HipHop Feminism: A response to "Boys Will be Boys"

My mind was drawing a blank.


The time came to turn in a proposal for our final paper and I was lost. I'd lost my words. They evaporated with the descent of enveloping helplessness. For someone who usually has something to say or write about, I was unable to formulate a sentence that, as described by Gloria Anzaldua, did not reek of  "esoteric bullshit and pseudo-intellectualizing," (Speaking in Tongues 79).  The past few weeks, I thought I had solidified my voice! Yet as I fidgeted on the couch, and again hours later at my desk, and futzed even more hours later on the floor hoping somehow that changing positions would facilitate the flow of inspiration, I couldn't come up with anything more than beautified truisms or broad generalizations to encompass my final paper topic. The cursor on my word document blinked dispassionately at my increasing frustration. Wasn't there something I could write about that was more than the regurgitation of things people way more knowledgeable than me had already said?  Of course. Did I know how to take a different spin on it? That's where I faltered.


It was only after reading an article about "structural violence" - which taking a variety of institutionalized forms  of "-isms" forms, systemically harms people by preventing them from meeting their basic needs - that I became curious at how the overarching themes of human rights and the restriction of agency when faced with poverty, could be applied to the TNF network. My sleuthing then led me to a documentary produced by Byron Hurt, titled HipHop: Beyond Beats and Rhymes. I was riveted within the first few minutes.


Investigating the display of manhood in HipHop, Byron Hurt wanted to know why the lyrics of young male rappers are saturated with ideals of gun play, killing other men, asserting dominance by putting fear into another man's heart, and feminizing the weaknesses of other men. As Dr. Michael Eric Dyson notes, "Masculinity is at heart of American identity," with the collective imagination of a man using violence to establish his position of authority and his manhood.  Like many parts of Americana, such displays of masculinity also influenced the evolution of HipHop.

As Jackson Katz, anti-sexist activist, asserts later, "If you’re a young man, and the culture tells you that being a man means being powerful, being dominant, being in control, having respect of your peers, but in reality you have no real power, one thing you do have is access to your body and the ability of presenting yourself physically as someone worthy of respect, and that’s one thing that accounts for the hyper-masculine posturing of men of color and poor white working class men.  Men with more financial, work place, or other abstract forms of authority don't have to be as physically powerful because they can assert their power in other ways. (16:10)

The violence within hip hop lyrics brings up the question of desensitization to violence. The United States is an incredibly hyper-aggressive, hyper-masculine nation; one that endorses a culture of violence and that of conquer or be conquered. What fails to get noticed though in this narrative is how that type of manhood is ultimately a destructive one of "black death pimped by corporations" (19:30 / 20:45).

But is this display of manhood at the expense of womanhood?  Especially women of color?

A prime example of the controversy surrounding HipHop and its objectification of women as only sexual objects is demonstrated by an event that gained national attention in April 2004. Nelly, a multi-platinum rap artist and businessman, was met with resistance at Spelman College, one of the most famous black women's colleges in the United States. Responding to a particularly explicit hip hop video called "Tip Drill," where Nelly is seen "swiping a credit card down a woman's backside," the student body threated to protest Nelly's presence at a philanthropic event. Nelly decided to not show up.

This issue of female objectification and degradation remains largely unaddressed. As asserted by Dr. Beverly Guy-Sheftall, a professor at Spelman college, "black people [generally speaking] do not believe that misogyny, sexism, and violence against women are urgent issues, but that [we] still believe that that racism, police brutality and black male incarceration are issues we should be concerned about (26:15) "If we have a glorified sense of our own victimization as black and brown men, what we must not miss and often do is that black and brown women are also victimized not only by white patriarchy but by black supremacy and the degree of violence of masculinity directed against them (26:26) follows Dr. Michael Eric Dyson.

The documentary then provides the viewer with harrowing statistics: (26:57)

• 1 in 4 black women are raped before they are 18
• Black women are 35% more likely to be physically assaulted than white women
• More than 700,000 women in the US are sexually assaulted each year; that’s 1 women every 45 seconds 
• 61% of victims are under 18  

So, how are women within the HipHop community responding to the structured sexism of a music industry commodifying black manhood and perpetuating an American culture of violence?


