Showing posts with label Human Equality. Show all posts
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the Spring

This snapshot in time is girls almost women
coming in and out of my little home,
laughing and sharing,
so much stronger physically and emotionally
than some stereotypes might lead you to believe.
Maybe the boys know this and they
sidle up because they sense it.
You may say I'm wrong that boys are
visual and wild and that's why they're drawn,
but remember, i know some boys who've
done the growing up,
and I'd argue that their past wasn't all feral
I'd say you came 'round to get warm at our fires
and our bright warm safety drew you as much
as our glitter.
And though the critics say we make
too much of things --
that we overthink or complicate the simple,
we just quietly keep on loving each other and you.
We help you fan your own fires,
because we are a safe place to grow.
Perhaps we were right in the first place;
it's more complicated than you thought.
















When Kate Moss Made the Church Lose its Mind

To be fair, it wasn't Kate so much as a perfume ad.

In 1994, I was in law school.  When I passed in the hall, you'd get a whiff of C minuses and CK One.  Actually it was written "ck one."  The fragrance was marketed for women or men.  That was unique at the time.  The ads were black and white photographs of groups of waif-like humans in androgynous baggy jeans and t-shirts with Queen Street Urchin Kate Moss front and center.They were AMAZING, and the conservative church lost its flipping mind.

ck one was just another perfume, and the fashion of the 90s was just another trend...or was it?  At that time, I was riding the fence between entering the conservative church and still hanging on to my safer Methodist upbringing.  And let's be honest, my family was really into clothes, so I was torn.  But my position means I got to hear preaching where the conservatives called these gender-neutral fashions the beginning of the end.  Looking back, I like to think of it as one step towards freedom.  But the church wasn't going down without a fight.  

During the 90s and 2000s, they started frantically teaching about the differences between genders.  Books like "Bringing up Boys," and "Wild at Heart," taught vehemently that males were different from females, needed a battle and mission in life, and should be raised and shaped toward this natural bent.

The B Side of the church's LP was books like "Captivated" and "A Woman after God's Own Heart."  Women were taught that their heart's desire was to be cherished, whereas the men's highest need was respect.  The gist was that God created the genders to be very different yet complementary.  At its best, the goal in a marriage, or even in church leadership, was a beautiful design that works effectively to represent God's will and Jesus' own relationship with the church. 

By the 2000s I'd jumped totally into the conservative boat (cue Titanic violins), and eventually became a stay-at-home mom.  I participated in bible studies that were teaching us to put on lipstick and look nice when your husband came home from work because he'd had a hard day was re-entering his haven of calmness where he was respected as head of the home.

I remember my mother who was raised in the 1950s being surprised, wondering why we were all going "backwards."  She also knew mothers worked their bony asses off, so she'd tell me, "Leave that vacuum out and the lipstick off or the husbands will have no idea what it is like there all day!"  We didn't listen, because "Hell yeah, women who fought for feminism, we ARE going backwards!  We are taking this train all the way back to Mary and Martha times, bitches."

I could tell you how I tried for years to learn and implement the teachings in my life and home.  But when I look back today at those ads, I don't think of my own experience.  I think of every person who never felt like they fit in the gender assigned to them from birth.  I think of adolescents who never felt like they fit in their own skin but couldn't say it.  I remember the day awhile back - but not nearly far enough back in time -- hearing on The Moth series the story of a woman who had transitioned finally in her 40s.  This was after years of struggling with her identity and attempting suicide more than once because the world wouldn't accept her trying to live so that her external matched her internal makeup.  

I think of how the polarized teaching of two genders makes it difficult for MOST people, not just a few like the conservatives like to believe.  You don't have to be transgendered to feel like you are constantly falling short in fitting the prescribed box of male or female.  Years ago, I sat in those bible studies (even taught some unfortunately) and saw a lot of women feeling like failures.  Simultaneously, men's retreats springing up so that men could share how they felt they were not the men they were expected to be by the church and society.  Unfortunately, in each group, the teaching was mostly to recommit to the mission.

No one wins when everyone has to fit.  Because no one really fits.

Do I believe there are traits that possibly fall towards what we call a male or female bent?  Sure.  But I will support gender being a spectrum.  When I see young people who feel free to dress and behave and identify however they feel, I feel joy, because they've got at least a hair more freedom than people from past generations.  Many probably struggled alone and behind the scenes.  I don't think it's an exaggeration to assume we lost quite a few.  

Maybe ck one was just a fragrance with a creative ad campaign.  Or maybe, the conservative church was correct that it represented seeds of change of the times.  Maybe they were right to freak out because the landscape was changing.  I certainly hope so.  Thank you, Queen Kate.  Now go have a cheeseburger and relax.  You did a good job, Honey.






