Tuesday, April 5, 2011

A Little Insight into Gender and Media


As I mentioned in my first post, I am part of the third wave of feminism. Which, in my opinion, just keeps getting better and better. ( Class review: first wave = era of women’s suffrage, second wave = ridding the world of sexist images in media and advertisement.) In the third wave, we get to examine not just women and their treatment, but gender and culture in society as a whole.

One topic along these lines that really interests me is what makes a woman, a woman, and a man, a man. And because my first love is the media, I like to incorporate the pressures we all see in the media in this topic.

 The Representation of my Femininity may be just as important as my actual Gender.

Everyone is at least vaguely familiar with the idea that the media has a roll in confirming the division between the genders, males usually seen as powerful; women are shown as sensitive or emotional. When we are asked to describe ourselves in the most basic way, we will usually say we are male or female first. By this point, we know which bathroom to walk into.

Some theorists have decided gender is a social and cultural construct. ( Simone de Beauvior “One is not born a woman, one is made a woman”). Therefore, we can be seen as products of circumstance or, should I say it? A product of what media and popular culture tells us to look and act like.

If a person should reject their assigned gender, people tend to be confused by them, or even reject them from their society. However, some groups of people may do this purposefully and actually become well-received by others. More on this in my next post!

Monday, March 21, 2011

The Chess Game of Love - Always Black and White?


At the end of the day, why does it always seem that men and women are so extremely different in the chess game that is love? I completely agree on the theory of men and women being two different creatures. Black vs. white. However, I have to believe each of us are actually a shade in between.
No one can see things through your eyes, no matter their sex. So what is it then?

What is it we need to see gray

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Having Ovaries Does Not Make You My Sister...Or Classy

Once told that I am a feminist many stop seeing me as an individual, but instead as a part of a stereotyped group. Part of that stereotype is assuming I am a man hater, or anti-relationship, or.. well basically any "anti" there is. The idea that feminists hate men is laughable. Personally, there are a lot of women I would rather spend my time hating than men.
All women don't think similarly. Thus is the greatness of being an American. However, I stumbled upon one quote while reading "Full Frontal Feminism" by Jessica Valenti. In response to an article, one woman writes:

"I'll call myself a feminist when the fat, mannish dykes who do run around calling themselves 'feminist' very loudly ... Ovaries only make you female, they do not make you a woman, and I am a woman. In other words, I will call myself a feminist when those manabees are as proud of and joyful in their womanhood as I am in mine ... Until then, fuck off and take your hairy legs with you." *

Personally, my favorite part was the use of the word 'manabee', and that she thinks feminists arent proud to be women. Again, all women are not the same. But I do have to say that I have not met one feminist who is not proud to be a woman. In fact... I feel like that might be one of the basic requirements.

Food for thought - are we really the ones that are "anti" everything?

*Post in response to Rebecca Traister's "The F-Word." Found online at: www.sabreean.com/?p=10
As read in Velenti's "Full Frontal Feminism"

The Day Your Ipod Fails You

Here's to the day you have to push next 100 times before a song you actually want to hear comes on. The day you spend 30 minutes trying to find something to wear, and then spill coffee on yourself. The day your coworkers forget to check their emotions/attitudes at the door.When you wake up with an overwhelming icky feeling and carry it the rest of the afternoon.
It's ok to not be ok. Ok to be pissed off at nothing in particular. Ok to get on your blog and bitch at the world.
Here's to bad days, pissy people, and the right to complain.

Friday, March 18, 2011

The Neck that Turns the Head

Growing up, my aunt Patricia (God Bless Her) always told me the husband was the head of the family. But the wife was the neck that turns the head.
If this is true, isn't it just sad for everyone? If you happen to be the "head" of the family, it's a bit degrading to say you need someone to turn you in the right direction. What power does the head of the family really have if you need someone else to show you which way to go.
And if you are the neck, well then you just don't have the brains to think for yourself do you?
I'm all about working together in a relationship. In fact, that is the only way to function properly. But if you are lacking the brains to think for yourself, or you need someone else to direct you through your life, well then you are kind of screwed.
Why isn't it possible to have both your neck and head in tact, on your own body, by yourself?