And, as with other news stories in past weeks and months, I am returning to Emma Watson’s address at the UN on Saturday for another piece of discussion, through another lens of analysis.
I know that during the time I am returning again and again to this particular well, that there are many other stories I am leaving untold — it is that fact which sometimes leads me to have such vivid fantasies of winning the mega-millions and writing all the livelong day. Nevertheless, I find for myself that there is a value in looking deeply at one event from multiple lenses, rather than always popcorning to report on event after event according to the formula so brilliantly summed up by Kate Harding, back when she shuttered up Shapely Prose:
By last spring, I became increasingly aware that I was doing a lot of “Stock Intro A + Stock Feminism/Fat Acceptance Points B and C + Free-Form Outrage Interlude + Stock Conclusion D = done for the day,” and that is really not the kind of writing I want to be doing.
Rather than throwing myself over too strongly into “wind-up doll of feminist outrage mode,” I believe that by looking deeply at the multiple facets of one thing, I am sometimes better able to point to all the unconscious workings and cultural patternings that so interest me about the world and the patriarchy.
(And by “so interest me,” I mean “that I hope to name clearly in the vain hope that speaking the name of the Thing forces it to magically self-destruct like in the fairy tales.“)
Posted in Flagrantly Feminist, Pop Goes the Culture, Practicing in the Heart, Self-Acceptance
Tagged 4chan pushback, Anita Sarkeesian, courage, Emma Watson, feminism, harassment, HeForShe, misogyny, online harassment, sexual harassment, silencing tactics, the patriarchy is broken, the patriarchy needs to die in a fire like NOW, threats, UN, UN Women, wind-up doll of feminist outrage
Last night I was still working to finish my first Emma Watson post (and mentally beginning to compose my second for typing and pre-scheduling), when Mr. Mezzo told me he was about to head off to bed. And I remembered: I still needed to take my laundry out of the washer and hang it out to dry.
That task had occurred to me at least two or three times earlier in the evening. I think once before dinner, and definitely right before sitting down to write, and then again in the midst when I was walking to the kitchen to refill my water glass. During the last of those three moments, I even calculated to myself how I was probably about 10 minutes from concluding my post, so I could knock that out and then turn my attention to laundry before writing post #2.
But then gathering and writing my concluding thoughts became a longer and trickier process than I’d expected, and Mr. Mezzo’s schedule update summoned up this incredible sense of (internally-generated) pressure about how I needed to quickly shift attention and get the laundry hung out ASAP so’s not to disturb his chances of falling asleep. (The drying racks live in our bedroom, you see. Usually that’s a very good thing — but all good things have their down sides.)
That pressure, cascading on top of the frustrations over another wasted weekend, the awareness of how much more writing there was left to do, and the general dread over going back into a work environment that’s been kinda ugly for the last couple of weeks. All of it hit me like a ton of bricks. And then I said it.
“I hate my life.“
Posted in Gratitudes and Thank Yous, Life-Long Learning, Memoir, Self-Acceptance, The Pressure to Fix Myself, The Subtle Body, The Voices in My Head
Tagged anti-depressants, depression, gratitude, immaturity, ingratitude, living with an energetic parasite, selfishness
Last night I wrote about Emma Watson’s speech at the UN on Saturday for the launch of the HeForShe campaign — generally applauding it all, but doing my usual unpacking-complicated-things routine.
What I didn’t talk about* was the fact that when I clicked on the link to the news story/transcript of the speech, Facebook offered up two “related links” for my consideration.
One was the actual site of the campaign, which made sense to me. The other was a fashion report on what Watson wore to Saturday’s event, which made my blood boil.
Posted in Flagrantly Feminist, Pop Goes the Culture, The Voices in My Head
Tagged appearance policing, attractiveness, celebrity culture, Emma Watson, fashion, feminism, HeForShe, objectification, UN, UN Women, wind-up doll of feminist outrage
Emma Watson spoke at the UN General Headquarters yesterday. In her capacity as UN Women Goodwill Ambassador — a role to which she was appointed (invited?) in July — Watson was there to launch the HeForShe campaign, which describes itself as
a solidarity movement for gender equality that brings together one half of humanity in support of the other [half?] of humanity, for the entirety of humanity.
Or, in simpler (and more idiosyncratic) phrasing: we’re in this patriarchal soup together, and together we have a better chance of getting to the next level of cultural evolution.
Posted in Flagrantly Feminist, Gratitudes and Thank Yous, Pop Goes the Culture, The Voices in My Head
Tagged derailment bingo, Emma Watson, feminism, feminist ally, feminist criticism, HeForShe, male entitlement, Men's Rights Activists, patriarchy hurts men too, solidarity, the patriarchy is broken, the patriarchy needs to die in a fire like NOW, UN, UN Women, working together
I had myself a bit of a pajamas day today. I take some comfort in the fact that I took a shower and changed into fresh PJ’s during the late afternoon. I don’t know why that matters to me as strongly as it does, but it does somehow feel more ambitious to have done that instead of to be wearing the same set of PJs from sun-up to bedtime again.
There’s a few contributing factors to this kind of nesting day. Last night’s Shakespeare event was very fun, but we didn’t get home till after 12:30 AM — nothing much for younger folks, but WAY later than Mr. Mezzo and I are used to being out. There’s also been a lot of stress and tension in the office, so I am plum worn out from that.
There’s also the undeniable shift over to autumn.
Posted in Pop Goes the Culture, Self-Acceptance, Stuff about Stuff, The Subtle Body
Tagged advertising, autumn equinox, brace yourselves, marketing, new perspectives, perspective, pumpkin is coming, pumpkin spice, seasonality, the wheel of the year