About Me:

Aloha! I'm Wendy Kennar. I'm the mother of a seven-year-old son and a wife living in Los Angeles. I was a public school teacher for twelve years until a chronic medical condition made it necessary to leave my teaching career.

I've always been described as "quiet" - really, I'm just biting my tongue. I've got lots to say, and lots of thoughts to share, I just prefer to write them. That's the purpose of this blog. Each Wednesday, I post a personal essay offering my observations and thoughts.

A few fun facts about me: I've wanted to be a writer since second grade, when my teacher, Mrs. Jones, made me a "book" with a yellow construction paper cover. I have never learned to whistle, have always preferred sunflowers to roses, and have spent my life living within the same zip code.

Through the years, my writing has been published in the Los Angeles Times, Christian Science Monitor, United Teacher, GreenPrints, L.A. Parent, DivineCaroline.com, RoleReboot.org, XOJane, and Brain, Child Magazine. Additionally, my personal essays have been included in several anthologies, including: The Barefoot Review, Beyond the Diaper Bag, Lessons From My Parents, Write for Light, Being a Grown-Up: A User's Manual for the Real World, Ka-Pow!, How Writing Can Get You Through Tough Times, Breath and Shadow, The Grey Wolfe Storybook, and Sisters Born, Sisters Found.
I am a regular contributor at MomsLA.com, and you can also find me at Goodreads.

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Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Walk This Way


   I purchase shoes from “The Walking Company,” a company that touts itself as being the “world’s largest selection of comfort footwear.”  I don’t know if that claim is true.  I haven’t visited enough of the world to compare The Walking Company’s footwear selection to other store selections.  I do know that through The Walking Company, I purchase comfortable, cute clogs.  I know that periodically The Walking Company will mail me catalogs.  And it is in these catalogs that I find a great discrepancy.
   Must be years of critical thinking classes paying off, but I can’t help but look through my catalog and notice something blatantly missing from the glossy photos on each page.  The photos don’t actually show the models wearing the shoes.  There are photos of a waitress, shown from the waist up, holding a tray which contains clogs.  There is a photo of a woman in a bright sundress, walking on a beach, but the photo doesn’t show her feet.  Another picture shows a chef squeezing a lemon onto a salad, but again, the shot is from the waist up.  And on the page advertising all-purpose sandals, there is a woman wearing a bikini top.    
   What messages are being conveyed?   Wearing the sandals will give me a bikini-ready body?  Wearing the clogs will leave me with a smile on my face, much like the waitress’s?  
   My college professors should smile proudly.  I was listening.  I paid attention.  I know that advertisers are manipulating me - all the time.  They are trying to sell me things you can’t buy - things like happiness and a slender body.
   I shop from The Walking Company despite their ads not because of them.

3 comments:

  1. I feel many advertisements are mis-leading,as they will show or talk about something that has nothing to do with the advertisement.I guess we all just have to make our own decision on some of the strange advertisements out there.I will add your clogs are really cute and the colors are amazing.I so love reading your work.I love you and I am very proud of you.
    love,mommy

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  2. Very astute observation. I am often sucked-in by all the hype. Your Mother, has taught me, to not be in a rush to purchase items. As always she is right. You Mother & I are proud of you.

    Love, Dad

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  3. Honey,

    This article reminds me of an english class at LACC where we studied all of the hidden messages in ads in magazines. I love your observations and I am glad you are enjoying your new patent leather clogs!

    Love,

    Paul

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