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janegodzilla) wrote2008-04-28 05:56 pm
janegodzilla) wrote2008-04-28 05:56 pm
ranty feminist alert
I got sort of snippy with a friend of mine last night, and I can't tell whether I feel bad about it or not. Part of me wants to excuse the whole thing on the grounds that I know he's a decent guy and probably didn't mean to come off the way he did, and after everything that's gone down with the Open Source Boob Project in the past week or so, I've been a lot touchier than normal on the subject of male privilege and how it relates to women's bodies. On the other hand, decent guys like my friend can fall into the trap of privileged thinking just as easily as pure assholes can. Letting it slide doesn't do anybody any favors.
I guess I should explain a little more so this all makes sense. FriendGuy keeps a blog about the trials of navigating the dating world after the end of a long-term relationship. For the most part, it's funny and well-written, and quite a few of the entries are of the "Help, I don't understand why girls do X, Y, and/or Z!" variety. And that's fine. Where I start to get a little tetchy is where the tone shifts from "I don't understand why girls do X, Y, and/or Z" to "I don't understand why girls do X, Y, and/or Z specifically in order to tease/titillate me." That sort of thing tends to set off my male privilege alarms, just as comments about poor people needing to work harder sets off my class privilege alarms. There are a lot of really unpleasant assumptions lurking just beneath the surface of statements like that, and it pisses me off.
The post in question dealt with a pair of girls in bikinis on the beach. The word "flaunt" was used. And you know how girls hook their fingers in the seams of their suit bottoms so they can smooth them out? I was under the impression that this was the most hassle-free way to fix a potential wedgie -- lord knows I've used that maneuver plenty of times -- but no, apparently we do this because we know boys are watching us, and we totally want to draw attention to our asses. What's more, we know how much this torments said boys -- you can look, but you can't touch! -- and so we do it on purpose. Just to fuck with them.
Fuck.
That.
I think he was a little surprised by how grouchy my reply was (it was something along the lines of, "For the love of god, not everything girls do is for the benefit of the BOYS looking at them") and apologized for coming off so black-and-white about it. But then he also said that it was "blatant" in the case of these particular girls, and that there was no need to get my feathers so ruffled.
Blergh.
What really kills me is that I was one of maybe two people who had an issue with the post. The other commenters were either guys who agreed with him ("Man, those girls were totally fucking with you! Why are all girls such teases?!"), or girls who did nothing but reinforce his stance ("LOL OMG WE TOTALLY DO TEASE LIEK THAT! WE LIKE WHEN BOYS LOOK AT US!"). I can't help but feel really depressed about that, like...way to make the rest of us look bad, ladies. Obviously, there are women who enjoy teasing guys and being ogled, just as the OSBP proved that there are plenty of women who are okay with people both asking to touch and actually touching their breasts. But that doesn't mean all of us are like that.
I must be more upset about this than I realized, because I honestly have no idea where I'm going with this rant. It bothers me that a lot of guys see the world as one where girls constantly tease them with the promise of sex, where everything we say, do, wear, whatever is viewed as All About Men. A girl in a low-cut top at a convention is "obviously putting her assets on display." Girls adjusting their bikinis on the beach are "flaunting" their bodies. In one of the comments, FriendGuy's roommate added something to the effect of, "All men desire are women, and all women desire is to be desired by men," and that makes me so fucking SICK that I can't breathe.
Because, after all, it's a very short step from that to saying that women should find male attention flattering, no matter how uncomfortable it makes us. What, that guy's staring at your ass? Why, you should be flattered! Having a man pay attention to you is all you really want anyway, because why else would you stand where he could see you? It bothers you that your boss won't quit looking at your chest? You should feel honored and special, not insulted. It's your own fault for showing your cleavage, anyway.
And I think there are a lot of guys who don't understand this, who don't get how exhausting it is to be looked at, day after day, how tiring it can be to be treated as if your body exists for their benefit. How unnerving it can be when someone harasses you not because you're just some random person walking past, but because you happen to have breasts. Living in the city, I've had my fair share of freaky encounters with crazy, drunk, and/or scary people, but none of them have made me feel more unsafe or scared than the ones where my sex was an issue. Part of me always feels a little dumb by how upset I get over this -- after all, no one's ever tried to touch me or otherwise attack me. I feel as though people merely saying things shouldn't upset me as much as it does.
