Back when I wrote postmodern theoretical wank for a living, I could debate concepts like the natural feminine for hours. Now I can’t be bothered. I’d prefer to discuss real people and real lives. However, I sometimes see something that is so odd or contrary to what I consider to be ‘real’ that I do stop and think. This shop dummy in a Johnston St shop window has absurdly artificial breasts. Why does a dummy need implants? What does this say about simulation, replication, representation and commodification of the feminine image and the female body?