"i respected a girl and i liked it"

"I love your writing.  You are one of the few women who inspire me."  [elder at my former church]


"I don't like any female comedians, but I like you." [a mostly-sober guy at comedy club]

In my 20s, 30s, and early 40s, when I was commended for my performance in these areas, my gut reaction was "Awesome!  I made it.  I've crossed barriers and won over the unexpected fan.  I must be exceptionally clever to challenge his prior opinions."  I felt honored and complimented. 
 

I am a late bloomer. I no longer feel either. 
In addition, I apologize to the women who learned this years ago, because when you spoke out, inwardly I judged you for your angry indignation.
I was wrong.

Since then, I've learned those "compliments" were not compliments.  They were highly offensive.  When someone tells you they like you or your work as a member of a race/gender/group in this fashion, they are telling you that they like it because you are not what they usually think of your group. You surprised them.  They did not expect you to offer them something they could find from someone in their own class of humans.  

On reflecting, I realize how little they expected from me as a woman - from women in general.  I took the compliment gratefully, because somewhere deep inside of me, maybe I didn't expect much from women either.  I wanted to be one who crossed over gender lines.  I wanted my words to be palatable to men.  I thought of it as playing tennis:  When I look for a tennis partner, I want to "play up," with a better partner so I am challenged and play better.  I don't want to plunk around the court with someone who plays worse.
Shame on me for believing this was "playing up."

I guess I'm grateful for their honesty.  I sense there is a self-congratulatory feeling that they've been open and accepting to new ideas.  Honestly, they were pleasantly surprised.  And maybe because they were open enough to be surprised once, they will be more open to others in the future.  Weirdly hopeful in a gross way.
 
A strength that grew out of this underestimation is that women or any other group late to the party in receiving rights has the strength of being flexible and adaptable.  This is out of necessity.  We expect to be inspired, entertained, taught by different genders and races.  We must.  I don't mean we are born better or stronger, we just haven't had as many choices.  If for no other reason, quantity-wise, for centuries we haven't had film, literature, comedy made by as many people like us - readily available anyway.  If we limited ourselves to teachers like us, we would have a very narrow scope.  I realize my choices are vast compared to those of my grandmother or great-grandmother, but the disparity exists still.

A scary thought is that I was born in 1971 and thought I was beyond being affected by gender issues.
I played the life-game well; I have been privileged.  In my 20s, I didn't know the underlying problems and prejudices, because honestly, they didn't blocked my major life choices.  This is because of  women who fought for me years before I was born.  They were angry, and I didn't have to be.
Thank you women.
Thank you.
I know why you were angry, and I'm sorry I once wished you'd been a little cuter and softer and more winsome in your behavior.  I am so so sorry.  Because I was privileged is most likely the reason I was able to choose and even promote the conservative theology of gender roles.  While I wasn't raised under it, I opted in as an adult.

In the conservative church, there is strong emphasis on gender roles being equal, but different.  It can be very scary to some people when gender roles get blurred.  I remember back in the 90s people freaking out because fashion trends became androgynous.  Calvin Klein made a fragrance called CK One that was for anyone.  We could have learned more about people's needs from that.  Instead I saw the conservative church double-down and teach gender roles stridently, polarizing men and women in a way my parents didn't even quite understand.  I remember describing things I was taught in women's bible studies and her thinking we were going backwards towards roles she hadn't even lived through.  In the early 2000s, books and bible studies like Bringing up Boys, Wild at Heart, and a Vision for Biblical Womanhood were the top choices in my church. 

In conservative theology, the message is that there are two different genders.  Each gender has roles, but these roles are equal.  This theology supports the foundation for complementariansim in church leadership as well, precluding women from being in leadership as pastors, elders or teachers over anyone but children and other women.  They can "share" in a group with males, but not teach. 

 Supposedly, the genders complement each other, at best in a beautiful way ordained by God.  I'm not saying that this can't happen.  BUT hardly anyone fits any role or gender perfectly.  That alone maybe isn't a good argument for tossing out a set of ideals.  However, I'd offer just this:  If you implement a system of "separate but equal" roles and rights for any race, gender or people group, be sure to ask people on BOTH sides of that system how it's working for them.
And ask regularly.  Because there are some people who sense immediately that things are askew.  Because a system looks correct from your side does NOT mean it is working.

I imagine conservatives are having a much harder time now that many say gender is a spectrum and that gender is not divided into two simple categories.  I cannot speak personally for the church's opinion because I've left it.  I CAN speak to my experience knowing a wider variety of people though.  And I value that much more.  I'd rather learn people than systems or theories. 

The more people you know, the more you know that no one fits a stereotype or gender perfectly.  If you see someone who appears to fit, I'd wonder how comfortable they are internally.  If you don't know a gay man who has chosen to marry to a woman because he believes it is God's will that he suppress his sexuality...well then, you haven't been to enough conservative churches.  Am I saying it's not his choice to do that?  Of course not.  I'm only saying I don't think it is necessary. 

