Tuesday, 5 June 2012

Brunch


It's late Sunday morning and people on the street are popping in and out of stores, seeking shade from the glaring sun reflecting off the pavement on this scorching June day. Naomi checks her watch, realizing she is supposed to be at the restaurant now, she picks up her pace, rushing through the streets and dodging cars, adding to the bustle and liveliness that is New York City. She thinks about how she is going to tell the girls; she attempts to predict their reactions so that she can generate appropriate responses ahead of time. What if they condemn me, reject me, dismiss me, she thinks, I can't get through this without the support of my friends.  Is it wrong of me to not want to bring a child into this cruel world that’s controlled by the media and configured so that women fail?  She realizes she has gotten distracted and taken a wrong turn; she is now ten minutes late.

Where is Naomi, Offred thinks, she is usually on time, a quality Offred appreciates about her.  Time is the only thing that remains constant, no matter where you are there is a when; time, day, month, year, one of the few things she understands.  There's so much to learn, but I'll never know it all; the idea of infinite knowledge intimidates Offred. I would like to be ignorant, she thinks, then I would not know how ignorant I was. She looks away from her menu and back at the other women. Jasmine is whispering something to Eve that Offred doesn't catch. Just add that to the list of things I will never know, she thinks.

Naomi enters the restaurant and all the women stand up to greet her, embracing her, all smiles and warmth, she cherishes the moment believing that it won't last long. She goes over the script in her head that she prepared on her walk here; It's my choice and I don't need your criticism, all I'm asking is for your support. Stay strong, she tells herself, as long as you're happy that's all that matters. Like a car running a red light, she speeds through her story, leaving out details and avoiding eye contact. When she finishes she looks up at all the blank stares, uncomfortable with all the attention on her she attempts to change the subject. "Wait," Jasmine says. Here it comes, Naomi thinks.

"I don't judge you at all," Eve jumps in, "In fact I commend you for taking control over your own body." How can Eve say that, Jasmine thinks, it's not her choice to take control over, it's someone else's life, a precious life, a beautiful life, God's creation. She thinks back to the day her husband died, I am screaming.  My hands touch a red wet cheek, my eyes are closed. She can sense Naomi waiting for her response, but she doesn't know how to express what she's feeling. How can Naomi understand death if she's never lost someone that she loved; She would have loved that child. It's not fair for me to burden Naomi with my pain, she thinks, I had a past that I was still fleeing. Perhaps still am. "As long as you're happy," Jasmine says, "I support you." Offred is silent. 

*Everything in italics is taken from either Jasmine or The Handmaid's Tale

Explanation: 
I wrote this short piece on abortion because it is a topic that we never had the chance to discuss during this course due to its delicate nature and the intense debate surrounding it. In writing this, I tried to imagine which side of the debate each of the fictional characters and actual authors would support. I think Naomi Wolf would not necessarily be against abortion because she believes in women having control over their lives and bodies, similarly to Eve Ensler. Wolf is opposed to the beauty myth influencing women to harm their bodies. She says, "Women have learned to submit to pain by hearing authority figures - doctors, priests, psychiatrists - tell us that what we feel is not pain" (254). I think if having a child would hurt a woman mentally or physically, then Wolf would support the decision of that female to free herself from such pain. I think Eve Ensler would also understand  the decision to have an abortion since she has connected with many women who have experienced the atrocity of rape. I think Offred would not allow herself to have an opinion on the matter because she knows that she has been ingrained with information about the importance of giving birth, to the extent where her point of view is unwillingly distorted. Jasmine on the other hand, I imagine would be opposed to the concept of abortion. Although the death of her beloved husband nearly drove her to suicide, I think she eventually acknowledged the gift of life and all the beauty it has to offer.

Sunday, 3 June 2012

The Other Woman

I recently watched a video on MSNBC titled "The Fascinating First Ladies of France." To my surprise, the video compared the appearances of Carla Bruni (the former first lady of France) with those of Valerie Trierweiler (the new first lady of France). It analyzed their career choices only when they involved acting or modeling. There was a link to an article attached to the video that examined and scrutinized the outfits each of the women wore to particular events. It all reminded me of the "who wore it best" section in US Weekly magazine (in which two men are never compared). Women are constantly being played against each other in this "patriarchal culture" Eve Ensler talks about in The Vagina Monologues (53). She recommends that "pussys unite," however, this seems almost impossible when women are encouraged to be averse to "the other woman" (53). 


In our society many women are substantiated by men. Men tend to evaluate them on a superficial level, only taking into consideration physical characteristics. Naomi Wolf says, “The beauty myth sets it up this way: A high rating as an art object is the most valuable tribute a woman can exact from her lover" (171). As objects it is very easy for people to pit women against each other. This is why there tends to be an obscure hatred for "the other woman." I constantly hear young girls saying they wish they had this person's body or hair like that person. It is unfeasible for women to unite if there is this lingering jealousy amongst them. 


In order for women to succeed in this patriarchal culture, it is imperative that women stop being objectified. As soon as women are valued for their character over their appearances, they will no longer be comparable. I do however, think both sexes are responsible for this objectification. Women compare other women because they are insecure. Picking apart someone else tends to be easier than assessing your own flaws. Women also thrive on such competition: the winner is validated and her confidence is reassured. Women need to learn to identify with their personalities rather than relying on their looks. Men also need to stop 
validating themselves based on how good looking the woman they are with is.


http://worldnews.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2012/05/16/11727831-oh-la-la-a-look-at-frances-fascinating-first-ladies?lite



Grandmother Interview

A while ago I spoke to my Grandmother about what it was like for her growing up in the 1930's - 40's. She couldn't stress enough that marriage was always her ultimate goal. Education and a career were trivial matters. This mentality clearly carries through to the 50's: In The Hours, one of the plots is set in the 50's and the character Laura stays home and is expected to perform tasks designated to the female sphere such as taking care of the children, cooking and cleaning. However, this particular division of roles leaves women financially dependent on men. In A Vindication of the Rights of Woman, Mary Wollstonecraft highlights the potential issues surrounding this situation. She postulates that if a woman is "trained up to obedience" and her husband dies then "a double duty devolves on her; to educate [her children] in the character of both father and mother; to form their principles and secure their property. But, alas! she has never thought, much less acted for herself. She has only learned to please men, to depend gracefully on them" (51-52). What is interesting is that my grandmother's mother did not have a good relationship with her husband. Unfortunately, she was compelled to stay with him for financial purposes. I would think if my grandmother witnessed that, she would try to not end up in a similar position. I think in the Western world an education and career are encouraged for females, but I still know many women who depend fully on their husbands for economic support.

My grandmother also made it clear that she never discussed anything related to sex with her friends or family. Those things were unspoken of. I think that is one area where our society hasn't made much progress. Eve Ensler gives us an example of people being afraid to say sexual words when she says, "Women call up for tickets to the "Monologues...The punk ticket seller tells women that if they can't say it, they can't come" (xxx). Just the other day my mom saw my book downstairs and asked if I needed to bring the "Monologues" to school with me. It is clear that even in the 21st century women feel uncomfortable using the term vagina. I don't understand how sex can be so prevalent in our society, where it is portrayed in ads and all over the television, yet people still can't talk about it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwJMLoeDQiE