I posted this on Daily Kos, so it’s mostly written for that community, but some of the things I mention directly allude to things I read here, so I want to repost. I’ll post my tip jar comment at the top, though, because here I care more that that thanks get across, not the mojo.
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I feel like I’ve been extremely lucky for most of my life
and I want to say thank you to the women who fought for the freedom I have to be the woman I am.
by KB on Thu Jun 9th, 2005 at 13:11:58 PDT
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So the pie flamewars look like they are subsiding a bit, maybe passions have cooled and I think the community at large is coming to the point where most of us would like to have dialogue and reason prevail.
I think Armando’s diary is reflective of that fact. One of the things he said was, tell us what we need to do. I know I can’t do that, because I can’t speak for all of the women here. There isn’t an all-encompassing women’s point of view on this, just as there is not an all-encompassing men’s point of view.
Our ideas about gender and sex are shaped by our education, our role models, our media, our life experiences. As I’ve mentioned, though I was personally not offended by the pie ad, and only slightly miffed at Markos’ sort-of apology, I was upset by the whole fracas because the women whose departure concerned me seemed to be women who were on the front lines fighting for the rights and equality that I enjoy today as a young woman. I have never lived when my right to an abortion wasn’t protected. It was never assumed that I would go to college just to find a husband, or that educating me wasn’t even worth the money or effort. It was never assumed that a father or husband would make my purchasing or medical decisions for me. And so forth.
It wasn’t always like that for some of these women, though, and in losing them we’ve lost the best people to educate us about where we’ve been and where we might be headed.
Well, when the greater leave, the lesser must step up. So I thought I would write a diary where women and men could share the experiences that shaped their views on masculinity and femininity. About gender roles. About porn. About sexual objectification or exploitation. About societal expectations. About relationships. About whatever you feel is relevant to your outlook. Only as far as you personally feel comfortable, of course. I’ve heard a few women allude to painful memories of abuse or rape, and while those might be edifying, no one should relive their pain for that purpose if they aren’t ready.
I’m hoping that this kind of sharing will give us as a community a better insight into why as a community we melted down over this. I’ll go first.
I’m 24 years old. I was raised in the traditional nuclear family. My parents have been married 26 years and love each other and my siblings and I very much. My parents are mostly apolitical (they vote and that’s it) and religious only on a personal level.
I tell you these things because I think they partly shaped the gender dynamics in my household. I suppose you could say my dad was nominally the head of the household, but most of what I observed in my parents’ relationship was equality and power-sharing. No gender-based deference, mostly whoever cared the most would win in any disagreement.
My mom was not what I would call a political feminist, so I wasn’t introduced to feminism in my home. I’m not sure she would have considered it necessary, for two reasons.
One, the respect already accorded to her as a woman, both in my parent’s relationship and the home she grew up in. My grandparents had a little plate hanging on the wall that said, “I’m the boss in this house. And I have my wife’s permission to say so.” Which about sums it up.
Two, my mom has told me that all she ever really wanted was a home, a husband, and kids (she said she never wanted to work, she wanted to raise her kids, but money issues in my family made that impossible). This may have something to do with the time in which she was raised, but I’ve never once in 24 years heard any hint of frustrated career or educational ambitions. She got what she wanted and for all she says and I can tell she’s happy.
I, as the oldest (maybe as the only girl, but how can I tell which is which), was often expected to be the “responsible” one and sit for and take care of my younger brothers and cousins (all males until I was about sixteen). So I’m very comfortable around men being “men” (stereotype alert) and not shy about telling what to do if necessary.
I was a Communications major in college. So I’ve studied some media criticism, the “male gaze” so forth and so on, so I “see it” when people make arguments of about the exploitative nature of the ads, but I’ve never delved deep into feminist theory in an academic sense.
Currently, I work in a mostly female-dominated profession, in a fairly progressive company, and I’m not yet old or advanced enough to have reached the “glass ceiling” so I’m lucky to say I’ve not experienced job discrimination. Though I will point out that the upper management in my company is almost entirely male.
I’ve never been raped, sexually abused, or had to have an abortion, though I have plenty of female friends who have. I, of course, have been ogled and objectified and it makes me feel gross. Otherwise, I love sex and don’t have a lot of issues about sexualized images in the media (though I see objections of parents and may change my mind if I have kids, though I’m more strongly opposed to censorship that I am to sexy media). I am bisexual and have had serious relationships with both sexes (and boy can that shatter some gender-based assumptions real quick), though I’m currently sort-of single.
