Maureen Dowdy Ain't No Broady, and Other Notes From the Feminist Ghetto
I've been knee-deep in malodorous manuscripts these last few weeks — for one of my few remaining money jobs, you dig. In the meanhow, speaking of malodorous, I will chime in my (last) two cents on the Dowd Question and, no doubt, surprise no one in the process. For: I never liked Miss Mo and her delusions of screwball-dame grandeur, and now her botoxed puss is giving me the heebie-jeebies as she spews her reductionist, classist, Cathy-cartoon, decidedly un-Great Kate, Catholic schoolgirl-uniform tripe all over the media's three rings. She is old-school only in negative, dichotomous ways, and I anticipate her self-implosion breathlessly, from the bowels of the back of the classroom. She gives straight-girl feminists a bad name.
On another, deeply related note: I am sick of women distancing themselves from the very term "feminism." None of us like every action or ideology that lives under its umbrella, but it's disrespectful and downright ignorant to dismiss the label out of hand after everything the movement has given every one of us.
Last and least lofty: My lesbian boyfriend Yancey was kind enough to purchase for me Season 2 of The L Word. Despite our extended, archived grievances, Jostle and I have learned that the much-maligned season lends itself quite nicely to boozy, woozy heckling. Plus, the girls themselves (Kate and Leisha, in particular) mock the weak storylines and musical choices mercilessly on the commentary track of the "Love Boat" epi. Clearly we missed another boat in momentarily taking the show seriously. Say it loud, say it proud: f-f-f-f-fucking.
On another, deeply related note: I am sick of women distancing themselves from the very term "feminism." None of us like every action or ideology that lives under its umbrella, but it's disrespectful and downright ignorant to dismiss the label out of hand after everything the movement has given every one of us.
Last and least lofty: My lesbian boyfriend Yancey was kind enough to purchase for me Season 2 of The L Word. Despite our extended, archived grievances, Jostle and I have learned that the much-maligned season lends itself quite nicely to boozy, woozy heckling. Plus, the girls themselves (Kate and Leisha, in particular) mock the weak storylines and musical choices mercilessly on the commentary track of the "Love Boat" epi. Clearly we missed another boat in momentarily taking the show seriously. Say it loud, say it proud: f-f-f-f-fucking.
posted by Lisa Rosman at 11:37 PM
1 Comments:
Sadly, I think that many women distance themselves because those who would undermine our achievements have put so much effort into promoting negativity, responding to their personal sense of threat..touting this image of the feminist as a man-hating, hairy lesbian nazi. They say "lesbian" like its a dirty word, a slur of some kind, and reduce us to what we look like and who we sleep with. They feel threatened by some body hair because it reveals a rejection of their precious notions of commercialized beauty. Women need to step up, and realize that we are being played against one another and against ourselves.
Number one,lets not sell out our sisters no matter who you are and where you come from. Be they housewives, executives, mothers, or others, we could do better to support each other. Number two, we have to yield to the idea that nobody "owns" the agenda or the identity of the "feminist". It does not have a playbook or restrictive dogma. It is an evolving fluid term, a changing umbrella, and I think we are intelligent enough and capable enough to realize that we each have to carve out our own views, while also appreciating the solidarity and contributions of those who've given plenty to get us where we are at.
Just my rumblings.
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