But every once in a while, a drunk guy will be there when I'm waiting at a crosswalk. He'll get in my space, slur that he wants to see my tits. Every once in a while, some otherwise innocuous man will pass me on the street and leer, tell me I'm beautiful, and when I ignore him he goes from sleazy to psychotic in less than a second and screams that I should just be a fucking prostitute, and when I keep walking, he yells after me, calls me a fucking whore, a filthy fucking whore. It's not fair that I'm the one to feel dirty and scared whenever this happens, like I'm being punished for being female, but that's how it goes, kid. We're nothing but tits and ass and cunt, and if we're not flattered by it, it's our own damn fault.
Obviously, most men aren't this reductionist in their thinking. I know FriendGuy isn't, nor are most of the guys in my acquaintance. But objectification can be subtle, and right now anything that remotely smacks of it pisses me the hell off. The OSBP was kind of triggery for reasons I don't really feel like going into right now, and while it was the good sort of triggery -- the kind that makes me angry as opposed to depressed -- I can't help but worry that I'm overreacting to the FriendGuy situation. I keep wanting to make excuses for him -- he's a nice guy, he genuinely loves women, he just didn't express himself very well -- but every time I do, I keep circling back to those words "flaunt" and "torment", to being told that I don't need to get my feathers ruffled.
I don't like it when people tell me not to get upset. Especially if I think there's something worth being upset about.
Ugh, whatever. I have no idea where I'm going with this. All I know is that I'm unhappy about it.
I guess I should explain a little more so this all makes sense. FriendGuy keeps a blog about the trials of navigating the dating world after the end of a long-term relationship. For the most part, it's funny and well-written, and quite a few of the entries are of the "Help, I don't understand why girls do X, Y, and/or Z!" variety. And that's fine. Where I start to get a little tetchy is where the tone shifts from "I don't understand why girls do X, Y, and/or Z" to "I don't understand why girls do X, Y, and/or Z specifically in order to tease/titillate me." That sort of thing tends to set off my male privilege alarms, just as comments about poor people needing to work harder sets off my class privilege alarms. There are a lot of really unpleasant assumptions lurking just beneath the surface of statements like that, and it pisses me off.
The post in question dealt with a pair of girls in bikinis on the beach. The word "flaunt" was used. And you know how girls hook their fingers in the seams of their suit bottoms so they can smooth them out? I was under the impression that this was the most hassle-free way to fix a potential wedgie -- lord knows I've used that maneuver plenty of times -- but no, apparently we do this because we know boys are watching us, and we totally want to draw attention to our asses. What's more, we know how much this torments said boys -- you can look, but you can't touch! -- and so we do it on purpose. Just to fuck with them.
Fuck.
That.
I think he was a little surprised by how grouchy my reply was (it was something along the lines of, "For the love of god, not everything girls do is for the benefit of the BOYS looking at them") and apologized for coming off so black-and-white about it. But then he also said that it was "blatant" in the case of these particular girls, and that there was no need to get my feathers so ruffled.
Blergh.
What really kills me is that I was one of maybe two people who had an issue with the post. The other commenters were either guys who agreed with him ("Man, those girls were totally fucking with you! Why are all girls such teases?!"), or girls who did nothing but reinforce his stance ("LOL OMG WE TOTALLY DO TEASE LIEK THAT! WE LIKE WHEN BOYS LOOK AT US!"). I can't help but feel really depressed about that, like...way to make the rest of us look bad, ladies. Obviously, there are women who enjoy teasing guys and being ogled, just as the OSBP proved that there are plenty of women who are okay with people both asking to touch and actually touching their breasts. But that doesn't mean all of us are like that.
I must be more upset about this than I realized, because I honestly have no idea where I'm going with this rant. It bothers me that a lot of guys see the world as one where girls constantly tease them with the promise of sex, where everything we say, do, wear, whatever is viewed as All About Men. A girl in a low-cut top at a convention is "obviously putting her assets on display." Girls adjusting their bikinis on the beach are "flaunting" their bodies. In one of the comments, FriendGuy's roommate added something to the effect of, "All men desire are women, and all women desire is to be desired by men," and that makes me so fucking SICK that I can't breathe.