My position on feminism is this: women should get to do whatever makes them happy in life absent any constraints placed upon them due to their gender. For example, a woman should NEVER make less than a man because she is a woman. A woman should be able to make her own medical and reproductive decisions on her own and with whomever she chooses to involve. A woman should decide whether she wants to be a CEO or a housewife and stay-at-home mom, and she should never hear bullshit from anyone about a woman’s “place” for her choices.
So that’s me. I think the pie war damage might have been much mitigated if more people had said, “I may not agree with you, but I want to try understand better why you’re upset.” In my experience, that can calm people down a lot, even when you don’t end up giving them their way.
One request, though: this isn’t really a pie war diary. PLEASE don’t refight it. No trolling, no flaming. Try not to mention it, if you can. Tell us about you and your experience being a man or woman.
Floor’s open. Make us understand.
these very personal “about me” diaries.
But some of the diaries I read here inspired me.
I’ve been maligned for being female and I’m only 24. I’ve been expected to do only “girl” things from both men and women in power (excluding parents).
I’ve applied for jobs only to be given secretarial work instead.
I have not been able to walk in any public place since an adolescent w/o fear of being yelled at, called horrible names and at the back of mind is that fear of rape with my body poised to fight.
I’ve been stalked….repeatedly.
I’ve never been given the benefit of the doubt by any man (dad and fiance excluded) until I prove “my self worth” either physically or intellectually.
My mother has experienced similar things in her life and she instilled feminist values in me and I’m glad for that but it dosen’t prevent men from believing that they have domain over me.
And yes it is a very sensitive subject to me.
I’m sorry.
Would you care to elaborate on what your experience has been with women in power. My boss is the highest-ranking woman in the company, and she’s been very cool to me and tried to help me.
But I’ve also heard/read of women who get to the top and then try to keep any other women who comes close down, like any other woman being able to do what she did is a threat to her own achievement.
It’s been bosses mostly. I would have qualifications for a job but they would use me like I was their lap dog to jump through hoops.
I don’t think they were worried I was a threat to their power, but power corrupts despite gender.
Needless to say I didn’t stay in these jobs long. I quickly became indignant.
they would use me like I was their lap dog to jump through hoops.
Like, you do all the work and they get all of the glory? And they thought you’d be quiet and take it because you’re a woman?
Good for you for quitting!
Bingo!
I was also raised in a “typical” nuclear family (with the divorce rate at 50% I don’t think anything is typical)and through high school, did not really “get” feminism and all that. That changed in college when my first advisor (a man) told me to take general writing with a women’s studies focus. At the time I remember thinking, “why do I need to do this. These problems don’t exist anymore.” Well, that changed and, to make a long story short, I graduated with a certificate in women’s studies and bachelor’s in psychology, determined to go to grad school and work in women’s issues. So here I am, 4 years into grad school and I am currently doing research and therapy with survivors of every imaginable trauma . . . rape, childhood sexual abuse, domestic violence. . . I also work out of a domestic violence shelter and have heard some unbelievable stories and gotten to see the effects of our victim blaming society first hand. “Why does she stay? Why does she go back” and never once “why does he hit her? Why does he disprespect her?”
I guess to bring this all back to my own gender experience . . . My co-workers are almost all women with one exception–the head honcho, who is in charge of our “Women’s Health Empowerment” group. What makes this all “amusing” is he is known nationally, if not internationally, for openly staring at women’s breasts rather inappropriately and does it rather openly and obviously during staff meetings and I have had the rather uncomfortable experience of being “gazed” at upon occassion. It is so demeaning and so uncomfortable . . . not to mention hypocritical. So I guess it just goes to show that even in supposedly enlightened, academic environments, women can still be treated as objects.
So here I am, 4 years into grad school and I am currently doing research and therapy with survivors of every imaginable trauma . . . rape, childhood sexual abuse, domestic violence. . . I also work out of a domestic violence shelter
Thank you for the important work you do on behalf of women.
and gotten to see the effects of our victim blaming society first hand. “Why does she stay? Why does she go back” and never once “why does he hit her? Why does he disprespect her?”
