International Women’s Day

Happy International Women’s Day! In honor of this special day for women everywhere, Ms. Magazine has launched their new blog!

To check out the latest in women’s news across the globe, go to Ms. Blog at MsMagazine.com.

And, for an updated look at their special post for today, view:

How We’re Doing: International Women’s Day Edition.

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Born to Be…What?

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Over the last couple weeks I read two very interesting books centered on the future of humankind and concerns of population control.  Both proposed these extremist views of birth, life and death in the wake of a post-apocalyptic Earth.

In the Handmaid’s Tale, by Maragaret Atwood, the United States has become a hyper-religious police state where women are stripped of their rights as citizens. They fit into one of four classes: a Martha (housemaid/cook), a Wife (who is typically upperclass, but sterile), a Handmaid (surrogate) and an Aunt (teaches Handmaids).  All women are forced to wear conservative clothes that are a uniform of their class, concealing individuality and their bodies — handmaids wear red.

In the novel, handmaids are treated as slutty servants or worse, as incubators.  They cannot have relationships of their own and if they interact with the husbands without the wives present, they are punished.  The handmaids are also stripped of their identity, being named Offred or Ofren depending on the name of the man they are contracted to at a given time — like Fred or Ren.

The other book I’m reading, many people read in high school.  Brave New World, by Alduous Huxley, has a quite different portrayal of the future. Where the Handmaid’s Tale is stripped of sex, but uses women’s bodies as a rape of rights, Huxley created a future of test tube babies altered in utero to fit into destined castes.

I found the juxtaposition fascinating.  Each narrative has their own precise delineation of class and gender, speaking to society’s economic and racial  divisions.  In Huxley’s world, people are made to look different and think separate thoughts — inferiority and superiority are trained mantras and biologically created. In Atwood’s account, they are later separated depending on their biology — fertile or not?

One thing both of these books share (aside from a commentary on contemporary culture) is the removal of family.  Huxley makes the idea of family a perverse and heathen ritual of the past, where the word “mother” makes people want to vomit.  For Atwood, families are ripped apart. Children are not allowed to be with their true mothers, the handmaids.  Family is a construct built to perpetuate the human population, not to nurture with love and foster a happy life.

The most significant thing I found in reading these books together, is how women’s rights are inherently linked to the survival of family and individuality.  Without equal rights, humankind is just as any other animal — reproducing, or in the case of Huxley’s novel, replicating for the sake of survival.

There is no real living. There is no love.  There is no humanity. Whether you force the burden of pregnancy and birth on a woman or take it away, either way you deny her rights.  Choice promotes individuality and family.

And, what is most ironic: American teens read these books when they are in high school. Yet, for them, the lesson doesn’t stick.  They don’t see the connection between the books, themselves and our world.  Where are the brave and new changes to feminist thought?

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Nothing Civil About Women’s Rights

Countless articles about the lack of women’s rights in foreign countries beg the question  — what are men afraid of? Honestly, the way Afghan women are starved for not performing properly in bed; a journalist is punished for wearing pants in Sudan; and countless women are raped by rebel forces in the Republic of Congo — is absolutely horrifying.

Why would men treat women this way if they are not afraid of them and their capabilities? If fear is not the reason why men throughout history have dominated, objectified and marginalized women — then why?  What is it about society that continues to crush women, treating them as mere objects, animals or worse…

While circumstances in the U.S. are better than many others in terms of women’s rights, we are hardly objectification-free, lacking sexism or without abuse toward women. Working class women are the biggest sufferers of sexual harassment in the service industry as Barbara Ehrenreich observed in Nickel and Dimed: On Not Getting By in America and women are made into sexual objects pretty much anywhere you see in the media, on television and in film.

Yet, what people do not realize is the limitations, sterotypes and pressures these projections of women impress upon us.

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Case in point, Chickipedia — a website dedicated to the exploitation of women in encyclopedia form — a space where women’s measurements are displayed before their faces.

Exhibit two: sex videos and pole dancing numbers by Disney stars. The list goes on and on.

What do we do about this growing problem that leads to the portrayal of women’s value as superficial sexual entertainment for men? How do we prevent the eating disorders, lack of self-esteem and tendency towards beauty over brains that comes along with this subtle attack on women’s rights?

