Thursday, November 16, 2006

My $0.02

Hm...
Ask me what I'm thinking.

I'm thinking that it's a little ridiculous that we're living in this society where raunch culture is placed at the pinnacle of achievement. Where strippers are glorified, Paris Hilton is sexy, and you can't turn on MTV without seeing a woman writhing in grease - whether it's her own video or that of some fat rap guy.
Since when does empowerment = writhing on the floor in grease?

I can't believe it was as late as the mid-80's before one ivy league school in the US let women in. We think we've made all this progress, but the truth is, there's only been a limited change in the last fifteen years. Legislature to prevent outright, blatant discrimination. But what about changing attitudes? What about the fact that it's still an insult to call a guy a girl? Or even to call a girl a girl?
Being called a "dick" doesn't have a negativity equal to that of being labelled a "pussy", and I'm not even going into the fact that the words mean two different things - I'm only talking about VALENCE (the meaning is another disturbing phenomenon altogether).

The rule is that women are inferior. They're stupid, they're ditzy, they're emotional, not rational, they can't handle math or science or engineering, they shouldn't be doctors, or astronauts, or politicians. When they get together, they gossip, they're catty, they're jealous of one another, undermining, and bitches. They're obsessed with their physical appearance, they spend too much time on trifles and details, they nag, they bitch, they whine.

But wait, you must be saying, there are female senators and judges and astronauts and engineers and scientists and mathematicians and executives and CEO's. And I have female friends who can carry on an intelligent conversation, and don't get jealous of other women, and are truly well-read and poised and have a sparkling wit and winning personality. I know women who may bitch, occasionally, yes, but hell, I know tons of men that whine and a billion guys that nag. Not all women fit the stereotype. Actually, most of the women I know don't fit the stereotype at all.

Well yeah... but *those* women aren't like *other, regular* women.
Those women are intelligent. Those women are rational. Those women don't think like women, don't talk like women, don't act like women.
They don't ask for a raise, they demand it. They don't sit with their legs bent underneath them in board meetings, they sit with their feet firmly on floors. They don't care about giving credit where credit is due: they take what they want. They earn it. They're cut-throat. They read while *other, regular* women are out getting manicures. They aren't jealous of *other, regular* women because they're confident and self-assured.

They act like men.

They act the way we perceive men should act.

But... wait... they're women too...

Something is off.
The stereotype of the woman is that she's this bubbly idiotic fool. And anyone who doesn't fit in that mold is an "exception" to the rule.
Forget that more then 90% of the women YOU know are "exceptions" to this "rule". Forget that the entire stereotype is fed by every "exception" and is therefore a circular argument.
Forget that there's no logic, reason, or rhyme to this heuristic.
Simply remember that we have it, deeply lodged in our collective as well as individual consciousness, and ask yourself why?
And ask yourself, isn't it time for a change?

The fact is, that in today's world, if you're a successful woman, you're STILL the exception to the rule.
And if you're the exception that PROVES the rule, as many of these successful women are - because they don't dress in skirts - they wear pant suits, and they don't use soft words - they use hard language - and they don't talk about babies - they discuss profit margins... well, anyway, if you're the exception that proves the rule, you still really haven't made any progress for womankind or for yourself.
When it comes down to it: you're still a woman. There is still a glass ceiling, and though you may sell your product in the meeting, you still won't get invited out for a cigar with the old boys later as long as you have a vagina.
And the rest of us, those that don't succeed in traditionally masculine roles? Well, we're just affirming what everyone's known all along, right? That we can't do it. Or that we don't want to. Or both.

I guess my problem isn't so much with the fact that there are different roles ascribed to women and men, but rather that one is valued at an intrinsically lower value then the other.
To call a woman a man, to say she's the big man on campus, for her to tell you to suck her balls - these are empowering, uplifting statements with a positive valence. Perhaps not true, but gleaned in a positive light.
For anyone to call anyone a whiny little girl, a woman, a sissy, is never good.

It is not good to be relational, or people-oriented, or emotional, or sensitive, or feminine in this society. And so we're seeing a trade-off happening in bright, intelligent young women, whereby they're casting off the shackles of their oppression - not by fighting their oppressor, but by morphing into something else that fits through the shackles, that makes it through the system.

Instead of being who we are and forcing the system to change to fit us (hell, we're half of us!), we're becoming who the system wants us to be: more aggressive, more chauvinistic. Putting "feminists" and "bra-burners" down with the rest of the minorities to raise ourselves up.
Have you noticed how it has now become an insult to be called a feminist? Immediately, you're confronted with questions of why you don't shave your legs or armpits, and whether or not you're a lesbian.