This is the question I will explore. The search starts here. And here too. 

Malalai Joya / ملالۍ جویا : A woman among warlords

Malalai Joya's visa application was recently denied by a U.S. State Department consular officer. The reason? Because she was "unemployed" and “lived underground."


Well, duh.


Considering that Malalai Joya was forced into hiding AND has experienced five assassination attempts after her 2004 speech against the placement of warlords within Afghan parliament, denying her a visa to the US was an aggressive attempt to ignore the voice of a key advocate for the Afghan people. Having successfully applied for a U.S. visa four times before, this rejection was a politicized act:  one responding to the fact that Joya is vocal in her opposition to U.S. policy and military involvement in her country.

After a letter writing campaign that flooded the offices of Hilary Clinton, the State Department reconsidered their decision, and finally granted Joya a three week visa to continue her tour as planned.

Reflection of an activist who "raised her voice"

Who would have guessed that this prominent woman would not only speak at Harvard to promote her new book,  but also a respectable yet much less recognizable venue as Willamette U. This woman has a message, and she's bound and determined to be heard. And she's appealing especially to young people. My Transnational Feminism class was privileged enough to even have her undivided attention for over an hour today. Least to say I was incredibly excited... yet I also had some questions.

Primarily we discussed issues surrounding the culture of war and its impact upon women. War culture, or the largely patriarchal power struggles that disempower already poor and vulnerable populations, wreak tremendous havoc upon the lives of women. Whether through rape, violence, disenfranchisement, lack of education, inability for self-sustainance, and overall robbing of agency both within the community and the household, contribute to the oppression of women and is exacerbated by war. With war, women's rights - already suffering from the ambiguities within the UN Declaration of Human Rights, are readily sacrificed for the cause OR are used and abused to promote foreign intervention. Afghanistan is a prime example, where the burqa has become a prime target for Western nations to help "end" oppression. Often Western narratives claim that to free the woman from the stuffy confines of the burqa is to empower her. That to bomb her village to kill Taliban forces - but also in the process killing her husband and child, or destroying her home -  is to "help" her.  Overall, the Afghan women is not only completely oppressed, she is completely unable to remedy her condition. She is a perpetual victim, powerless by the rhetoric constructing her. Thus, the Muslim Afghan woman must be "saved."

But does she?

Joya would answer, "Allhamdulilah, hellll no!"

Times article arguing that to leave Afghanistan is to abandon Afghan women to their oppressors. Joya would respond that in leaving Afghanistan, Afghan women have one less oppressor to fight...

Western intervention and military campaigns ironically continue to perpetuate the problems currently oppressing women, Joya argues. By simplifying the oppression of Afghan women to the burqa (which Joya has actually used to smuggle textbooks to her secret school in Kabul and protected her from the success of assassination attempts), the complexities that come with understanding the struggles of Afghan women are lost, instead becoming a convenient punchline for American taxpayers and privileged white feminists to readily buy into. The construction of the helpless Afghan woman and the call to arms of her American sisters to cast aside the burqa sadly misses the deeper issues that are silencing her. Ridding the Afghan woman of the burqa will not educate her. It won't give her skills necessary for employment. It won't even free her from the oppression inflicted by men.

In essence, "saving" the Afghan woman is contributing to her oppression. By denying the Afghan woman's ability for self-determination, by perpetuating her victimization through warfare, the West is helping to sustain her vulnerability.

Its like the sour, violent twist of a "white horse" fairy tale, where in riding up to a fair maiden "needing" rescue, the rider doesn't see her and instead pummels her into the muddy misunderstandings found within the greatest tragedies. And history repeats itself... as Libya may reveal in the coming months.

Joya's facilitation of our class discussion and her lecture later in the evening only lead me to additional questions. Moreover, I was left feeling despondent. After hearing stories of unimaginable atrocities commonplace in a land under siege, and hearing Joya express her frustration with the role the U.S. has played in debilitating the autonomy of Afghan women, I was left disoriented.