Ooooh, you’re so right. We always ask why someone would stay with someone who disrespects or abuses them, but never why someone is abusive in the first place.
Is it because we think we already know? Or because it doesn’t matter, because an abuser isn’t going to stop? There is not nearly enough stigma attached to being abusive to your partner.
“So I guess it just goes to show that even in supposedly enlightened, academic environments, women can still be treated as objects.”
To hear that saddens me.
My mother has a degree in sociology and wanted to help domestic abuse and rape victims but decided that she wasn’t stong enough emotionally. Glad to see that you are. 🙂
If so, I have an idea for your staff–
All of you get t-shirts and letter them across the breasts with “You’re Staring!” or whatever equivalent appeals to you. Do it so that when you wear a shirt or sweater over the tshirt, the letters aren’t recognizable.
Then, all of you show up at a meeting with the boss, wearing the t-shirts and cover-ups. And when he stares–you flash him!
Wow, where to even start…
I’m 49. Raised in a typical nuclear family with four girls, strong mother, supportive dad. Small town, great upbringing.
At 7, I learned about sexism when my cousin said I couldn’t go along to the golf course (even though my same-age male cousin could) because I was a girl and “women don’t belong on the golf course.” (The whole family still hates Cousin Bill for that one.)
At 16, my boyfriend raped me and left me in a field without clothes 5 miles out of town. Fortunately it was not particularly violent and he came back before I had to hitch to town.
At 17, my boyfriend beat me up because he was jealous. I broke up with him, he went sort of nuts, and people told me it was my fault.
At 23, had married guys from work calling me up at night trying to get me to go out with them. When I asked the boss for a raise, he said, “Come sit on my lap and I’ll give you one.”
At 29, while in a class for repairmen (I was gathering data for the repair manual), the instructor “gave” me away as a “prize” to the students for completing a task.
At 31, while trying to get technical information from a source, I had to stare at the naked woman on all fours he had showing on his screen.
At 32, personally acted to get the porn off the file servers where I worked. It took several tries, but eventually sending memos with pictures to vice presidents worked.
Fast forward a few years: At 45 I worked at a high-tech company, managed three departments. Made less than the senior engineers. Made a LOT less than the managers with penises. My boss started most one-on-one meetings with telling me how good I looked or complimenting my hair.
And that’s just off the top of my head. Being female is has its moments, that’s for sure. I don’t doubt that being male has moments too, but I’m not equipped to talk about those.
In spite of all that, I think I get along with men pretty well, am happily married to one, and enjoy their company. I do admit that when given the choice, I’d rather do work with women as there seems to be more cooperation and less posturing.
I am one of these women:
I won’t bore everyone with another retelling of my growing up years in the 40’s 50’s and 60’s. . .any who wish to may review my Adopted Daughter series as posted on dkos Click Here
So, yes, like a great many of us, I have been there, done that, have the T-shirt, Poster, Coffee Mug and the Ticket Stubs! After more than 60 years fighting this battle in one way or another, It is overwhelmingly tiresome to have to train every generation of men that come up into some form of over teenhood in age. Those who we thought understood this battle, at least some of them, surprised us that they don’t at all. Someone else can train them now. I will take my teaching to the women, who are far more likely to listen, or so it seems.
which is why I fully supported your desire to leave.
I read several of your Adopted Daughter diaries and really liked them,
and yes, you and everyone like you are the women I am thanking.
I know damn well that I am very lucky, and I wouldn’t be without your efforts.
Thanks, one day it will come that we can stop this endless cycle, and it will be stong women like you who will finally pull the curtain on this stupid drama.
So thanks to you for knowing and understanding, for all that you do now and even more for all that you will do over the course of your lifetime.
Brava!
<snark> You mean you haven’t thrown them away YET?</snark>
It is indeed tiresome.
How much easier might it have been if the media had actually been helping us transmit the message all these years?
Have you ever noticed the schtick between Al Franken and Katherine Lampher? In some ways, it reminds me of the byplay that goes on between my husband and me at times.
