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Where did it go awry?

August 20, 2008 1 comment

I can’t help it; I just keep reading this book and I can not stop (Promiscuities Naomi Wolf). If I could stay home the rest of the week to finish it I would…but of course, I can’t.

In Western culture’s debate, images of female sexualized nakedness are assumed, by progressives and conservatives and apolitical concerned mothers alike, to be innately degrading to women. The trouble with this is that it locates the degradation of the women within the sex or the nakedness itself, rather than in the distorted value assigned to that sex and that nakedness.

In our culture, women’s nudity is typically seen as exposing women-in the sense of making them vulnerable-for the sake of more powerful, less vulnerable men. But, as Havelock Ellis argued in his Studies in the Psychology of Sex, other cultures have organized female nakedness very differently.

This is true; I have often become caught up in it myself to be quite frank. When I say ‘it’ I mean specifically, the idea that the purpose of the nakedness of women can not equate to anything other than an unequal intent. I’ve gotten caught up in that idea and it’s made me angry many times. Somewhere in my intellect, I know better than that though. My profession has taught me that one of the most important skills I can have is that of being able to reframe something…an idea, a situation, etc. Many of us have learned to see sexuality in this light through no fault of our own; we’ve learned to see it in a space and time that is two dimensional, when in true reality it can be better described as four dimensional. Our culture is not our fault however, once we’re aware of what our culture has ingrained our choice thereafter is our responsibility.

In other cultures there are defined rites of passage intended to allow a person a more firm grasp on what is happening to them physically. Per Navajo tradition:

When a Navajo girl reaches puberty (the time of her first menstruation), she undergoes a four day ceremony called Kinaalda which signifies her transformation from childhood into womanhood. The ceremony is centered around the Navajo myth of Changing woman, the first woman on Earth who was able to bear children. The myth says that Changing Woman performed the first Kinaalda and that the ceremony gave her the ability to have children. Because of this, all Navajo girls must also undergo the ceremony so that they will grow into strong women who can also have children…

Throughout the ceremony, the young woman will perform tasks on others that she is having performed on herself. This is because the Navajo believe that during a sacred ceremony, the participant gains the power to help others in the same way they are being helped. During the Kinaalda, this means that the young girl will be ‘molded’ by her mother and then she will also ‘mold’ others in the tribe and so on.

The key word for me there is help. The general way that girls become women in Western culture pales in comparison to an example like this one. Unfortunately the norm is not a ceremony marking a significant change as well as teaching in a proud way about all that comes with it; it is usually masked in embarassment and uncomfortable conversations, if one is lucky. Not to mention the images, ideas, and inferences from culture at large that a girl has already been taking in since a much younger age.

Dreaming about lightning

I’ve had the same skin for 30 years now; one might assume that I would know it intimately…specifically that I would know how to avoid charring it. Apparently my 30 years has nothing on the globally warming sun. About an hour into the boat fun I ventured to on Saturday I realized that I had forgotten to lather with spf 45 a very important piece of my body…my entire back. I did my best to control damage by belatedly finishing the sun block job I had started, all the while knowing deep down that it was too late. That’s all it takes especially in what felt like 100 degree weather, one hour. Of course the rest of the day I conveniently lost myself in swimming and boating so as to put off the dread that awaited me. It wasn’t actually until the next morning that I fully realized the scope of my folly. My entire back was, and still is really, lobster red. And it hurt. It still hurts, although now it’s moving to the itchy phase, the worst part. Every time my skin ends up feeling flammable after a grave mistake like this I promise myself to be cognizant enough next time to avoid it. Nope. It’s sort of like how every time I move I tell myself that I’m going to hire movers this time, only to find myself grunting and cursing again over box after box. At any rate…

I’m now reading Promiscuities courtesy of Naomi Wolf.  What can I say? I’m a sucker for feminist fodder, especially when it provides me a welcome escape from the reality of public transportation. The entire book is meant to explore how many girls in America discover their sexuality under a tightly woven blanket that even they can’t see under which causes some to end up disconnected from themselves. What I read today that I found fabulously interesting:

Because of the new dangers that awaited us in the form of “bad men” of all kinds, we were at once obsessed by physical freedom and fearful of it. Soon we understood that boys were, in effect, our body guards. A girl learns that the ecstasy of physical exploration is something she can now enjoy safely only in the presence of a boy. She intuits that the very same developing body that can carry her farther than her dependent childhood body ever could has suddenly made her a target as well. Why is it a cliche’ that a powerful car gets a teenage boy dates with the most desirable girls? Because the boy and his car have become the stand-in for the girl’s relationship to the vistas now forbidden to her. She learns to project onto love relationships all the drama, discovery, and meaning that she would otherwise find on the open road.

Awareness that sexual pleasure meant sexual danger and that our own guilt would be held to be a causative factor in whatever harm might come to us was a constant drain on our energy. The shock was still fresh. Over the course of the following years, we would swing from outrage to denial to despair. By adulthood, we would have become numb to it and learned how to live with this everyday emergency. Perhaps acculturation to the unthinkable is one of the definitions of what it means to become a woman.

