemporary culture go off (often for all the wrong reasons) to treadmills and Stairmasters and Cybex machines to make that body hard? Indeed, how many of us walk
around in the world feeling in the eyes of others and in our own eyes, trapped not only by but also inour pigmented, gendered, aging skin, the obesity or infirmity or flaccidness of our flesh?