On the whole, it seems pretty healthy–but I’m wondering how the rest of you react to it.
here’s my background. cross posted on dKos – but I guess since I’ll be spending more time here folks may as well get to know me. I’m every bit as scatterbrained as this will show 🙂
Male, 37, married for 13 years, dated my wife for almost 5 years before that. We dated that long because she refused to get married until she had graduated from college. She left her small town and came to the big city college instead of the nearby one that “everybody” went to. She was told – by more than one person in her hometown that she was “just going off to get here Mrs. degree”
we were married 3 months after she got her B.A. and she ran the engagement announcement the same day as her graduation announcement. I was, and am, proud of her for that.
I offered to take her last name – she declined. (Okay, jokingly, societal norms and all – but liked hers better frankly…)
How’d I get there?
I was born in Wisconsin, lived in KS and Ohio through 2nd grade – 3rd grade on in the same house in Wichita. Baptised Lutheran.
Daddy’s boy. I look like him, sound like him, have the same mannerisms.
Parents divorced when I was 11. I still hear the fights that errupted around Easter that year (obviously had been building outside of my awareness earlier), although they were both great in assuring me I was loved. Mom got custody – got to see Dad once a month. I remember Mom being unable to consol me when I wanted Dad. It must have been hell for her.
3 months Dad married mom’s former “best friend” – they had been a singing trio in church. Dad and stepmom then move away (series of places, hence the once a month).
Give how incredibly similar I am to my father – this really affected my confidence and self-image. On the other hand some of my best qualities were forged in these times – and I got to do things like travel on my own (with my brother) to visit him in KC and Dallas. Great adventures. It’s a mixed bag – that’s life.
Mom’s family was Catholic – after the divorce we became Episcopalians. I was an alter boy (mmmm incense) My best friends were Catholic too.
then my teen rebellion hit. I wanted something solid. I wanted answers – I recognized now that there was a huge wound – to this day the actions of my father cause me some self doubt – I am SO much like him, could I screw up as badly – it was huge then.
So – I became a fundie. I became an anti-abortion activist (that went over just great in HS… I must have been a real ass). I was sure my version of Catholicism was the only right way, I had the true faith, the true Church, the right answers.
I dated a Southern Baptist. Somehow (much like the modern far right – we managed to overlook our differences on things like the Pope and unite in our certainty that we were right!!!!) but I always had nagging doubts – after all – my maternal and paternal grandparents – when they were kids – were raised that the other was going to hell… (my dad’s mother was THRILLED when I embraced religion on my own – but she said “why Catholic? and quickly apologized and told me stories from her childhood – and how she’d even wondered about my mom.
ah – my grandmother – there’s a role model for me – someone with strong opinions who nonetheless knows she’s been wrong and has changed. She also did a great thing – all 3 of her sons divorced – she stayed in contact with all 3 ex-wives – doing things like emergency child care and having us over. To this day my mother still calls her ex-mother in law “mom”. The son’s decisions did not mean she had to agree. Powerful lesson.
Looking back on my teen years – my mother – the NOW and NARAL member – was great. She gave me the space to act as I believed – challenged me plenty – but let it work out. Let me put up my pro-life signs and ribbons (, but also asked some hard questions about who cared for those who weren’t wanted, etc (we both volunteered with a respite care home for abused kids during this time). Made me think – but didn’t make me conform. (side note – how she didn’t kill me…. given what my dad had done to be standing in the living room screaming about whatever with his clone must have been hell…)
Then several things happened in rapid succession – in the space of a month. I broke up with the girlfriend (on my Birthday no less) she’d really stated becoming controlling and going directions I didn’t want to go…
I was also challenged by my Priest to think through some issues deeper. I read parts of the Bible that challenged my thinking (Matt 23 for example). I discovered Liberation Theology and the sanctuary movement. I read about what my country was doing in latin america and how large parts of “my” Catholic Church were reacting to it. I made a snide comment in a study group about Mondale – and discovered most of the group had voted for him… (wha??? huh???)
I discovered there was a hell of a lot of grey.
Oh – and one lunchtime, one of my best friends in school who had helped me get my fast food job heard me say something stupid about gays
that night at work – She pulled me aside and said “Christopher, I’m a lesbian. What now?”
I chose my friend. I realized how incredibly strong my mother was (and is.) I chose people who were willing to challenge their church to struggle for justice.
I grew up.
