Friday, May 4, 2012

Let's Get Romantic...FRANKENSTEIN Style

I was going through an old flash drive today and I came across some of my old papers from UVM. Some of them were early drafts, others were half-asses bullshit that I am amazed I turned in, and some were more or less legit. Here is one that I remember distinctly. I had forgotten to turn in my works cited page, originally left out page numbers, and apparently missed an entire page during my proofreading stage. I ultimately fixed all that because my professor was also my advisor and pretty much insisted that I do so even though my grade was finalized.  The thing about the grade was that it was fine. My Professor's note was "This paper really should be in the B range if I go by the component rubric, but I'm going to give you an A- because it was so well written." What a shame that he was the only person who ever got to read it! Not anymore. I know how much everyone loves an 8 page critical essay of some old-ass books.


Emma Sklar
12.15.09
ENGS 144
Final Essay            Inter-subjective Relationships in Emma and Frankenstein
                                          (Reciprocal Acknowledgment in Romantic Literature)

We will be victimized by the Frankenstein Factor, by being intimidated by the method rather than focusing on the effect. No technology to date has been able to dehumanize and demoralize with the power of drugs, poverty, neglect, despair, narcissism, and blind hedonism (Gaylin, p. 23).
Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein and Jane Austen’s Emma explore human relationships at nearly opposite ends of the literary spectrum. The first is dark in tone and imagery and laden with dire circumstance, while the latter is effervescent and seems disinterested in man’s potential for evil. However, both texts present the issue of the individual need for reciprocal acknowledgement, or a truly inter-subjective relationship. The Creature first needs victor to recognize his subjective consciousness, and later asks for another creature to be made, upon realizing that a reciprocal relationship with a human was impossible. Emma’s situation at the beginning of the novel is one of “suffering from intellectual solitude”. In both situations, there is a desperate need for recognition and an inevitable desire for romantic union. In the context of British Romanticism, both of these novels make explicit the inherent conflicts in the discussion of the self and individual human consciousness.
Frankenstein’s Creature is in the unique position of remembering the birth of
his own consciousness. Unlike most humans, The Creature was not granted reciprocal interaction with other conscious beings during the formation of this consciousness, and as a result, The Creature experiences a profound feeling of incompletion.
It is with considerable difficulty that I remember the original era of my being; all the events of that period appear confused and indistinct. A strange multiplicity of sensations seized me, and I saw, felt, heard, and smelt at the same time; and it was, indeed, a long time before I learned to distinguish between the operations of my various senses. By degrees, I remember, a stronger light pressed upon my nerves, so that I was obliged to shut my eyes. Darkness then came over me and troubled me, but hardly had I felt this when, by opening my eyes, as I now suppose, the light poured in upon me again. […]It was dark when I awoke; I felt cold also, and half frightened, as it were, instinctively, finding myself so desolate…I was poor, helpless, miserable wretch; I knew, and could distinguish, nothing; but feeling pain invade me on all sides, I saw down and wept (Shelley, p.88).