We needed space so badly. When we discovered that, if we went with boys, space would be open for us, we found, to our surprise, that we needed boys. And yet boys were part of the danger. Thus, our balance of power with boys was thrown off. This inequity regarding moving fast into the world was the first real lesson I had about the inequities between men and women. We needed boys more than they needed us. We were more scared of them physically than they were of us. We did not know this, but we probably even desired them as much or even more than they desired us. If we chose not to go with them, we couldn’t go at all. But they were always free to choose to go with us

I got this. Completely and totally. Keep in mind that directly before this passage she details an experience she had as a ten year-old where some adult man lured her into bushes. Using wisdom beyond her years she managed to exit the situation prior to any physical harm and get to the summer camp that she was headed to that day. Unfortunately the counselors who spoke to her about the incident lacked enough compassion to give a ten year-old the impression that she had done something wrong to cause it. So, of course her comments above are colored by that situation as well as, I’m sure, many others to be fair. And even though I’ve never experienced anything similar to that particular scenario, I got what she was saying. When I was a freshmen in high school I got to go out late on weekends, do things that I normally wouldn’t have been allowed to do, likely because I was with a male. That might not be 100% accurate and is likely tinted a great deal with my own perception, but it sort of makes sense. One thing I can almost guarantee however, is how different it might have been moving to downtown Seattle with a male, than as how I did so which was without one. My lovely Mom worries about me as Moms tend to do. When I moved down here she was really concerned about me being in this area alone. I can almost pledge that if I was moving to this same apartment with a man the worry would have been dramatically reduced; I don’t think it’s a sign of how my Mom is necessarily (that is, it’s not about her specifically), as I lean towards how our culture is. I’m sort of with Wolf on this one.

All that said, I dreamt about lightning last night and it was nice to wake up to. It was stretching across the sky in electric purple tentacles and it was beautiful; like the lightning storm I watched the other night from the roof. It’s interesting to ruminate a bit about the precise reasons that we meet the people we meet at the time we meet them. Sometimes I think that it might have something to do with finding freedom.

Thursday Thirteen #2

September 12, 2007 3 comments

 Thirteen Of My Deal Breakers

This is my attempt at coming up with thirteen-knowing myself as well as I do, it shouldn’t really be that big of a problem.

1. Lies: It was the first one I came up with because it causes an unmistakable animalistic anger for me. I hate lies more than anything. Worse yet, is lying to me and then following it up with a hearty,

“I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings”.

2. Leering at other women while with me: To be clear, leering is in a very different category than is noticing people that are attractive. I notice people that are attractive all the time..I don’t however, do this: leer-

1. to look with a sideways or oblique glance, esp. suggestive of lascivious interest or sly and malicious intention
2. a lascivious or sly look.

3. Inappropriate freak-outs (and/or treating people poorly): Example…if I am out to dinner with someone and there is something wrong to the point where a complaint is merited it is highly embarrassing when it is handled in a callous manner. Like, treating the waitstaff like they are gum on the bottom of a shoe, or yelling so that everyone else dining at the same time stares. All behavior like this does is prove that you don’t know how to handle yourself or other people. Terribly unattractive.

4. Refusing to take no for an answer (regardless of how long I have been dating you): Probably this is self-explanatory. We’ll just leave it at that.

5. Lack of ambition: Ambition does not equal ‘money’ just so that this is clear (in actuality people that care only about money and ‘toys’ are not, in my experience, enjoyable to be around). The most excellent definition of ambition:

3. desire for work or activity; energy

Genuine passion to strive for something better (no matter what it is), to do something good in life, or to better ones self in any way is so totally attractive. Truly. People that have no desire to do anything resembling this…really not attractive.

6. Poor table manners: I believe that says it all.

7. A closed mind: Men that are always interested in learning about something new or something different…so hot. With two t’s even.

8. Poor hygiene: I feel like this is sort of a given. But I’m mentioning it anyway.

9. Inability to express ones self in an intelligent maner: Men that are smart…I love it. (This also means, the ability to spell, speak, and use smart people words sometimes).

10. Taking the liberty of moving my things around or leaving messes in my living areas: Leaving trash in areas that it doesn’t belong after you’ve gone from my home, moving stuff around without replacing it to its proper area. Fine…it’s a little crazy…but in return I won’t go to your home and move things around and leave things lying around everywhere. It’s a two way street.

11. Slapping me on the bum in public (and other similar behavors): It’s ‘frat boy’ behavior, it’s degrading in my opinion, and I just don’t like it (I can say this from experience…I’ve dated people who have done this to me).

12. Being unable to be my friend: Friends laugh together, they avoid judging each other, they put aside their own stuff when friends are going through a difficult time (and if they can’t naturally understand that hard time on their own they ask how they can understand it and be helfpul), they avoid possesiveness, they trust you until you’ve given them a reason not to, they’re loyal to you, they consider your feelings as well as their own. Being a friend is the most important part.

13. Lack of a sense of humor: Life is funny and if you can’t laugh at it you’re not that fun to be around.

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Why Would Anyone Watch Pillow Fights?

April 4, 2007 2 comments

Because it’s just one more way that they can sell women as things.

According to AOL:

Why would anyone watch pillow fights? Because the participants will be attractive women wearing skimpy outfits.

Usually, although it doesn’t seem so on the outside, on the inside I try to be an idealist on matters such as where we are all headed as a society. Things like this don’t do much to facilitate that inner ideal.

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