Maya Angelou wrote that as a child she became aware that women were dismissed as changeable and unable to make up their minds about anything. She so feared and resented this that she became determined never to change her mind, even when it was clear that she was wrong or when her stubbornness was causing problems in her relationships.
What is so bad about being able to see a situation from different perspectives? Why is that a sign of weakness? It is because we could be too easily fooled, taken advantage of. What is an advantage? It is letting someone else gain a vantage of our private parts outside of the holy institution of wedlock. So we have been cultivated out of the notion that the feminine mind cannot be objective because it is too easily swayed. If he talks to us just right we might let him get away with anything. That is why masculinity has developed itself as the Protector of both women and of Truth. Someone has to come in and say things like Good and Evil. Someone has to tell us what we really want, in spite of our selves. Otherwise words would have no meaning because definitions would be shifting all the time. Boundaries would be shifting all the time. Strange men could have their way with us because we are not capable of protecting our own orifices. Our father doesn't want to admit it, but it could happen to him, too. That is why he spends so much time guarding us. He also has an orifice. The line between inside him and outside him, between self and Other could be softened. We could all regress to seeing ourselves as an interconnected series of Motherchild units. He can't build a society on those shifting sands. Furthermore, his Institutions have to be guarded against those temptations.
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i miss you lenya. i remember when i came to stay with you in that warehouse in providence and we slept on your loft with bryn. there was this brief moment when the two of you were changing into your night clothes, undressing without shame and preparing to rest your minds/bodies. i can't describe exactly what i felt in that moment, but it made an indelible impression on me. it was as if after years of growing up on the main line and watching my sister waste away and my best friend slip into oblivion, i finally understood what it meant to be a woman. sending you hugs. xoxo, zoe
Funny, my reaction to reading this was similar to Zoe's- first missing talking with you, then thinking back over times w bodies uncovered, changing clothes, dressing up, living spaces...
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