           
Here, The Creature’s existence has no order, and his emotions are subject to the chaos that most humans have the luxury of forgetting. This feeling of dejection at the end of the passage suggests that part of Frankenstein’s failure was in creating a being that would be thrust into the world alone when inter-subjective interactions are crucial to the formation of normal human consciousness. The Creature’s rage and destruction are born of his alienation (“What chiefly struck me was the gentle manners of these people, and I longed to join them, but dared not (Shelley, p. 95).”). The resulting guilt over his assault on innocent victims only fuels the cycle. This guilt suggests that the consciousness that The Creature possesses is basically human, but perverted by its being unrecognized by other humans. Guilt implies empathy, and within empathy live the traces of commonality. The intricacies of The Creature’s consciousness are un-doubtably human, but without recognition he is fragmented, and thus ultimately doomed.
Frankenstein originally rejects his creature based on his objectionable physical appearance, much as he rejects a possible mentor earlier in the story based on superficial qualities.
M. Krempe was a little squat man with a gruff voice and repulsive countenance; the teacher, therefore, did not prepossess me in favour of his pursuits (Shelley, p. 36).
Scientifically, The Creature is a marvel, and other than his horrifying appearance there is not much that wrong with him (granted his being made from once-dead body parts, much worse images of how he could have turned out come to mind). Victor’s intense reaction to The Creature’s gruesome appearance is laced with the notion that The Creature is somehow responsible for this reality and is thus not deserving of any attempts on Victor’s part to confront his creation. This calls into question the mental status of Victor in the wake of his isolation. His lack of human interaction may have stunted his judgment and hindered his ability for compassion.
I beheld the wretch- the miserable monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain of the bed; and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixated on me. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks. He might have spoken, but I did not hear; one hand was stretched out, seemingly to detain me, but I escaped and rushed downstairs (Shelley, p. 46).
 Victor flees the Creature and does not return, although The Creature has not yet committed any egregious acts. In his essay “The Sublime”, Edmund Burke quotes a passage from Paradise Lost to show how obscurity and darkness are naturally conducive to terror.
The other shape,
            If shape it might be called that shape had none
            Distinguishable, in member, joint, or limb;
            Or substance might be called that shadow seemed;
            For each seemed either; black he stood as night;
            Fierce as ten furies; terrible as hell;
            And shook a deadly dart. What seemed his head
            The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
                                                Paradise Lose, II, 666-73(Burke, p. 331)
The parallels between the language of Victor’s description of The Creature and this description of the “king of terrors” are indicative of Victor’s connection to fear through visual representations of evil. Burke says that in order to “make anything very terrible, obscurity seems in general to be necessary (Burke p. 330).” Victor obscures The Creature’s true form by fleeing from him, and thus his terror is inevitable, and since The Creature’s consciousness is developed in part through his relationship to Victor, that terror is inherent to The Creature’s understanding of himself. Obscurity is the opposite of reciprocal acknowledgement between two conscious beings. Victor has made it impossible for The Creature to ever have an un-obscured relationship with humanity. The Creature is aware of this absence and attempts to reconcile his position in the world by asking Victor to create another being, who is assume top be female for romantic purposes.
I am alone and miserable; man will not associate with me; but one as deformed and horrible as myself would not deny herself to me. My companion must be the same species and have the same defects. This being you must create (Shelley, p. 125).
Victor ultimately refuses. The Creature cannot forgive him. Both characters are thus poised to follow a path of misery and destruction.
Emma’s circumstances are somewhat less gloomy, but her actions in Emma are driven by similar desires to those that motivate the Creature in Frankenstein. Emma’s privileged position in her community guarantees her a certain level of recognition, but not the kind of recognition that allows Emma to assert her individuality. For that Emma must seek out relationships in which she can exercise her consciousness. Emma is lacking in “equal” companionship.  Her various advantages are listed early in the novel in order to explain why Emma finds such companionship difficult to find.
The real evils, indeed, of Emma’s situation were the power of having rather too much her own way, and a disposition to think a little too well of herself: these were the disadvantages which threatened alloy to her many enjoyments. The danger, however, was at present so unperceived, that they did not by any means rank as misfortunes with her. (Austen, p.1

 Soon after, it is explained why such a condition is problematic for Emma.

It was true that her friend was going only half a mile from them; but Emma was aware that great must be the difference between a Mrs. Weston, only half a mile from them, and a Miss Taylor in the house; and with all her advantages, natural and domestic, she was now in great danger of suffering from intellectual solitude. (Austen, p. 2)

