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

Friday, February 29, 2008

Trying to blog about politics is like trying to dance about feminism


There seems to be something wrong- okay, not wrong, but outdated- about my feminism.

It's becoming perfectly clear now, during the Democratic primaries, since I have aligned myself with Hillary Clinton. Clinton, various media sources inform me again and again, is the choice for older women. Older feminists. Women who see their own struggles playing out before them- the story of a woman who worked hard, did everything right and, instead of reaping the benefits, has everthing swept away by a less qualified man (I'm paraphrasing Slate's Political Gabfest here). Women who, though they also support Clinton's take on the issues, find the concept of a female president more compelling than any political stance.

My old-fashioned feminism can be seen in my academic work as well. It is not cool to be interested in feminist theory and the Victorian novel. This era has passed. I'm known, in certain literary circles of NYU, for my love of Gilbert and Gubar's The Madwoman in the Attic, a text that was new and compelling in- wait for it- 1979. Perhaps my love of this text is the origin of my disillusionment with the entire field of advanced literary study. One could make this argument. Of course I feel like there's nothing new to say- my theoretical Bible was published almost thirty years ago!

Then there's my stance on women's choices within their personal lives. Sure, being an advocate of abortion is current enough, so I'm okay there. But my fear of marriage as an institution that exploits women, that pushes them to the bottom, reeks of a bygone age. Aren't we supposed to be over that? Aren't we supposedly equals now? I have not watched a single female friend enter marriage without feeling enormous anxiety over her fate as a married woman. Makes all those wedding receptions far less joyous (just kidding- put enough wine in me, and I can be happy about anything).

Possibly I was born in the wrong era. Possibly I'm backwards. Possibly one day my feminism will catch up to the times- it will be current, hip and know just what to wear to cocktail parties (Wait, no one throws cocktail parties anymore? Well, shit.).

Yet I can provide rebuttals and justifications for all the behaviors and opinions I've listed.

Of course I have reason to fear the institution of marriage. I once had a conversation with a recently married woman whose husband was ready to have children, though she was not. And she told me her husband had said it might not be her choice, since in the state where they lived, there is no such thing as rape in a marriage. Seeing my horrified face, she assured me he had just been kidding. I see other female friends marry under immense societal pressure that they don't even seem to realize exists.

And yes, my methods of scholarship may be outdated. But in all our classrooms we still teach far more works by male authors than females and there is a sense that many of these 'recovered' female works are being taught just to try and fix the balance. I'm not saying we should teach every obscure female writer we find or give less merit to the works of Shakespeare. Judith Shakespeare couldn't be a writer, after all, and no amount of minor works from the Renaissance period will ever change that fact. But the canon is flawed, and I don't see anything wrong with spending my scholarly efforts in a direction that has only been discussed for thirty years instead of four hundred or so. Also, while there are more women than men in my English classes- and always have been- there are more male professors than female at NYU and (I'm just guessing here, but I bet I'm right) most higher institutions of learning. Even popular fiction genres illustrate the gender bias- far more respect is given to the mystery or thriller genre than the romance genre, though the same criticisms about formulaic writing and stock plots can be shot at both.

Though in some ways, feminism, the woman's movement- whatever you want to call it- has come so far, in other ways we are merely inching along. And I think Hillary Clinton's campaign embodies both sides. Yes, a woman is running for president. And she's doing well. This is a wonderful step forward for women. And yet, as an article I read in New York Magazine this morning states, "There’s no doubt Clinton has been forced to perform a sort of ridiculous high-wire act this campaign, trying to find the perfect balance between attracting women voters without scaring away men, seeming human without seeming too much of a female human. Too much either way, and she falls."

This article by Robin Morgan has gotten a good deal of criticism for being too extreme and polarizing in its support of Hillary Clinton. Same with Tina Fey's SNL endorsement of Clinton this weekend. Fey happily calls Clinton a bitch, lumping herself and Amy Poehler in the same category and saying, quite proudly, that "bitches get things done."

It's a funny sketch, and I join with Fey in deriding women who've "come so far as feminists they feel they don't need to vote for a woman" but follow the preachings of Oprah Winfrey instead. Still, bitch is a loaded word, and I'm not sure what to do with it. I hate its prevalance in the media today, how it's suddenly all over prime time TV. The sentiment is right: the way Hillary Clinton acts is the way a leader should act, and if she were a man, no one would be thinking twice about it. Yes. But do 'we' (I should really say I here, I suppose- I'm not speaking for any specific woman's movement here) want to reclaim the word bitch or eliminate it from the popular lexicon? I'm not sure.

I'm not good at talking or writing about politics. I'm young and I'm new at it. And I'm informed enough to know that I'm woefully underinformed (this goes for just about everything else in the world, too, actually). If Barack Obama wins the party nomination, yes, I will support him. I like hime well enough, and I shudder at the alternative. But I feel his popularity is frenzied and not entirely legit. I feel that, if Hillary Clinton loses the nomination, a huge reason is going to be because she is a woman. And I care about this.

I had a recent epiphany when trying to deal with my parents' Republican politics that, very often, people with opposing political views to my own are not stupid, they just have different priorities. I know this sounds pretty obvious, but it was a big step for me. This is my priority- trying to figure out where to take my feminism in today's society and what to do that's best for women- and I think Hillary Clinton as president would be a great step in the right direction.

And I guess, after writing all this, what I'm really saying is that my feminism may seem old-fashioned at times, but it's in no way irrelevant.