I wound up leaving the Catholic Church and I wandered – studied all kinds of stuff (I got an associate degree by accident – I did not plan to get one – I just took enough classes in different areas that I happened to fulfill the requirements – an advisor noticed and signed me up…) I amassed 213 undergraduate credit hours (my B.A. in sociology minor in PolSci only required 134). Of 26 departments in in the college of liberal arts, the only one I didn’t record at lease 1 hour in was Admin of Justice.
I took women and minority studies classes. I wanted to “help” – took me several years to learn that the best way to help was to be – to stop worrying so much about labels and seeing groups as “them” – I – thou is a lot more helpful than I – it.
I wandered between agnosticism and a UU community – back to agnosticism – almost by accident joined the UMC (had to have a pastor to get married by….) Read some more – found a lot to like in John Wesley’s writing – wandered away again.
Dropped out of politics too – after being active in College – (late 80’s). Clinton won and I figured things were okay. I had a family to worry about and since everything was relative anyway what’s the use – I went to work full time and more – completely lost myself in my work – to the point where it challenged my marriage.
I was miserable.
W got elected and I thought the world had gone mad – and there was “no one” else in KS who could see it. Deep depression and anger issues – damn near got divorced, damn near got fired. Went through some counseling. Figured out that I didn’t have to work so many hours – and that that alone would solve most of the marriage problems.
One day my eldest said – Dad – can I go to Sunday School? We found a church – a wonderfully progressive, thinking challenging UMC with a great library. I read a book voluntarily for the first time in several years and I woke up.
there really were others like me…
I encountered a group called Soulforce and another called Reconciling Ministries. My (now former) pastor asked challenging questions without giving answers and coaxed me into leadership positions. I came alive again in ways I hadn’t been since college.
I saw a segment of the UMC that was trying to make it a black/white place – I knew from experience how badly that worked. I joined Reconciling Ministries and that woke up the political side of me again…
I hold a number of strong opinions. There are many things I will not compromise on, but I know – from personal experience – that I don’t have all the answers and I might just be wrong.
Sorry – that’s not overly gender based – but it’s who I am. Being raised by a strong, single mother, for me at least, meant few conceptions about what women could and couldn’t do. My issues with my Dad deeply colored my view of men as well. (for many years I was fond of saying “Men are slime”…) My grandmother, coworkers, teachers, priest and pastors – all have shaped my views of gender roles
I’m decidedly hetero – but I can’t tell you why – and the many fantastic friendships I’ve had with GLBT folks over the years – including that dear, courageous friend in HS – has shown me that most folks never decide on a lifestyle – they live the one that is them – and the handful who do “decide” are usually fighting whatever would be normal for them…
well – that’s awfully rambling – but then so am I. Thanks KB for the challenge to think and share….
can you imagine any way you could have come to where you are now?
I’m guessing that you may have felt a strong spiritual pull–and they were the ones who got to you first–plus their apparent confidence felt comforting for awhile.
We’re exploring some kind of outreach ministry at our church, to kids. More Light Presbyterian, so you know we’re theologically pretty similar to where you are now. Every time we ordain, we display part of the “shower of stoles”.
Anyway, I’m wondering if you have any suggestions for how we might appeal to kids in the same kind of pain you were in. We have a new community room, so we’re looking for some good ways to use the new space.
How can we reach out and connect with them– what features of a program would appeal? Ideas so far have included a coffee-bar on Friday nights, and/or a Socrates Cafe kind of program that’s faith-friendly.
well – the irony is that I was Episcopalian – in very open church at the time – so in a way I rejected something very similar to what you’re doing to go there.
and the drive was me – not even the Catholic church I primarily attended – I wanted to have THE answer.
that’s one thing that very different in my story than a lot of peoples is that the Church (and subgroups of it) were actually instrumental in making me question the answers I’d found. Unfortunately in a lot of places, the environment reenforces the fundie view rather than challenges it.
It’s another conversation but I like some of the work on “stages” of religious maturity I’ve seen.
So it’s an unsatisfying answer – but sounds like you’re doing a lot of what you can do. To a certain extent the person on the journey has to be ready to accept that you’re offering AN answer, A path – not THE…
I’ll give this some more thought and try to get back to you. I think I’ll also do some work on a dairy about the “stages” stuff that might be helpful.
The “More Light” folks I’ve met are wonderful – keep up the good work. We shall overcome!
who shared.
I’m leaving work now and will try to check in later tonight from a friend’s house. I just moved and my internet connection isn’t set up yet.