It is this lack (or “suffering”) that keeps Emma busy meddling in the lives of people over whom Emma can assert her influence. In her exchanges with Harriet, Emma only sees the ways in which Harriet needs improvement, rather than the strengths that Harriet already has. The idea that Harriet might have opinions of her own is unimportant to Emma’s quest. This behavior makes clear that Emma is not only in need of a reciprocal relationship, but she is also in need of the ability to recognize in other people a consciousness equal to her own.
            Despite its narrow frame of reference, Emma’s world is one more relatable than that of Frankenstein. The characters operate under reasonable motivations, and contain just enough contradictions to make sense as real people. The relationships in Emma seem to either work or not work based on the presence of inter-subjective understanding between those involved. Emma’s relationship with Harriet early on does not operate in a reciprocal fashion, and the results are indicative of Austen’s tendencies in forming her characters. These tendencies are explained in Hina Nazar’s essay “The Imagination Goes Visiting: Jane Austen, Judgment, and The Social.”
Austen identifies individuals as socially embedded persons whose subjectivity is developed, in significant ways, in an inter-subjective context. To make this claim is not to reduce subjectivity to its social determinants, or to identify to individual as a social being only; it is however, to interrogate our attraction to a self-legislating subjectivity that has nothing to learn from others. (Nazar, p. 157)

Emma certainly operates within these conventions, and it is only through her bad
behavior that she can come close to the point of interrogation which Nazar describes. Control is an important theme in Emma, and much of her interactions with Harriet depend on her want for being in control. What is revealed to her through the ultimate backfires of her schemes in regard to Harriet is that the world does not always operate in accordance to her suppositions. Emma’s uncomfortable cart ride with Elton (when it  has recently become obvious that he was not interested in Harriet but in her instead) plays the role of a moment of recognition for Emma. However, Emma does not change her behavior after this. That recognition had not yet synthesized into self-interrogation. In her essay “Emma and Miss Bates: Early Experiences of Separation and the Theme of Dependency in Jane Austen’s Novels”, Margaret Moore elaborates on Emma’s issues with social failure and lack of control.
Jane Austen’s heroines not infrequently react to painful social situations by physical withdrawal…If physical withdrawal is impossible, mental withdrawal is an approved defense, provided it does not conflict with social responsibilities. Where neither physical nor mental withdrawal is permissible, role reversal is commonly adopted. The heroine consoles herself with the thought that in the deepest sense it is others who are dependent and she who is in control (Moore-p. 575).

 Emma’s use of manipulation and disguised motives are certainly not the product of reciprocal respect between she and her friends, and the failure of her projects is an indicator of the problem with self-centered operations. Emma ultimately ends up with one of the only people who can accurately see her for both her faults and charms. However, there is evidence that Emma’s ability to partake in a relationship will always be tainted by her proclivity towards self-indulgence.
While he spoke, Emma’s mind was most busy, and, with all the wonderful velocity of thought, had been able- and yet without losing a word- to catch and comprehend the exact truth of the whole; to see that Harriet’s hopes had been entirely groundless, a mistake, a delusion, as complete a delusion as any of her own- that Harriet was nothing; that she was everything herself; that what she had been saying relative to Harriet had been all taken as the language of her own feelings; and that her agitation, her doubts, her reluctance, her discouragement, had been all received as discouragement herself. (Austen, p. 372)
This passage comes directly after Mr. Knightly has professed his love for Emma, and yet none of her thoughts focus on him, despite being in reference to him. Emma reciprocates what she decides is love for Mr. Knightly, but this passage suggests that this love is constructed. Even if she does want Knightly for herself, part of her motivation seems to lie in Harriet not having him. It is unclear whether or not Emma reciprocates this clarity in her understanding of Mr. Knightly’s true character, but her move towards a relationship where that recognition is a step towards an interrogative relationship with herself. Emma is probably too young to have stopped alienating people with her ego-centrism, but the slight reparations made by the end of the novel enforce the importance of reciprocal relationships.
Frankenstein did not build a monster. He built what could have been human and turned him into something monstrous by rejecting him. Emma is unsure of what her life is lacking, but she senses a lack and sets forth to correct it. Both Emma and Frankenstein’s Creature are born of unique conditions that dictate some form of isolation. Even though Emma is often conceited and somewhat conniving, and The Creature is responsible for several deaths, both characters are innocent in their initial intentions; they wanted to break their isolation and enter into some kind of meaningful relationship with another human being. The characters in these novels show that no matter how strong an “I” might be, there is always weakness in standing alone.
           