 I'd argue that the more we are different, the more we are the same.  Let's all expect less and more from each other.  Less assuming we know what someone feels and thinks based on their gender and more assuming we are similar in our basic human desires to love and be loved, respect and be respected, and cherish and be cherished.   

Today, if that elder told me he was rarely inspired by women writers, I'd say, "Honey, then you aren't reading enough writing by women."  And when that man told me women comediennes never made him laugh, and his girlfriend agreed by saying, "IT'S TRUE!  Women don't make him laugh!" I'd take her aside and say, "Why the hell are you dating him?"  And then I'd lead her away for a long chat while he had a chance to learn more on his own.

 










sandbox


I used to write.

I used to write so much that other people called me a writer.
I didn't believe them, but that was how much I wrote.

I wrote in all lowercase letters.
They seemed approachable, unimposing, gentle.
I overused ellipses because periods seemed harsh and bossy.

On Thursdays, I met with a woman who asked me to choose a figure from a basket and place it anywhere I wanted in a small sandbox.  I chose a baby deer.  Then she asked me to add a second.  I chose a person swinging a stick and I buried it in the corner under the sand.

In a place I couldn't get at ease,  I created the coziest, tiniest nook anyone over five feet tall ever fit, and "fit" is a loose term, because my knees were too tall for the writing desk.  But the nook had soft lighting and muted drawings. If I faced forward, nowhere else existed.

I practiced having lowercase hands that patted and opened to every person I met.
I assumed everyone may be coming out into the world from a cozy nook, braving the elements, and anything but kindness might scare them back in.
Because, you just never know.

I dreamed about a new place where I could enter each room freely.
I prayed and searched and visited and waited.  I shopped for tables, coffee, kitchen and side ones, and realized that everything I wanted was circular.  Anything with the hint of a sharp corner, turned me on my heel and sent me back towards the furry blanket displays.

I dreamed about a place, but was doubtful.  You never know if your mind just can't handle sharp corners anywhere.  Maybe it's you.  Maybe you'll be fashioning nooks or nests anywhere you light the rest of your life.

The woman asked me to choose a figure to place near the fawn.
I chose a lion wearing a crown.  Not a scary roaring one.  It sat tall and serene and I placed her just in front of the fawn protectively.  She said choose another also, so I placed a tiny soldier behind the fawn for backup.  I named him Kevin.  I said he was small and in training, but feisty and had heart.  She said I didn't need to name him, and truthfully, this activity was supposed to be less verbal than I making it.

I made it to a new place.
I stood up to my full height (minus my shepherd's crook posture) the moment I entered.
I roamed through each tiny room and exhaled.
I wasn't sure where the cozy nook should be.  For weeks, I tried different areas.  Nowhere was just right.  Finally I realized, all four rooms were my nest.
I breathed and found I didn't notice whether there were sharp corners or not.
My coffee table is round, but frankly a rectangle would hold more books.  I'm considering.

When the sandbox was full, I asked what it meant.  What happened to the figures?  Who are they?
"You," she said.
"The fawn?" I asked.
"All of them."
I was skeptical.  "The soldier...the one under the sand...the lion in the crown...."
"Correct."

I didn't believe her.
Until today.





from shel silverstein's Hug of War



















"and perhaps the sexes are more akin than people think,
and the greatest renewal of the world will perhaps consist in one phenomenon:
that man and woman,
freed from all mistaken feelings and aversions,
will seek each other not as opposites ...
but as brother and sister,
as neighbors,
and will unite as human beings"
--rilke (1903)

memphis




I went to Memphis
I saw the Lorraine
I went to the bank of the Mississippi and said "look kids - over there is Arkansas!"
they said, "...yuck."
yeah.
well.

we drove on in a minivan
full of feet and cheezits.
I bought a basket on a corner made by the women.
artists for money, not for hobby or filling time
the women who weave are fighting for their lives
the baskets are the only thing they've got left to give.
do you fight?  who do you fight? 
I fight.  i fight me. 
and I fight hard like tyler damn durden
hey, come fight me.  you look less determined and a bit tired.
is it because you're a vegan?

in the van dozing, I dream about a going away party.
I attend with a painstakingly chosen gift.
is the gift right?  is it wrong?  I worry all nap
while I should be dreaming about flying and dating bradley cooper.
I wake.
I see the basket I bought.  is it right? is it wrong?  I worry all day
while I should be flying and dating bradley cooper.

bradley.  brads.
twirly whirly brass delights 
uh oh it's a tack, don't poke yourself, honey!
"no mom no - look - the back butterflies out and now you can make anything." 

oh yeah? anything? 
a car?  the great American novel?  the fighting stop?  racism end?  men respect women respect men?  religion bow to god?"
...
...
"damn, mom. 
I meant like a pinwheel."

oh.
yeah.
cool.
make that.
make me one too.