Friday, February 03, 2006
I've been thinking more about the penis movie and I have to say that, not only do I think it was kind of earnest and boring, I have to say that I think one problem we feminists have is that we're earnest and boring. Not as a whole. A lot of the third-wavers seem to be having some fun. But here, in Nashville, I'm not seeing too many third-wavers. More like second-and-a-half wavers, full of earnest boringness, reading our little statements agreed to by committee of respectful patronization of the kids we're trying to reach. God, it almost makes me long for a pack of man-hating baby-killers. At least they have passion. They have rage to fuel them. Wickedness. They have wickedness. Earnest boring feminists don't. And it seems to me that this is a big problem. Let's take a scenario: A girl in college comes up to you and says, "I'm going to law school." And you say, "Oh, you want to be a lawyer?" And she says, "No, I'm going to get married and stay at home with the kids." The earnest feminist respects that "choice" as if it's a valid feminist choice. As if all choices are equally valid if women choose them. As if women aren't capable of making dumb-ass decisions. But the wicked feminist can laugh, long and hard, when confronted with such dumb-assery. And really, I think, it's about time we started doing that. Feminism is supposed to provide an alternative to the current ways we pretend men and women have always been. How can we possibly do that if we don't act like our alternative is more fun? If we don't embody the fact that our alternative is more fun?