What do WE, acting within the parameters of a global sisterhood, DO in responding to the conditions of women in Afghanistan???

Unsurprisingly, Joya offered a plan of action: the United States must withdraw from Afghanistan, largely so that Afghan women have "only the warlords and the Taliban leftover to fight."

No wonder this disturber of the peace didn't get a US visa.

The Girl Effect

Happy International Women's Day!

Live like a lotus, above the muddy water

I very rarely cry...well, at least publicly anyways. For me, crying is a sacred act; an act of pent up emotion and energy that has been suppressed for too long. While growing up, unlike most little girls who often shed tears over skinning their knees, I somehow convinced myself that crying was a sign of weakness. Stubborn even at a young age, I could effectively muster the will of my little body to silence the bubbling of pain that so often leaked through the eyes of others.

Forcing myself to maintain a tough shell was hardly healthy. In first grade, I vividly remember hobbling around a whole day with an angry, swollen, sprained ankle after falling off my unicycle because I was too embarrassed to tell anyone or ask for help. I remember hoping that someone would notice me and ask how I was, in which I would casually account for the injury and save face from myself. Or as an alternative, I daydreamed of being confronted by someone, perhaps a friend, teacher, my favorite librarian, or even a stranger, in which I would have to assuage their worries, minimizing the pain, and in essence playing the humble six-year-old martyr.


Suffering for the sake of principle - at least for my six-year-old self wanting to look tough so that she'd be chosen first to play soccer with the boys - is worth it. That's what a martyr does. It comes with the job description.

But suffering as the result of constructed societal conditions? Suffering imposed because of tradition? Suffering not because one accepts the consequences of choices, but rather suffering as an act of attrition?  

The last two weeks in class have been spent discussing the politics of global cultural practices that oppress or commit acts of violence against women. 

Willamette's Women and Gender Studies department sponsored another transnational feminist movie. Water, directed by Deepa Mehta, examines the plight of a group of Indian widows living a life of poverty at a temple in the holy city of Varanasi. Forced into the austere life of a widow at the age of 7, the film focuses on the life of Chiuya and her widow sisterhood of all ages. 

The minute women become widowed, they are stripped of their sexuality, class, and privilege. Women shave each others heads, wear only white clothing to detract attention, and eat bland food in order to demonstrate dedication to living a life without human desire. Considering that the rule of law fails to protect women from a state of vulnerability,  widows have three options: 1) sacrifice herself, so she too will become godly, 2) join an "ashram," or temple of widows, or 3) marry the younger brother of the deceased husband. All three options commodify women to the whims of men and their families who have no interest in feeding one more mouth after the wife's status becomes irrelevant upon her husband's untimely death.  As noted by Narayan, the young lawyer and follower of Gandhi, "Disguised as religion, it's just about money. One less mouth to feed. Four saris saved, one bed, and a corner is saved in the family home."  Failing to choose any of the options however places a widowed woman into an existential crisis, perpetuated by dependency, and in not having free choice, must choose between the lesser of all evils. Thus, the expectations imposed upon widows to live the rest of their lives in mourning makes female agency inextricably tied to the pressures of cultural and society. 

Chiuya, played by Sarala Kariyawasam

And so the viewer follows the colorful cast of women: 

Chiuya, the little widow whose youthful energy (and sometimes tantrums) begins to prod at the dutiful resignation of her widow-sisters, is the catalyst for change within the ashram. Her rape and her escape on Gandhi's train from the traditions that envelop Varanasi, ultimately depict how Chiuya's fate could easily become the fate of India's future.

Kalyani, the beautiful widow who is allowed to keep her hair to attract "solicitors" and becomes embroiled in a Romeo/Juliet style romance. Her lighter complexion and green eyes make her "beauty" an interesting point of commentary. Entrapped by both honor and an oppressive caste system that causes her to desperately search for alternatives, Kalyani ultimately takes her own life in an act of agency, refusing to participate in the system for any longer.


