To think "vaginal knitting" is just odd?

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This came up on my fb newsfeed so apologies for the daily mail link.

Now I don't agree with the "let's bully her on Facebook" comment in the article or threats of violence but if you are going to sit in a room for a month knitting the world's longest scarf out of wool which you store in your fanjo then you should appreciate that not everyone is going to say "oh yes, such a statement on feminism!" Or wow! So artistic!

Because this is, quite frankly, odd. And if she was a friend of mine I'd tell her that. And I'd never want a scarf she had knitted either.

On the plus side, if she ever has a baby, it will be born fully dressed.

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It's minging. Surely keeping wool up your fanjo all day for days on end is just sore?! It must be quite drying & irritating...

I honestly don't understand what she is trying to convey.

Also, if you use tampons you will understand what I mean. You know when you pull out an almost dry tampon? That. So, balls of wool up there and no lubrication = what? Pain? Determination? Please tell me what.

So does she just store the wool in her vagina and hold the knitting needles in her hands, or has she somehow trained her muscles to do the actual knitting? Because if it's the latter, I would be genuinely impressed.

Ouryve I could clothe a small town with the amount of hair that comes of my dog.

Coffee, I just snorted laughing at "dp with wool round his knob" and woke up the baby.

I once stumbled into an waste of money art exhibition where a naked woman was sliding a knob of butter across a metal table with her vagina to the sound of 'arty music' there were lots of weirdos cultured people standing around nodding their heads deep in awe. I had to leave. It was ridiculous.

Is it definitely wool? Maybe it's silk yarn. That would possibly be less fibrous, plus it'll stain lovely!

Having not succumbed to the Brazilian trend, I'm pretty sure I could knit a substantial and impressive scarf from the 70's bush I'm currently rocking.

Would that make me the new Andy Warhol/Tracey Emin/Sarah whatsername with the kebabs?

Umm.. Doesn't dried blood go brown? Or am I missing something? How is it still red?

Vaginas and vulvas aren't dirty or disgusting. Neither are penises, ears, noses, mouths, eyeballs, intestines, livers or spleens. A liver is a very useful organ. It actaully looks quite beautiful in context (ie inside a healthy human rather than, say, in the middle of my living room floor). I am very fond of my liver and appreciate it every time I have some wine or paracetamol and don't die, and also every time I don't bleed to death. However, if I shoved some wool on my liver and then knitted with it I would worry that it would be bad for my liver, that the wool would get all covered in blood and bile and be a bit stinky and unhygienic once it had been outside my body for a day or two, and I would not expect anyone to want to see my livery biley bloody knitting.

To think this is bad for her vagina, not overly hygienic once it is outside her body and not something I would want to look at anyway is as un femenist and vagina hating as my thoughts on liver-knitting are liver hating.

Its weird and stupid. How anyone would write a paragraph about it is bizarre, just like wool lady

If she starts knitting willy-warmers, I reckon she is sitting on a fortune

Emin might well be some well regarded artist. But I still maintain I could have transferred my teens room to an art gallery and achieved the same result.

That's the whole point though? Art is supposed to speak to you about life and that doesn't have to be about flowers and trees or pretty pictures. Emin's piece was a snapshot of how it felt to be a single woman in her mid thirties in late 90s London. It really resonated with me (even though I was a lot younger). To me it dealt with themes around how as women we were being told we were sexually free and could have multiple partners and go out drinking and partying and generally behave like men. But when we did it not only were we judged but we found out often the whole thing was sordid, seedy, chaotic and unsatisfactory.

It was a good piece of art. If someone looks back at that in 100 years it's going to tell them a hell of a lot more about what life was like for a certain type of person at that time than one of Anish Kapoor's bits of rubber and metal will. I love her stuff from that period.

I really can't imagine a scarf knitted from someone's fanjo is going to have much resonance for other people in the same way.

If your teenager had curated their room as an installation to show how they felt struggling through their teen years and as a snapshot of their life at the time it may well have had the same impact! If someone else hadn't done it first.

Have you ever tried knitting with slightly sweaty hands? Squeak squeak squeak!

It sets my teeth on edge just thinking of pulling wool out of your fanjo.

Sometimes art is about beauty and sometimes it is bout conveying a message. I like her scarf.
There are 90 artist's shit cans and is you multiply the worth of the last one that was sold, this work is worth 16 and a half million pounds.
It's shoking at first, but when I read about it and what it was about it, I kind of wished I had one too.
Sure many modern art you could reproduce at home, but it's like having a fake Channel dress, it's not the same.
It may touch you or not, abuse is always way out of order.
Just because I don't understand an artists work does not mean it is not art

That woman is an idiot. An attention seeking idiot, for that matter. Why are these so-called performance artists so obsessed with their vaginas? Why not ears or eyes or their shoulder blades? Weird.