New and old, it seems that its as easy as just picking a body part and plastering it across the board. Even lead women are cast to the position of bait: the tease, the object of desire, the meat platter. Male gaze at its most potent, it disembodies women from humans into bodies at best, disfigured body parts at best. When you notice the number of headless women around, its hard to ignore: legs, boobs, bums, lips, all walking around posing on their own. Their personal agency, thoughts, feelings, words, eyes even, are removed and silenced. The ubiquity of butchered women – crossing all genres, forms, people – is so disturbingly normalised and trivial that it teaches society that “all women, especially ones that match the ideal, are the same and interchangeable”.