Shakuntala, the only educated widow of the group, her ability to read elevated her status and gave her more influence. Preserved for years by her faith in scripture, her world turns upside down with the realization of patriarchy-infused custom that has disabled her ability to create meaning in her life. "If self-fulfillment means detachment from wanting worldly desires, then no, I have not found it," she mused aloud. Her questioning of her faith reveals an interesting perspective of the politics of knowledge.


I made it through the whole movie without a tear. And then came the final scene: of Shakuntala shoving Chiuya into the arms of Gandhi's followers and watching the train, her opportunity for escape, disappear.

And then silent tears were streaming down my face.


Futility. Helplessness. Misery.
A country moving forward but leaving its women behind in ruin.

If there are no other arguments to support the "global sisterhood" other than the universality of the overall human condition, and the inherent interest of women in the affairs of other women, it would still be enough to find commonalities within the female experience, and enable those uncomfortable questions to be asked and those tears to cry together. Cultures and societies may be different, but there are some universal values that demand more than meek deference to the inability of cultural relativism to address the flaunting of human - and thus womens - rights violations.

linguistic resistencia, a struggle of the sisterhood

She walked brusquely into the classroom, heels clicking, hair in perfect formation. She immediately was one of those teachers that students learned to recognize as early as elementary school as someone who meant business. Moments later Prof. Micheaux introduced Natasha Behl. Her dark eyes flashed excitedly over the class. If there was such a thing as rolling up ones sleeves within the brain, its effect was certainly making an impact upon all of us awaiting the start of our discussion for the day.

The topic? Writing as a tool of resistance, and what it means for women within the transnational feminist framework.

Our discussion was focused on Women Writing Resistance, a collection works composed by mujeres de color addressing the way in which women are subjugated to the power structures of the status quo...and how they are fighting such oppression. From Gloria Anzaldua, to Aurora Morales, Ruth Irupe Sanabria, and the Combahee River Collective Statement, women have found language - in all its forms and voices - to be the crux of not only resistance, but empowerment.

Language, and those who use it to construct various realities, is inherently tied to status. The divide between those who are educated and uneducated alienates voices from the "narrative" (or at least the narrative heard by privileged white women) of the sisterhood. Having learned how to express themselves within the confines of stuffy academia, writers like Gloria Anzaldua express incredible frustration about the consequential limitations. "I have not yet unlearned the esoteric bullshit and pseudo-intellectualizing that school brainwashed into my writing," (79) wrote Gloria Anzaldua in her piece, Speaking in Tongues: A Letter to Third World Women Writers. "We speak in tongues like the outcast and the insane. Because white eyes do not want to know us, they do not bother to learn our language, the language which reflects us, our culture, our spirit" (80). And so, in an act of rebellion, Anzaldua and the other female writers mentioned above begin to place their "wild,"  and "native" tongues into their writing; writing against white privilege and white systems, but also traditional forms of feminism that fail to take into account the diversity of stories untold. The result are short, sharp, shrewd, sassy essays of spanglish syntax. 

"i ain't denying nothing

i'm a contradiction

in its self

an' this 

is how I SPEAK so listen y escuchalo bien

cuz you know how I be feelin'

'bout repitiendome

tu ve, es que

this is what I have become..." (Sanabria 95)

But don't get too comfortable yet. 

Sanabria, in "Las aeious" relates a story where her professor refused to accept a paper, claiming that Sanabria must have plagiarized the assignment because her written "voice" didn't match her latina slang...apparently not sounding "barrio enough" (92) And so, a "defense against the racist silencing and shaming of our voices in American society," began and united the Black woman writing from a New York tenement, the Indian woman walking to work lamenting the lack of time, and the Chicana fanning away mosquitoes, the hot air, and the embers of her penciled words. 

And so we again begin to witness the intersectionality of race, class, and privilege in constructing gender identities. Interestingly enough however, the sisterhood is sustained by solidarity found through writing.

This new language, the language of "the borderlands," builds greater intimacy within the spectrum of experiences. An invitation to hear an unaltered voice, such language demonstrates a hybrid of identities, yet also places responsibility on those who listen or read, to act! Language is political. By meeting halfway, borderland language represents a desire to negotiate, to understand both sides of the border, and ultimately construct a new consciousness. 