That’s a question I’d love to answer for myself, for teens who feel lost and any women who struggle with what she sees in the mirror instead of appreciating who she is inside. I guess the first step is awareness. Let’s be aware and start to change. Let’s find our place as equals instead of this archaic space of the sexualized object. Let’s put on some pants and fight back. Any ideas?

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Click-Worthy Obama

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Though the weather is icy in many parts of the country, less people are feeling the chill of the last eight years of President Bush’s regime as President Barack Obama warms the White House with his new policies, including the closing of Gitmo, his new economic stimulus plan and staying connected with the American people.  Thankfully, with the election and inauguration finally over, the media is no longer covering all things politics all the time — hahaha, yeah, right — now they are OBSESSED with monitoring President Obama’s every move all the time.  Rightfully so, given the excitement of fans and the cynicism of critics, but seriously, doesn’t the President get at least a week to get acclimated to White House life?

It appears not, with his hit-the-ground-running tactic during his first week.

While it is quite impressive, I’d like to see how he plans to stay connected with the American people, particularly the youth vote that helped him win the presidency.  Will he blog?  Will someone blog for him?  Many people found the switch on WhiteHouse.gov from Bush to Obama at noon on inauguration to be a mark of the new tech savvy administration, but how will this whole Web Presidency 2.0 work?  Surely, as the first president to have his inauguration streamed online via EVERY news site, his administration will get something together soon.  I’m hoping the success of CNN’s streaming video with Facebook will give them some new ideas for future press conferences and such.

How cool would it be to have different members of his office staff writing a blog post each day, or even once a week.  It could be something silly like jokes in the White House this week, or top snacks for Obama and his staff.  I don’t know — anything would be fun as long as it’s true, from the source and aimed at a younger audience.

If nothing else, everyone else is blogging about him, so I guess he doesn’t even have to bother with his desire to stay connected.

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Opening the Door

A Reflection on Inauguration Day

Tuesday, January 20, 2009 began as every other day as I awoke this morning. Yet, by the time I stepped down my front stoop and closed my red front door, something was different.  Did I forget my keys?  Nope.  Deodorant?  No, remembered that too.  As I shoved my keys back into my purse, my hands started to feel the bitterness that is January in New York.

Two kids trudge through the snow in front of me while I’m putting on my gloves and coming up with my passing strategy.  “Did you know that they are choosing one school out of all the boroughs?” the first kid asked.

“Aw man, that’s so cool.  I wish I could go to the inauguration!” replied the other.

These two seemingly normal middle school kids looked about as interested in politics as my 5’3” frame is interested in becoming the next center for the New York Knicks.  Yet, they were talking about the inauguration with such enthusiasm it made me proud to have overheard the conversation.  Only months ago I watched adults struggle in social situations with foreigners, wary of admitting their nationality abroad, but now, on the day of Barack Obama’s inauguration as President, these tweens were expressing their patriotism.  Though it was a little early in the morning to process this, it was only the beginning of such encounters throughout the Inauguration Day.

On the subway, a man quietly talked to his girlfriend as they clung to the pole together.  When the train stopped he started to leave.  He turned back to her.  “Obama,” the man whispered to his girlfriend lovingly as he stepped off the train. “Obama,” she said gently back to him.

Has Obama’s name moved beyond a symbol of hope, diversity, change and progress, becoming a pet name or an encouraging statement? Has his name now become so loaded with meaning it’s used among lovers when they part?  Though I seriously doubt this — after reading comments from viewers on Facebook while they watched the inauguration, reading countless editorials, blogs and articles about the new first family and seeing the tears in many people’s eyes as Obama was sworn in on the West Front Terrace of the Capitol — I wouldn’t put it past Americans at this point.

When I was in college I read a poem called “Lapis Lazuli,” by William Butler Yeats.  We studied it in an English class and we loved the idea of the poem and the title very much.  There was something special about it — we thought the title could represent whatever we wanted.  Anything we could dream up was Lapis Lazuli.  We also used the phrase in greetings and emails.  Farewell — Lapis Lazuli.  I’m sorry — Lapis Lazuli.

Maybe collectively Obama is our nation’s Lapis Lazuli. A special hope inside us that holds endless possibilities, awakening new dreams, new knowledge and a new dawn for everyone — no matter their age, nationality, or the time of morning.

Obama.