Showing posts with label feminism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feminism. Show all posts

Monday, September 6, 2010

I don't want who I am to limit my future

Excuse my soapbox moments...

I'm reading The Woman's Room right now and have been for the past three weeks I think. Oops, one book I didn't get through in a day or two. I've had a couple of books in between. But this book is dense reading. Although fiction it definitely keeps me thinking hard about the arguments being made. Take the following excerpt for instance, I have highlighted the parts that I feel the most, but don't just read those, the whole excerpt is very pointed and fascinating.

"One advantage to being a despised species is that you have freedom, freedom to be any crazy thing you want. If you listen to a group of housewives talk, you'll hear a lot of nonsense, some of it really crazy. This comes, I think, from being alone so much, and pursuing your own train of thought without impediment, which some call discipline. The result is craziness, but also brilliance. Ordinary women come out with the damnedest truths. You ignore them at your own risk. And they're permitted to go on making wild statements without being put in one kind of jail or another (some of them, anyway) because everyone knows they're crazy and powerless too. If a woman is religious or earthy, passive or wildly assertive, loving or hating, she doesn't get much more flak than if she isn't, her choices lie between being castigated as a ball and chain or as a whore. What I don't understand is where women suddenly get power. Because they do. The kids, who almost always turn out to be a pile of shit, are, we all know, Mommy's fault. Well, how did she manage that, this powerless creature? Where was all her power during the years she was doing five loads of laundry a week and worrying about mixing the whites with the colors? How was she able to offset Daddy's positive influences? How come she never knows she has this power until afterward, when it gets called responsibility?
What I'm trying to understand is winning and losing. Now the rule of the game is that men win as long as they keep their noses comparatively clean, and women lose, always, even extraordinary women."

I don't want to say that I completely and totally agree with everything said here but the point is strong and a thought I struggle with day in and out whether I really give it a clear thought or not. I don't believe that things are as bad now for women as they where in the time that the story was written in. I don't believe that men win as much as women but I do know there are some severe glass ceilings still in place that hopefully some women will bring a hammer to soon. I know that there is still the "whore or virgin" stereotype put to women as well.
My mom and I are in an interesting place in our relationship right now. I am fully behind the women's liberation movement and have been since I was young. I'm also behind men being gentlemen and opening a door for me because I'm a lady. I'm ALSO behind people being decent to one another, a man holding a door for another man instead of letting it shut in his face, a woman giving another woman a compliment even if the first feels insecure by the perceived greatness of the other.
My mom is not as has not been behind women's liberation movement. She blames current indecency in some men (her ex husband and her friends' ex husbands) on women's lib. Now, she says, men can have their cake and eat it to. I don't completely disagree with her but I think she forgets key parts of her life that would be even more difficult if the women's lib hadn't happened at all.

I think about this many times a month, possibly even many times a week depending on what I am doing. I support things that many feminists' would retch at but I still consider myself a feminist. I don't have a black and white explanation for humanity and gender issues and feminism or anything else but I feel like a lot of people do and they miss some HUGE things and cut out some really important and great people when they do.

Morality means such different things to different people. I struggle to find common ground sometimes.

Book 2 of 8 for 25 before 25 #8

Saturday, August 21, 2010

I read a book



Today I read a book that I really disliked. Not enough to stop reading, I was definitely hoping for a happy ending, but one I was dissatisfied with at the end. I won't fully go into the story line or ending but I will say the main point of the book is questioning current trends in feminism and making a comment on how many idealists turn a blind eye to the discrepancies between their beliefs and actions.

I believe myself to be a feminist yes, but there are many feminists who would consider me a traitor and a liar. My beliefs are not anti-porn or women are better than men. My beliefs aren't going to fight to keep every woman in a CEO position if they want to stay home to take care of their babies. My feminism isn't bra burning or all men spurning, it just is. A definition of feminism is: the theory of the political, economic, and social equality of the sexes. Is that even possible? Could i take out the word equality and switch it for balance? That would be my definition. I believe women can do great things, I believe that women should be able to get to the top of the corporate ladder without everyone asking who she slept with to get there... I believe that women can be strong and talented and smart and some can be dumb and weak. But I also believe that men can be strong and talented and smart and others can be dumb and weak as well. I don't have clear black and white rules for my feminism (much less anything else I believe in).

I am strong, I am (or can be) independent (living with my mom right now, not so independent in that field), I am smart and funny and fun and I am a feminist and it burns my hide when my mom blanches at the idea of and would never dream of calling herself a feminist. It doesn't have to be as scary as some make it out to be. Or at least that's where I am at right now. But maybe I am wrong, maybe I should be donning some combat boots, putting on some armor, saying goodbye to make up, perfume and cute underthings and hitting the road.

I think what frustrates me the most with this book is everyone wanting the main character to pick and choose from her ideals and telling her it's a bad economy and something that wouldn't make her happy is a great opportunity so she should have taken it. It's too close to home. I get it, the economy isn't great but good lord should that make everyone say goodbye to what they believe and grasp onto anything they can because they are desperate?

I don't have any answers, just a continuously growing list of questions.