The limits of language, limits one's world. These female resistance writers are reminding us to try navigating by other voices.

A Plea for Sisterhood

Get Inspired.

I do believe in a sisterhood. Despite the struggles, a movement for women, by women, respecting the diversity of struggles around the globe and refusing to find narratives mutually exclusive...a global sisterhood is not so hard to conceive... 

In fact it is harder to ignore...

Miss India Georgia Presents...

Watching "Miss India Georgia" took me back to my own pageant days.

Okay more like pageant six-months-of-my-life-that-I'll-never-get-back..

Six months of my life in which I lost nearly 15 pounds, drooled over the thought of eating half of a granola bar, and constantly compared my 17 year old undeveloped body to women 2-5 years older than me, competiting for the title of Miss Poulsbo/Miss Kitsap.

I went into it with my good friend Sarah, intending to make our story the sequel to Sandra Bullock's "Miss Congeniality." And there was money in it too, money that would help me pay for my first semester at Willamette. Talking before the pageant rehearsals began, Sarah and I laughed alot about the idea of parading around in a bikini and performing a synchronized dance in front of 500 people. We were fearless.

 The theme? Dreamgirls.

In retrospect, there's so much wrong with the "Dreamgirls" theme I don't even know where to start. If you listen to the lyrics of the "Dreamgirls" song its not about what it means to be a woman, its about what it means to be a woman serving the needs of a man, to be a man's "Dreamgirl," saying nothing of self respect and ambition.  Not only that, we were all pale white girls from a small county making the incredible struggle of a trio of black female soul artists during the 1960s our platform for feminine performance. I shudder just thinking about it.

Karina (me) and Sarah, hours before the show

Up until I began "training" for the pageant, I had never really cared what people thought about how I looked, what I wore, whether I was fat or skinny. I just was ME, an athletic, incredibly geeky, but confident young lady and I felt pretty comfortable in my own skin...most of the time. Then rehearsals started, and I had to start learning how to dance, squeeze into hand-me-down past pageant dresses encrusted in sequins that the morbidly obese director told me I would have to "work" to get into (despite my 125 lbs...oh the irony!), and learn how to cake makeup properly on my face so I could be beautiful. Then I had to learn how to walk in heels in a hot pink bikini. I remember practicing with the video camera in my living room one day when my parents weren't home, so I could learn to get my walk "right", with the hip swaying, the turns, the placement of my feet.  Even with the support female contestants I began to feel inferior. At that point, I didn't have cleavage or the hips, nor did my legs hit the floor like Barbie. I had a plain normal looking body, but I had to learn to act like the ultimate feminine object of beauty. I didn't think I fit the part.  While the air of solidarity and encouragement between the female contestants helped us get the most from the pageant experience, it also symbolized my loss of innocence about the incredible value placed upon those that fit the stereotype. We had to learn how to be "women". Carry ourselves like "women". In the end, the mastery of our sex divided us: only one woman could wear the glittering crown, leaving the others left behind wondering.

Lining up at the end in our evening gowns, waiting to hear the results

This performance - this act of perpetuating a caricature of female identity, of how women are supposed to look, act, and feel about themselves, their identities, their sexuality - was like opening up a can of Campbell's Tomato Soup: completely disappointing, predictable, yet so easy to mindlessly consume if one doesn't pay attention.

When I think about the Miss India Georgia pageant, I realize how much greater the struggles of Misty, Nisha, Anu, and Mini must have been. I would have been one of those "intimidating white American girls" that Misty said caused her to not want to actually participate in a "real" American pageant. Additionally, having to reconcile their own identities, as first generation Indian-Americans, rooted in two separate worlds and cultures, contributes to the challenges that they face in portraying themselves in a venue that emphasizes sexuality. What that means as an American woman, a traditional Hindi woman, and for a woman having to straddle the expectations and stereotypes of also race and class... truly harrowing. What frightens me however is how consumed by the pageant all the girls became, even though they originally entered into it playfully. Mini especially saw the pageant as her chance to prove herself, to prove that she had worth. "If only I won this, and all my friends saw me," I remember hearing Mini say in one of the interviews.