             

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

An Excercise In Not Taking Myself Too Seriously

I was going to do a Real Book post today and I just didn't like the way my voice was sounding and my piano playing is particularly atrocious today. It was making me feel bad about myself and generally frazzling my composure. I realized that was silly. My blog shouldn't stress me out. But I wanted to get something recorded today so I decided to sing a song partially in a silly voice. I also decided to wear a ridiculous hat. I chose a Beatles song because John Lennon was always asking engineers to make his voice not sound like his voice. All My Lovin came up on my Pandora while I was working out last night and its been stuck in my head so I whipped out our Beatles fake book and got down to business. I did change the key on this one because my Silly Voice is a little inflexible.









Here is the same video sped up to 110%  just for fun.


Monday, April 30, 2012

Some Thoughts on Ski Racing and Ski Racing Academies

One of sports at which I excelled when I was younger was alpine ski racing. Between the ages of 7 and eleven I won a few races, racked up some hardware (they give medals for 1st-10th place in a lot of junior races which is probably excessive but still really awesome), and built confidence in my abilities. By the end of the 2001-2002 season, when I was thirteen, I wasn't a state champion but one time I won a race because the girl who did end up being the state champion disqualified when she went around the wrong side of the last gate so I convinced myself that I COULD have be a state champion and eventually a bonafide supahstahhhh.  This was a prophecy that never self-fulfilled but it would be several years before I would acknowledge the overwhelming evidence suggesting that alpine ski racing was not going to be one of the things that I was even close to being the best at. Unfortunately, by the time I realized this I was already well into my sophomore year at a ski racing academy. Fortunately, because the school was"elite" and contained only 100 students, it satisfied my need to be special and superior, if not within the school then at least compared to most other people on earth.  Furthermore, because our soccer team was tiny and I was a standout player, I had more than my fair share of  bolstering praise. I just want to be clear that I do appreciate my unique high school experience albeit for unintended reasons. I stayed all four years and I'm not convinced public school would have been any better but I figure the ski racing academy experience is one that not a whole lot of people have insight into and as far as I know it hasn't been written about too much. This might be because, from what I've heard, some ski racing academies don't really make you learn how to write. Not mine. Mine was academically solid, for the record. So without further hooplah, here is some uninvited criticism.

The thing about ski racing is that you need to have money to do it. It's not like baseball or basketball where you can learn to play in the streets or city funded rec leagues and have a Cinderella career. You need to have access to a decent ski hill and a race program and there's really no way around those startup costs even if you end up being a prodigy and someone funds the whole thing for you. I happened to grow up near a prominent east coast ski resort and the ski racing academy I would later attend happened to be a reasonable drive from my house. Equipment and fees for junior races are substantial, but they aren't unmanageable for a family with financial stability and generous grandparents. However, a large bulk of the people who get into the sport aren't necessarily locals and those fees aren't the only costs to factor into the sport. They are people from the city (or state less generously endowed, mountain-wise) who own weekend houses near the resort. Or they are locals, but they are rich locals who live in the more prime locations near the resort. The point is that overall, the sport has a very moneyed vibe and it is a relatively small community on the East Coast and within the US. Skiers are pretty hardcore athletes so individuals in the sport are driven and generally inoffensive but I always felt like I was having some strange recurring nightmare whenever I was getting ready in the lodge before a race. It's all the same people at most races and a lot of the people are kind of all the same person, statistically speaking. From Connecticut or the suburbs of Boston or NYC and hopefully bound for Middlebury or Dartmouth. Probably really into The Dave Matthews Band. I'm not saying I have a problem with people who are that person but it's a whole lot of one type of person to be spending a lot of time with if you aren't that person, you know?

