Sunday, February 28, 2010

Feminism

Dear all,

Thanks for allowing me to subject you to my thoughts on feminism. A good part of it is jargon that has to do with the piece of writing by Mary Wollstonecraft and the content of the class.
I haven't posted in forever so here goes. The link for the piece: https://docs.google.com/Doc?docid=0Abv7vmrys1SgZGc0NmMyc2dfMTM5Y3IzZGhjbjY&hl=en
On another note, part of the reason I haven't posted is because I've began to loathe my own writing. It's strange and hopefully I'll get over it soon.
I hope all is well in your lives. If it's not, let me know.

Cheers,

Benji


Benjamin Fogarty
Wollstonecraft Response
Ryan D. Chaney
3/1/10

Third-wave Feminism's Curse: Socio-economically liberal notions of equality and freedom

Wollstonecraft’s arguments for equality have painted a clear picture of patriarchal tendencies in western society's history. It seems hard to debate the notion that there has been visible progress in gender equality since the days she wrote her vindication, yet in practice it's possible to see how the problem has been disguised in what seems to be a play of language. At the root, they are the exact same inequalities, but have been transformed into what seem to be advances. Today it's not a question of social inequality: women are looked at as the same as men in line to pay, at the restaurant and at the workplace. It's a question of a lack of freedom to escape the expectations that come with being a woman privately (as individuals), while being forced to be like men publically. This is most marked in socio-economics, where women, to date in America, still attempt to prove that they can work as much as men and limit themselves to meager vacation time when pregnant. Women are equal to men, but chained to being “woman” in man's demented terms.
There is still a clear difference between the role a woman has to play in American society and that a man does, although it's disguised behind a veil of social “equality.” This is what could be considered a liberal social and economic point of view. Rousseau proposed an equality of a sort that enables and emphasizes freedom. Following his logic that equality leads to freedom, women should have the freedom to act as they will. The problem is that the idea of what it means to be a woman is constructed by a male-dominated patriarchal society. Women gaining equality in liberal society has only come to mean that they are now free to try to occupy the same positions in society that men do. They are free to try to be like men. The newly acquired freedom leads women who know of the historically unequal male/female relationship to act unnaturally in the name of exerting their womanhood and establishing equality. They're never emancipated, however, from the heavy expectation on women to behave like women (i.e. feminine, sensitive, caring, motherly, beautiful, soft-spoken, hospitable). In the USA, equality is alive and well in the politically correct discourse of corporations, politics and common knowledge, but not in practice. In practice, in the name of equality, women are supposed to fit neatly into a predetermined female role (color associations, dress codes, behavioral codes, aesthetic codes), such that they seem to have freedom to be “feminine,” when in reality they are being robbed of any robust notion of freedom. This is where second wave feminism went wrong, however, it's been two decades and Americans still haven't realized that there's a third wave. Our inability to see through the watered down liberal notion of equality (amongst many other things) is precisely what's killing the third wave.
Being feminist today is still portrayed as women trying to take the power from men. This notion doesn't encourage a fundamental change in gender relations and male-dominated politics. Economically, women are socialized into unequal positions reinforced by both men an women who participate in that society. A middle class American woman would be indignant if she weren't allowed to wear female clothing to the work place. If a woman diverges from her expected role, she will suffer tremendous psychological suffering and be socially shunned. In this sense, women clamor for their own unfreedom in the name of equality of petty a-political freedom of choice and expression. This turns what seems to be freedom into its disguised opposite that reinforces itself with the very subjects it chains. Wollstonecraft would roll over in her grave.
Men need to accept that women don't want to be men, that's why they're women. They don't need to be “equal” to men. Equality only brings women down to the pitiful level of gender and power relations constructed around the “man” in American society. Women need to stop painstakingly avoiding the opposites of freedom, equality and emancipation in relation to men. They need to stop reacting to the terms that neoliberals leave behind for them and decide where they want these now empty terms to take them.
Last to consider is the tremendous potential of women to bring about structural changes in culture, society, politics and economics. There is much at stake in liberal society for women to continue being women. Behind this idea is the preservation of the institution of the family, part and parcel of the economy sustaining the liberal project. It would be as simple as escaping the stigma easily attached to the obstructive notion of feminism as unfeminine, which proves to be immensely difficult. In liberalism, just as the notion of equality is perverted, the barriers that seem the smallest are actually the biggest, and those that seem the biggest might actually be the smallest.

In conclusion, check it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oftOCN1jkNo&feature=player_embedded

Monday, February 22, 2010

Boxes

I'm moving and packing. Packing because I’m moving I suppose. So far I have 3 bags with clothes, 2 boxes FULL of books, 1/2 a box with shoes and still some stuff to go.
It's an odd feeling moving. They say it's a traumatic experience. So far I’ve stressed about money, stressed about my key cause it didn't want to double lock my door and now I’m melancholic because I have to go. I never thought I’d fill up around 6 boxes/bags in a year and a half. Never thought I’d build up memories that quickly here. And I’m only talking about the material things now.
I'm slowly packing my emotional ones. Counting the meals that I’ll still have with my aunt and uncle. The times I hear them downstairs. I'm going to miss the TV criticism. The eating on the couch, the comforting. I'm going to miss the books. This house is full of them. French, Spanish, German, English and Dutch. It's better than the Pana library. I'm going to miss my aunts cooking, the desserts, and the neatness of the kitchen. I'm definitely going to long for the Guatemalan things tucked away in corners, the tastes of other cultures in others. The coffee after dinner and the tea at 10.
I'm putting my memories in boxes, metal, waterproof, fire proof and hopefully Alzheimer’s proof. I'm locking up the smells, the sounds and the smiles. But thankfully it's not good bye.

I'm happy to have my own place, but that's another story for another time.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

just wanted to say i love you guys

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Inspire me

Inspire me to be great
Inspire me to be wonderful,
Inspire me to fullfill my dreams.
Yes dear me,
Inspire me.

I want to do things
people have dreamed of
I want to do things
others have been to scared to
but mainly,
I want to do things
my heart yearns to.
Because then, only then
i'm inspiring myself

I don't get inspired by a picture, words, deeds. But i want to inspire myself. I want to look at my pictures and be proud of what i've done. I want to read my words and know they are my own. I want to know that my talent is appreciated, at least by me. So i'm asking myself to be my own inspration. To work hard, to go out and take pictures, to live on my own even though I am scared. I want to go out into the world and know that even if i can't find it in others, i always have my own muse.


PS but if you want to inspire me, go ahead, together, we'll change the world

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Dream log entry 2/3/10

War broke out. civil war with nukes. Flying over a desert, planes dropped a circle of explosives for a larger major explosion. I was going to die, I had a friend there, we were to jump i think with a parashoot. Next i remember holding onto grass at a very steep grassy hill. Sliding a little, mom scared, sebastian there. We watched a confederate batallion march by. Saw a straggler go bye close as we watched. He was yelling southern-sounding things.
I was going to do heroin. I did it twice, injected. I woke up and I felt better, as if the drug was actually in me.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Monday, February 1, 2010

everyone?? where are you?

waiting on a post...where is it???