And this is one of the main reasons that I don't see pageants as an effective means of empowering women. Like the fashion industry, pageants are a business and don't necessarily revolve around the betterment of female solidarity. I do believe somewhat in a sisterhood; a sisterhood united in our common struggles. But I also refuse any development of a mutually exclusive paradigm in definining what a woman is and what she isn't.

That's up for her to decide. Not a panel of judges.

Iconizing a "sisterhood"

So, lets do a quick little informal media study.
Type in the following keywords into your google toolbar, pictures search engine:
- woman
- women
- sisterhood
- feminism
- feminist

What results come up?


Here's what showed up for each keyword, sticking only to the first page of results:




["Woman"]

"Woman" = enforcer of justice and spandex unitards...yet also defined by her interactions with men

["Women"]

Marilyn Monroe and various other beautiful, iconic "women"

Dove's "Campaign for Beauty" Models - everyday "women"

Afghani Muslim "women" protesting together

Now we're finally starting to see some "women" of color...FINALLY

"Women" toting guns. Just don't hands those things to a feminist...

["Sisterhood"]

Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants - A Movie

"Sisterhood" in Art

A global sisterhood? United by similar or universal struggles? We shall see.

The Ya-Ya Sisterhood, a sisterhood of wealthy southern women - I wonder if a woman in Indonesia or Iran could relate to this lovely joy ride

A boundless "sisterhood"?

["Feminism/Feminist"]

Having to prove a woman's strength in WWII - identified as a feminist development...

 

Are the struggles of a white house-wife the same as a woman of color? Hardly. Yet still, there exists an idea that feminism, rather than promoting the rights of the privileged few, meets the needs of all women...

A personal favorite. ATTA GIRL! 

Angela Davis: Speaking Out!

Every year Willamette University uses MLK Day as an opportunity to not only reflect upon the life and legacy of an incredible civil rights activist, but also promote school wide community service, and address social justice issues, such as racism and poverty, in the format of current times.

Thus, Willamette University invited advocate and scholar Angela Davis to the stage to speak in honor of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., a man who would have reached the ripe wise age of 82 this year, if he hadn't been assassinated over four decades ago. It's hard to imagine a nation without the leadership of Dr. King, but its the work of Angela Davis and other organizers that greatly contributed to catalyzing the United States into action.

An outspoken character, Angela Davis had alot to say Friday night as she took the stage in front of a packed auditorium full of Willamette students and faculty, the Salem community, and even individuals traveling from neighboring states. And like many activists, she told her story:

Associated with the Communist Party, the Civil Rights Movement, and the Black Panther Party, Angela Davis became a prominent figure in the American consciousness during a time of social revolution. While a Professor of Philosophy at UCLA, Angela Davis walked the picket line and voiced dangerous ideas regarding black struggle, female empowerment, and economic independence. While inspiring to some, Angela Davis' actions caused Governor Ronald Reagan to request in 1969 to have her barred from teaching at any university in the State of California. Additionally, she was tried and acquitted of suspected involvement in the Soledad Brothers' August 1970 abduction and murder of Judge Harold Haley...but only after spending 16 months in jail while awaiting trial. For her efforts, Angela Davis even graced the FBI's "Ten Most Wanted List". In the 1980s, she was the Vice-Presidential candidate for the Communist party ticket, and as the 1990s unfolded, Angela Davis transitioned from party communism to other forms of political/social activism.

Angela's Thoughts - Speech Highlights, January 22, 2011
Consequences of iconizing black figures in power. Martin Luther King's significance is shrinking into a minuscule sound byte, who's words of worth are deteriorating in response to the oversimplification of his ideas. Sure, "I have a dream" is a great speech...but how about listening to his "Beyond Vietnam, Breaking the Silence" speech in which he was one of the first to speak out about the atrocities of nationalism, racism, and war.  

