Neo-Feminist Rant 2.0: Life In Post-Feminism America

Now, I should start off by clarifying my title by saying that I do not believe that the Feminist movement of the past fifty years has completely come to a close, but I will say that it is in it’s twilight (Seriously, why can’t I even TYPE that word with out twitching a little). We, being my generation, are riding on the success and failures of our mothers and grandmothers (And those really awesome Fathers and Grandfathers as well) and live in a world much different, much better than we will ever truly, understand. Even though incredibly over due, the drastic social changes that happened within a short, generational period, have left a unique mark upon women my age. I’ve noticed, personally, this mark came in the form of feelings that I must prove myself. That I must show ‘the boys’ that I could do things even though I was a girl.

This philosophy started, naturally, where the trial runs of ‘feminine’ and ‘masculine’ first begin to rear their ugly heads – the playground. It began simply with attempting to try and chicken fight any of the boys that challenged me on the monkey bars, then it grew into who could get hit the hardest and not cry. (side note: this was the point in time where I started to “flirt” by hitting- needless to say this never worked out). I also came to know the names “Tomboy” and “Dike” quiet well. By the time I hit 5^th grade, I was a frequent on the flag football field at recess. This, not because I loved the game, but simply, to put the boys in their place. I was horrible at football, but I truly wanted to be known as “The Girl Who Can Play Football……Adequately” This all ended in a single game, in a single recess, when, after realizing I had played an entire game with my fly down, I was dismissed by the boys when a random (pansy) voice called from the crowd: “Eww! Don’t you have to go learn how to put on eyeliner or something?”

I cried.

I was not only humiliated, but I was also alone. All this time I had spent proving myself (or running about looking like I was proving myself) to the boys, I had stopped hanging out with the people who shared my genitalia. I had no idea how to properly put on eye make-up then, and still, to this day I don’t, much to the dismay of my Esthetician mother. (Sorry Mom!)

After the wounds of my youth healed a bit, my thoughts on the subject changed when I realized the “strong female” template I had tried so desperately to shove myself into, wasn’t reality. That underneath this movement of equality, was a compromise that women sadly seemed to have given into without knowing. That to become equal, we somehow had to overpower men, and to overpower men, we had to become more like them. Become suit-wearing CEO’s, to perpetuate male stereotypes of aggressiveness and over-ambitiousness.

Perhaps I am naive in saying this, but this idea seems to be a cop-out of truly reaching equality, an equality that doesn’t sacrifice identity. I am a woman, and I shouldn’t have to “play boy or man” in order to succeed in life. I should be a woman, who because I am human, and have the ability to do so, should reach towards my goals.

Man, this has me all worked up… I’m going to go bake some cookies.

“The Importance of Being A Theater Nerd” – A Memoir

There is something that’s very peculiar about “Theater People”. Anyone who has spent anytime on a stage, has a certain air about them. We stand out like sore thumbs at times. I say “we” because I am a self-proclaimed “Theater Nerd” I have been in a few productions, and seem to posses this constant urge to make people laugh.  It may come off as pompousness, or just wanting to be the center of attention ALL of the time, but what it boils down to is the creating of  fearlessness and boldness that comes only when you have been alone under a spotlight. It’s this idea of going outside ones comfort zone, in an attempt  get things done. I learned these things while in high school theater and in my time in community theater. I discovered how to be able to push through mistakes (as there have been many on stage, of my doing), take criticism and build from it something new. A set of skills that, in any walk of life, are both empowering and priceless.

The always full of fun, Stephen Colbert once said in an interview after being asked about his theatrical history, said that “There is no status I wouldn’t surrender for a joke.” I try to keep this in mind when I go through day-to-day life. You , cannot live life afraid of looking like a fool, or you will do nothing. Theater has more than anything though, made me okay with being a silly person. In knowing there are other people out there, like me, with a lot of creative energy (perhaps its just ADD and I don’t want to admit it, I don’t know) and are not afraid to dance about on a stage, looking like an idiot, in order to tell a story, to make a difference, makes me confident that humanity will work out it’s bullshit.
(Dramatic ending to that paragraph you say? Would you expect anything less from a theater nerd?)

Neo-Feminist Rant 1.0/ Book Review

I work at a book store. I am surrounded by books and many, many delightful little distractions that keep me busy while I probably should be, oh I don’t know: cleaning something, or paying attention to customers.  Anyway, while I was making myself look busy, I ran across this book: Flow: The Cultural Story of Menstruation. Needless to say, it kept me adequately distracted for most of my shift this week.

Flow, explains centuries of practices surrounding the PERIOD. It also highlights the most crazy and scary products marketed to women I have ever seen. For example: Did you know that Lysol used to market itself not only as something to freshen your bathroom with but also as a douche/form of birth control? Yeah! Wrap your head around that one.

What really blew me away though was, after reading through the section on the invention of the adhesive strip (Thank GOD for that little piece of technology) I realized that feminine hygiene products,  somehow set apart from other hygiene products like toilet paper, paper towels and hand soap, are seen as “luxury items” and therefore subject to tax.  If you also hadn’t noticed, they are not given out freely like other hygiene products in public bathrooms.

I have to wonder why? How is a period , different from any other excretion of the human body? It happens less often than most of the other ones, but it happens to nearly all women, more than half of the population of the earth might I add, and yet the availability of products that assist women in staying clean and healthy are select and are overall, more expensive than their urine and feces cleaning counterparts. (Run-on, deal with it. )

It angers my slightly.

It angers me even more though, that this points out that we still, as a society, have not come to grips with the idea of the period. It happens people, get over it. If it didn’t you wouldn’t be reading this.

Two bitter posts. I must be getting my period.

Lindsay

The Sociology of Retail

So in my many adventures in the wacky world of retail, I’ve discovered (didn’t take me long) that people are, on average, pretty ignorant of the those around them. I’m going to take a guess that it’s not out of malice that I get treated like a vending machine for 6 hours at a time, but that people simply just don’t care.  I conducted a tiny experiment this last week while I was serving up Starbucks, and when asking for a customer’s order, I looked directly into their eyes and greeted them with a “hello!” or what have you.   It was amazing to see the varying expressions I received. Like I said, on average people are jerks, so on occasion, I did recieve a mirrored smile and stare and we’d share a moment. But more often than not, my greeting was mumbled in return or simply ignored and the menu above me was the chosen visual target.

Now, I’m not saying that I want people to stare at me and tell me their hopes and dreams, when I know damn well all they want is a latte and to get the hell out of the store. But it would be nice to somehow know that this person knows customer service people are making an effort to give them a personable experience, that we are in fact people. That we  go home at night and after hours of talking to people like brick walls, it drives us a little insane, and yet, we do it with a smile on our faces day in and day out.

I also have noticed a superiority complex that exists among some individuals who seem to get their jollies from pushing around us surfs who are obligated to treat them nicely as they “are always right”. Not cool people, not cool.

To wrap up my whining, I don’t know about anyone else’s mothers, but I was always taught to say “hello”, “please” and “thank you” no matter what the situation or how much better you may think you are.

Jeesh.

Enough complaining for now.

Lindsay

New blog, how to start…Oh yes..’Balloon Boy’!!

Kind of wish the kid would have ACTUALLY been flying around at 10,000 feet.

Watch all the action at CNN.com

Funny, his name is Falcon!!