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Edited on Thu Mar-19-09 12:55 PM by ismnotwasm
It would take to long to explain. Lets just say that my father says things like "there are no real men left" and told us that we were "fat" (we weren't) and needed to be a certain size to "catch a man" at the same time encouraging us in non-traditional roles, because "you can't rely on men" and "Why buy the cow when the milk is free" He hates everybody. Mom hates him. They love each other.
So obviously, I was left to draw my own conclusions. What I thought we the two biggest truths learned in the long strange trip that is my life is that women have lesser value when they aren't Following The Program. Lesser if A)not breeding, ala "motherhood". Or B) Lesser if Not Preparing Proper Fuckablility, (or plain not having it, although an unfuckable woman, given the conflicted personage of man, still manages it. Or can be raped as quick as anyone else.) as in make up, shaving legs, wearing the occasional dress, any ol' bastion of "femininity" Even down home backwoods Country boys I've met who don't appreciate make-up can't stand what they perceive as dykyness. You might be forgiven if you're an actual dyke, of course.
The "lesser" views on women that everybody "knows" ie. women aren't mechanical minded, are more emotional, can't lead, can't fight, are bad at math and good at cooking and cleaning unless a male wants to take over and become a master chief or sell vacuum cleaners-- add your own stereotype--, I've never bought into or ignored, being placed in that position of learning for myself and starting on the street, were such things weren't practical.
Everything I know about being a woman in a woman hating society is anecdotal, or is from books and studies I've read or classes I've taken. Being a cynic I became a nurse and was set free. In a field dominated by women I found what we really are, which is sensible, impractical, risk takers, rule followers, intelligent enough to take one's breathe away to box of rocks stupid, wonderful and joyous with laughter, beautiful and gorgeous at the end of an intense 12 hour day with grey hair sticking out of a ponytail not touched all night. We cook we don't cook, we have kids, we lose them sometime tragically, we raise the children of others, we can't stand kids. We often delight in being grandmothers. We innovate, we compromise, we overcome, we push, we shove, we give in suddenly, we write books, we invent useful things, we change the world. And we do it in a state of ugliness, of unfuckablility and of invisibility. We do it in a state frozen patriarchy fodder, of pampered nails and hair spa's and salon's, gym's and personal trainers and unnecessary plastic surgery.
And we change the world with the apparent inherent lesser value that we hold, that our religions teach, that our media promotes, that our governments reflect. We do it all anyway. We don't get any props for it, no street cred, no credit, but we do it anyway.
You ever wonder what the world would be like if our actual value was acknowledged and appreciated? I do.
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