There are scholarships and sponsorships and other means to ensure that the most talented people don't get excluded, but it isn't a very practical sport for those with "potential" unless that "potential" has a big old side serving of "unlimited funds".  There are off-season ski camps in Europe, South America, or wherever has snow. There is non-skiing training equipment and physical therapy for when you inevitably destroy your knees, ankles, shoulders and feet. All of this is "optional" as far as the higher-ups at ski academies are officially concerned, but ski coaches are a lot like Jewish grandmas, and guilt is one of their favorite motivational tools. For example, mountain biking is a great off season training activity and one coach in particular was really intent on having us all do it two or three times a week. Did I/Do I like mountain biking? No. It scares me shitless. Did I have enough money to buy a nice enough bike to make me feel any better about it? No, and more importantly I strongly felt that I should not be expected to go out a buy a mountain bike but I will gladly roller skate or run through courses or lift weights or any of the many other off season training options, thank you. But that wasn't really an acceptable response. Why don't I borrow someone elses bike with better shocks? Because I am not a good mountain biker and I'm pretty worried that I'll break it and not be able to afford to pay to have it fixed. Why not cut back on other things and save your money? You'll always be able to use a good mountain bike! No, I won't, because I hate it and I only do it when you force me to. Also, what money?

The issue of paying for training camps isn't any easier to navigate. These are usually 2 or 3 week commitments in places like Switzerland or Argentina and they happen in the summer and the fall. Nevermind the race trips that come later in the season. There are also trips to Colorado or Utah later in early winter. If you opt out of any of these trips your coaches, who tend to be stern and at least vaguely German looking, don't let you forget how much better you might be doing had you participated in whatever trip/s you missed. The school offers scholarships to cover some of the cost but but all scholarship money comes with work hours and if you're already a scholarship student then those hours quickly become overwhelming unless you have no other commitments and becoming a better skier is the only thing you care about. This is a really good system for people who know that they want to ski in college or try to get on the US ski team. It is also a decent system for people who live on campus and can pick up small jobs in the evening or on weekends. But again, for someone with "potential" who would also like to continue playing other sports or generally pursue other interests it is a system that leads to guilt, over-extension and ultimately, a lot of unfinished scholarship hours.


Did I mention that most race fees are upwards of $30? And that even a 50% sponsorship for equipment leaves you with about $1500 to cover? It's a tough game and there no payoff whatsoever unless you are literally one of the best in the country. Best case scenario you get on the US Ski team or get college paid for.  I guess it's the same for all sports but somehow ski racing seems a little off-kilter in terms of cost and gain for the bulk of people. I can only assume that the cost isn't an issue for a lot of people otherwise I can't imagine anyone would do it. Ski racing is miserable a lot of the time. It's cold and stressful and after a certain age you can pretty much stop expecting medals if you still haven't optimized all that "potential". And it's an individual sport that you do one person at a time so you can't even get the immediate gratification of seeing the defeat in someones eyes as you stop them in their tracks on their way your goal or breeze by them on your way to theirs. In skiing you take your turn, you get your time, and then you wait to see how well you end up doing and then  you do again later in the day and then hours later maybe you get to stand on a podium. I must have liked it all this while I was doing it but thinking about it now all I know is that I still like soccer and the idea of entering a ski race fills my soul with bile. Aaaand this blog is hashing up some negative energy so I'm gonna go ahead and stop right here.


Saturday, April 28, 2012

A Profound State Of In Betweenyness

On May 9th I have an interview for a job in NYC that's a really good fit and pays pretty well and I feel pretty confident about it. But the interview isn't for ten days. In the meantime I don't have a whole lot to do. Until I know about this job one way or the other I'm kind of in limbo. Ten days is soon enough that I can afford to wait til after I know one way or the other until I start applying for jobs again but just far enough away that I can expect to sufficiently drive myself crazy in the meantime. Furthermore until I know whether or not I have a job I shouldn't really spend any money. I'm even taking a $5 bus down to the city for the interview as opposed to my usual $53 dollar train. One of the productive things I could be doing is packing up my stuff for the move but A)that's actually still over two months away and B)I need to buy a really big suitcase and I don't want to do that until I know I have a job.

