







This rather amusing compilation of stock photography from The Hairpin demonstrates a silly convention in commercial advertising: “Women Laughing Alone With Salad”. (See also: Women Struggling to Drink Water, This Pile of Bills is Making Me Touch My Head and Men Laughing Alone With Fruit Salad.) Like a word repeated until it begins to sound bizarre and nonsensical, these familiar generic images begin to feel weird and unsettling when viewed in succession.
Seen altogether, this collection of generic pictures exposes how little we scrutinize the meaningless (and yet, so meaningful) imagery we are bombarded with in contemporary culture. What is really troubling about these women laughing alone with salad is how normal they seem. In real life, if I threw on my generic cotton tee, slathered on a face full of make up and started maniacally laughing over a bowl of undressed lettuce, I would seem insane. Yet, these images present a convincing idea of what the healthy, happy, “normal” woman should look like (and what they should eat). I know these collections of generic photographic tropes were compiled as a funny observation about the world of commercial imagery, but they really drive home a rather serious point. For me, they sum up one of the reasons why I think contemporary art is culturally important: it attempts interrogate and offer an alternative to this kind of empty imagery that saturates mainstream culture.
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“Women Laughing Alone With Salad” also reminds me of the very funny 9 Things I Learned About the World According to Stock Model Photography from the always irreverent Maddox (The Best Page in the Universe). My favourite observations from his list include “Hot curly haired black women go moist for wireless broadband routers and mainframes”, and “One-handed, one-knee laptop bullshit is the preferred way to get work done”.
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Images above via The Hairpin; images to the left via The Best Page in the Universe.




I eat a salad for lunch every day. And I laugh a lot while doing so. The croutons, the lettuce,, the dressing, and then there’s the whole tossing factor. Hilarious. Salad brings me joy and fulfillment in a way that a human relationship never could.
I stand corrected.
The stockbroker with his hand on his face is another oddly fungible image, albeit from news media more than advertising.
Hahaha that’s a great one. Good find, Paul.
You just made me laugh out loud. While eating salad.
“In real life, if I threw on my generic cotton tee, slathered on a face full of make up and started maniacally laughing over a bowl of undressed lettuce, I would seem insane.”
Oh priceless! I was reading this post in my office and my colleagues got startled by my laughter. Wonder if they think ‘I’ am insane.
I’m not a woman, I’m not eating salad, but I am laughing. I didn’t realize the cliche until I saw these photos.