Because, after all, it's a very short step from that to saying that women should find male attention flattering, no matter how uncomfortable it makes us. What, that guy's staring at your ass? Why, you should be flattered! Having a man pay attention to you is all you really want anyway, because why else would you stand where he could see you? It bothers you that your boss won't quit looking at your chest? You should feel honored and special, not insulted. It's your own fault for showing your cleavage, anyway.
And I think there are a lot of guys who don't understand this, who don't get how exhausting it is to be looked at, day after day, how tiring it can be to be treated as if your body exists for their benefit. How unnerving it can be when someone harasses you not because you're just some random person walking past, but because you happen to have breasts. Living in the city, I've had my fair share of freaky encounters with crazy, drunk, and/or scary people, but none of them have made me feel more unsafe or scared than the ones where my sex was an issue. Part of me always feels a little dumb by how upset I get over this -- after all, no one's ever tried to touch me or otherwise attack me. I feel as though people merely saying things shouldn't upset me as much as it does.
But every once in a while, a drunk guy will be there when I'm waiting at a crosswalk. He'll get in my space, slur that he wants to see my tits. Every once in a while, some otherwise innocuous man will pass me on the street and leer, tell me I'm beautiful, and when I ignore him he goes from sleazy to psychotic in less than a second and screams that I should just be a fucking prostitute, and when I keep walking, he yells after me, calls me a fucking whore, a filthy fucking whore. It's not fair that I'm the one to feel dirty and scared whenever this happens, like I'm being punished for being female, but that's how it goes, kid. We're nothing but tits and ass and cunt, and if we're not flattered by it, it's our own damn fault.
Obviously, most men aren't this reductionist in their thinking. I know FriendGuy isn't, nor are most of the guys in my acquaintance. But objectification can be subtle, and right now anything that remotely smacks of it pisses me the hell off. The OSBP was kind of triggery for reasons I don't really feel like going into right now, and while it was the good sort of triggery -- the kind that makes me angry as opposed to depressed -- I can't help but worry that I'm overreacting to the FriendGuy situation. I keep wanting to make excuses for him -- he's a nice guy, he genuinely loves women, he just didn't express himself very well -- but every time I do, I keep circling back to those words "flaunt" and "torment", to being told that I don't need to get my feathers ruffled.
I don't like it when people tell me not to get upset. Especially if I think there's something worth being upset about.
Ugh, whatever. I have no idea where I'm going with this. All I know is that I'm unhappy about it.
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Of course, I realize that not all girls are like me on this, but in my own experience and in conversations with other girls, there's a general agreement that bikinis are more comfortable for a wider variety of body types than one-pieces. Sure, some girls go to the beach specifically so that people will see them and admire their bodies. Other girls go to the beach because they want to lay in the sand, goof around in the water, get a tan, hang out with their friends. Just because you come from a background where modesty is the rule of thumb doesn't mean that it's the same way everywhere, and just because someone wears a bikini in hot weather to a beach doesn't mean they're specifically doing it just to be looked at.
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I feel this way about my everyday wear. I went through about six months (and even now still, I do it once or twice a week), where I would wear a white, button-up shirt, either my Slytherin or Hitman tie, a black skirt down to the knees, black knee highs, and a pair of Mary Janes. Once I started getting sexual attention from creepy men, I stopped for a brief amount of time before realizing, "Oh, hai. I wear this because I LOOK GOOD IN IT and because IT'S COMFORTABLE."
But then, whole background of modesty of thing, I felt like *I* was responsiblity for bringing their...fetish...whatever...to light. I'm a young, busty, rather nice-looking female, and I'm parading around in this? But then I realized that I wasn't parading around; I wasn't carrying myself any differently than normal, I was just Cynthia walking, talking, my legs and chest covered perfectly--so was it REALLY my fault that they took it sexually?
Do you think it's the same with bikinis? Perhaps I'm just jealous because I could never pull one off, but I've always known bikini girls who are there to just be looked at.
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