We've forgotten what our grandmothers fought for. Feminism isn't what it used to be. It's this fringe, frump girl movement now. For dykes and people who don't wash their hair. We've forgotten what the movement was about. We've forgotten about equal treatment, equal attitudes, equal respect. Worst of all, we're beginning to get comfortable - to think that we don't need to worry about these things anymore. "Because more then half of the undergraduate students in university are females, I'm set."

No, you're fucking not.

There's one female CEO for every 30 male CEO's out there - and the only way she got to the top was by trading in her femininity and assuming a more masculine identity. We've made NO headway in bringing femininity to equal terms with masculinity. If anything, we're starting to join the majority culture because we figure we can't beat it. And that's the most dangerous attitude to assume of all.

Racism and sexism and homophobia are easy to fight when they're obvious. When they're rampant and explicit.
Much harder to shake are our implicit understandings, our implicit attitudes, and the feminist movement won't have achieved it's goal - just as the Civil Rights movement won't have achieved it's, until those implicit attitudes are changed forever and we truly begin to value feminine as much as masculine, black as much as white, homosexual as much as heterosexual.

But in order to change anything, first we have to admit that there's a problem. We have to start getting offended and outraged about things that have become second nature to us. We're all so tired of political correctness, and yet, it's so necessary when you actually take a look around.

Strippers shouldn't be our daughter's idols. Rainbow parties shouldn't be happening in middle schools. Little girls shouldn't be going down on little boys while others watch in order to gain popularity. A guy shouldn't be thought "cool" or "funny" or "with it" when he smacks your ass. Paris Hilton shouldn't be a cultural icon - she shouldn't have gotten the hike in popularity that she did when those sex tapes were released, and she sure as hell shouldn't be thought of as the definition of sexy.
Things that women would have once been ostracised for, mainly, being a slut, are today being trumpeted as feminism and the sexual revolution at it's best. "Women can now be as sexually expressive as men have always been and not have to suffer the horrible consequences of an oppressive society."
It'd be nice if it were true.
But it's not.
Sure, a million people might have seen the tapes, but Paris Hilton is never going to be taken seriously. Ever, in her life, as a direct result.
The only male example I can come up with that comes close is Bill Clinton who lied to a nation about his sexual affairs, managed to avoid impeachment despite it, and continues to command the respect and even love of a nation.
There's almost a "Oh, silly Billy, boys will be boys" mentality about what Clinton did. With Paris it's, "Wow, what a slut, let's watch her bang the next guy".
And that's fine by me - she is a slut. But so is Clinton.
So why does he get to maintain his reputation while her's gets slandered?
Because what they're telling us isn't true. Raunch isn't about women and freedom of expression and sexuality. Raunch is about raunch. We've made no headway.

On with the show: It shouldn't be an insult to call someone a "pussy". I shouldn't be taken less seriously because I want to wear a dress. I shouldn't have to wear a pant suit to succeed. I shouldn't be talked down to by my calculus TA because I'm a girl. And I sure as hell shouldn't be told to get the stick out of my ass, and get with the times, or to stop being so politically correct, or so uptight, when someone calls me a "chick", or makes a comment about my breasts, or tells me to make out with another girl, and I get offended.

Because that act is just an expression of a deeper problem, and it's that deeper problem that offends me, and should, in my opinion, offend everyone else.

And well, that's just probably 2% of what's on my brain right now.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

always something there

Dear Spazzy,

You make me laugh out loud. At the stupid things you do, and the silly things you say, at your facial expressions, at how I know what you're thinking when you're thinking it (and sometimes before), at how demented I am when I'm with you sometimes, at myself, at life, at the world.

You make me think. About things that hurt my brain, about things that I don't usually care about, about things I'd never otherwise take the time to learn.

You make me work. You motivate me to excel (or at least to try to), to get shit done, to wear myself out, to keep going.

You make me optimistic. About life, about friendship, about the world, about where I'm going, about where I've been.

You make me feel like what I have to say, the real important stuff anyway, matters. Like what I think counts. Like who I am is special. Like what I do is important.

And when you make me angry, or mad, or most likely just frustrated, it's usually transient and born of confusion - soon to be cleared up by a few concise sentences, some good communication.
I don't mind letting go of things when it's with you. I don't feel like I have to win. I don't feel like it's a game. I don't feel like I have anything to prove.

It's delusions, all of it, everything, obviously. But it's so gosh darned nice to have something to look forward to, and think on, and be happy about.

You make me smile. Illusion, yes. Brilliant? Definitely.

I'll let you know, someday... maybe. Probably paraphrase a bit.
But you'll know what I'm getting at; you always seem to.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

I want to:
Drop out of school.
Do a deadend job for a year.
Save some money.
Enough to buy a return ticket to Cuba.
Move to Cuba.
And live off the land there.

When I get tired of that, I'll just fly back. And pick up right where I left off.

Why don't I have the courage to do that?