Go, Hillary Clinton!

Friday, February 08, 2008

It's true...

I have spent most of my day reading dinosaur comics.

my actions were once charged with symbolism, long ago

Now that I have posted that I will have to do many more postings, quickly, before the way the large image has screwed up my menu drives me insane.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Deep? I am the poetry club.

Feminism be damned, I want a man to cook for.

Or, to not end with a preposition: A man for whom I can cook. Which sounds dumb.

Also, according to my roommates, I am the only person in NYC who makes casseroles.

Lately, I think mostly as a procrastination tool, I have been doing a lot of cooking. I like casseroles because they fulfill my need to cook while only utilizing the bare minimum of dishes. As much as I love to cook, I hate to wash dishes (in fact, we almost started World War III and a health hazard in our apartment senior year of college because none of use liked to do dishes). My two most recent culinary experiments have been a Moussaka casserole and Sundried Tomato Potato Gratin. Any recipe with rhyming words is fine and delicious by me.

I watched 'John Tucker Must Die' tonight, while compiling notes on the reception history and criticism of Edna St. Vincent Millay's sonnet 'I shall forget you presently'. I found this teen movie much less satisfying than '10 Things I Hate About You'.

It had a few good lines, however. Including: 'Dude. I'm deep. I'm dating the poetry club.'

Dude.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

No Men, Part Deux


So, in continuation of yesterday's topic, a co-worker and I (he is male) discussed my weekend issue.

I explained the problem: the way men talk about women.

And he said, "Yup. This is how we do things. We all talk about that. And then we try to convince women that we're the one guy in the world that is different. But of course, we are not."

And it's true. Because generally, when I'm really into a guy, one of his best characteristics in my eyes is: but he's not like other guys!

But he is! They all are!

After I fumed about this revelation for a few minutes, we started to talk about said co-worker's girlfriend. She is in Marketing, much like myself (except she probably works more and blogs less), and he is upset about the tight pants she wears to work. He is upset because she goes to conferences with her company and men check her out. He is convinced that she is only invited to work these conferences so she can attract men to her company's booth. My co-worker has seen this in action at conferences he has attended. Pretty girls are working booths at events that are almost one hundred percent men and the men get drunk and stare at the girls. They are apparently less than subtle.

My co-worker considers this to be a tragedy because these women think they are indpendent and working in a man's world and they are merely being objectified.

My co-worker's solution? His girlfriend must obviously stop wearing tight pants. This is not a wider societal issue. It is just a matter of clothing.

I tried to explain to him that women are not considered well-dressed unless they are wearing form-fitting clothes. I tried to explain that women who are not attractive are not considered successful and that, sadly, many of our self-esteems are tied up in whether or not we are perceived as attractive.

Nope. The girlfriend just has to stop wearing the tight pants. The way her butt looks in those pants undermines the entire women's movement.

Okay.

Also, I am having a really bad hair day, because I am growing my bangs out.

Thursday, December 29, 2005

SWF w/CO seeking WM

In trying to figure out if I could substitute pecans for walnuts in a recipe for the Christmas brunch I was throwing, I made the mistake of telling my mother, "But Dad is a better cook than you."

This statement created the need for much backtracking and explanation. Dad really likes to cook. He only cooks when he wants to and has the time- lavish, gourmet meals- when it is my mother's 'job' to put everyday meals on the table. He knows more about cooking because he reads cookbooks all the time.

Finally, Mom smiled and said: "Yeah. Reading cookbooks is boring."

I agreed...and then I helped throw our Christmas Eve party. And then I threw a Christmas brunch. And now I'm throwing a cocktail party before we go out on New Year's.

Suddenly, all I read is cookbooks.This one. And this one. And, my favorite (cuz I met the author and ate her food and all): this one. Not to mention my constant browsing on the food network website, which is so neat because they let you print out recipes in 3 x 5 index card format.

Anyway, I've become a food geek. If I could afford it, I would cook the most lavish tapas for my New Year's party. I would use crab and shrimp. I would spare no spice or expense.

Sadly, this is not to be. I am a babe on a budget. Which means careful examination and consideration of every recipe.

Obviously, I am just in training to become the perfect society wife. If you know any wealthy men (attractive and young would be a plus, too) looking for a life partner/arm trophy kind of deal, let me know.

Will cook in heels.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Sex and the Single Girl Shopping Cart


Okay, this post actually has nothing to do with sex. There will be no sex in this blog entry. It is just me being amused by a single girl's cart at the grocery store. Single girls do not shop like real people. Single girls go to the grocery store for specifics (in my case, cat food) and end up with an interesting mix of things they need and things they randomly pick up off the shelves. Unless they are having dinner parties or trying to impress someone or something.



Actually, let's look at my life. If you want to have sex, here is what NOT to buy at the grocery store:

- IAMs kitten food
- pack of pink bic razors
- 1 pack of Morning Farms Spicy Black Bean Burgers
- Pack of chocolate chip cookies
- single serving bottle of tropicana orange juice
- tomato mozarella and basil premade ravioli
-Suave kids cherry burst shampoo
- Orbit cinnamon gum

These are the necessities of life.


In other news, I am trying to figure out what bothers me so much about people calling me "sweetie" or "darling" or whatever other endearing little phrase them come up with for me on the phone. Is it a feminist thing? An ageist thing? Do I feel I'm being spoken down to? Certainly, though I don't think that's the intention. I can't even contemplate talking to someone like that on the phone. It makes me cringe. It's gross.