Criminalization of race and the woes of a capitalistic imprisonment system. U.S. imprisonment remains the dominant form of dealing with illegalities. Considered a "democratic form" of punishment and a "kind" alternative to capital punishment, Angela Davis argues that the U.S. criminal justice system presents a strange merger of capitalism and democracy...a merger that also takes advantage of the most vulnerable populations, including minorities, people of color, and the poor.

Interconnectedness of all individuals. From Europe to South America, the United States to Africa, globalization is bringing the world together in more intimate conditions of dependency. Recounting her experiences in Colombia, Angela Davis reminded the audience that the struggle for justice is thus forever unending. The "Green Desert" is just one example of Western modern imperialism, in which a small town no longer grows its own food in order to grow sugarcane. Apparently, the demand for sugarcane has increased exponentially since bio-fuel became a popular means of wealthy Westerners clearing their carbon footprint conscience. Angela Davis warned that there are inherent consequences that change the quality of life for marginalized populations around the world for the luxury of choice for the privileged few..

Overall, the main thing that struck me about Angela Davis, was her appeal to "learn to dwell within the contradiction...that one explanation does not rule out the other" and that "learning to hold ideas in tension, is learning that in thinking complexly, there are no mutually exclusive realities."

A fascinating statement from a woman with so many of her own opinions...but a necessary and important statement nonetheless that reminds us that "justice is indivisible" - perhaps a more comprehensive sound-byte in the struggle for racial and gender justice worldwide.

The World Women Live In

So, here I am.
A young woman, enrolled in a Transnational Feminisms course.
Having traveled extensively throughout the world.
Seeing how women of various cultures, languages, and traditions live.
Seeing how they are expected to live
Having studied the history of the United States
Seeing how women of color are treated
Seeing how my life, as a woman of privilege, has been different
But finding commonality in life because we continue to be defined by our sex


And yet also realizing that things are better than they used to be.
And realizing how much has changed (and continues to change) in society due to pioneers.
Pioneers and activists who have breasts AND brains.
Its a refreshing reality. A story that should be told more.
A story that also demands more chapters
For the untold stories to be told.
The unheard voices to be listened to and respected.


What does it mean to be a woman?
How does that connect me with other women worldwide?
What responsibilities come with this new knowledge? What acts of solidarity?
And what is this idea of feminism, this construction of resistance, that prompts images of bra burnings and social upheaval?


Here are some quotes I've collected to demonstrate what narratives swirl around the Feminist Mystique:


"[Feminism is] a socialist, anti-family, political movement that encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism and become lesbians."  -Pat Robertson

The emotional, sexual, and psychological stereotyping of females begins when the doctor says, "It's a girl."  ~Shirley Chisholm


Women's chains have been forged by men, not by anatomy.  ~Estelle R. Ramey

I asked a Burmese why women, after centuries of following their men, now walk ahead.  He said there were many unexploded land mines since the war.  ~Robert Mueller

Why is it that men can be bastards and women must wear pearls and smile?  ~Lynn Hecht Schafren

Men weren't really the enemy - they were fellow victims suffering from an outmoded masculine mystique that made them feel unnecessarily inadequate when there were no bears to kill.  ~Betty Friedan

You don't have to be anti-man to be pro-woman.  ~Jane Galvin Lewis

Women are the only oppressed group in our society that lives in intimate association with their opressors.  ~Evelyn Cunningham

I would have girls regard themselves not as adjectives but as nouns.  ~Elizabeth Cady Stanton

To tell a woman everything she may not do is to tell her what she can do.  ~Spanish Proverb

Women are not inherently passive or peaceful.  We're not inherently anything but human.  ~Robin Morgan

I've yet to be on a campus where most women weren't worrying about some aspect of combining marriage, children, and a career.  I've yet to find one where many men were worrying about the same thing.  ~Gloria Steinem

I am working for the time when unqualified blacks, browns, and women join the unqualified men in running our government.  ~Cissy Farenthold

I do not wish women to have power over men, but over themselves.  ~Mary Wollstonecraft

There are very few jobs that actually require a penis or vagina.  All other jobs should be open to everybody.  ~Florynce Kennedy