My options for activities that do not involve spending money are writing, playing music, playing with my dog, cleaning, exercising. There is also the option of being a lazy lump and just watching TV all day. Not the worst set of options, I know, but this is a solid ten days we're talking about here. I am going to need a schedule, a meal plan,  and specific daily goals if I want to get the end of each day not feeling like I'm wasting my youth om feckless meandering. Oh, to be a Nihilist!

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

22 in 2010

So my last post got me on a fiction kick. I'm not really sure what I'm working on here but it's a start of...something, anyway. Right now it's just a playful exploration of what it's like for people who are just out of college (especially liberal arts students) for my particular age group. Those who know me will realize that this is barely fiction but this character isn't actually SUPPOSED to be me.


 (untitled) by Emma Sklar

Chapter 1: 22 in 2010

 The first thing I did today was read an email regretting to inform me that I had not been selected for the job for which I interviewed last week. The job was the full time receptionist for a medium sized law firm and even though it did not require the  Bachelor of Arts degree that I spent the last four years earning  the idea of it made me feel fancy and important. I had my outfit picked out for my first day of work, a dictionary of legal terms, and money set aside for a short angular haircut that would make me look stern and professional.

But I didn’t get it.

It must have gone to that middle-aged woman who interviewed after me. She probably had direct experience and a laundry list of professional references. How am I supposed to get a job when there are legitimate adults with kids at home and real world experience running around? The woman who got my job probably has a toothless third grader grinning up from her phone that she probably leaves out on the table during interviews. Should I have a baby so I can do that?
 
I should really wait until after I’ve had my coffee to check my email.

Obviously I should not have a baby just so I can get a job, or for any reason. I’m 22, after all. Besides which I’m fairly certain that wouldn’t work. And I’d have to get a nanny or something. Even if the baby helps me get a job I’d still need experience so I could get a good enough job to pay the nanny. So it’s decided. I will not be having a baby even if it would get me a job at a fancy law firm where I can wear pencil skirts and pumps like Elaine on Ally McBeal.

Back to the Classifieds. What am I qualified to do? I can write pretty great papers about Phallic symbolism in Renaissance Literature. Maybe I can work at a shop that sells sex toys. I could have very educational chats with the customers about Shakespeare and Marlowe. I guess people might find that to be a bit of a turn-off, though, and I would probably be fired for failing to properly cite my textual references. I did always have a problem with that.

There’s an ad here for a job editing obituaries for a local newspaper. What does one write in a cover letter for a job editing death announcements? “I believe that obituaries are among the most important forms of journalism because they are the last official record of each of our time on Earth…”. That’s awfully depressing. There are no other jobs even remotely related to journalism or publishing though and  I bet every recent graduate from my English Department is applying for this job. I might as well send in my resume, but I think I’ll keep my cover letter brief. My writing can get away from me sometimes and I don’t want them to think I’m obsessed with dead people or anything.


I should dye my hair red; a really fiery red with golden highlights. I think maybe the problem is that there are just too many girls who look like me and the interviewers can’t remember who’s who. Blond hair, hazel eyes, average height and build. I’m surprised I don’t get called in for criminal lineups more often as there are so many girls who fit my description. I should also stop wearing high heels to interviews. Then I would be legitimately short instead of average. They’ll have to remember the really tiny girl with the red hair and golden highlights. And maybe I should start going by my middle name, which is Knox after my grandmother’s maiden name. Knox Popper is quite a bit more memorable than Hannah Popper, I think. They might think I’m a man at first but the surprise when they find out I’m not one should jolt their memory diodes or whatever controls that kind of thing. I should have studied Psychology.



I’ve been called in to interview for the position of Obituaries Editor. I suspect it might have had something to do with a small exageration on my resume. I didn’t exactly work for my college newspaper “The Analyst” (or the "Anal List" as it was more commonly known on campus). My friend Lori was one of the editors and she once asked me to write an opinion piece about the local art scene because I was an art history minor. She didn’t end up using it because it was “too aggressive” but I still give myself credit for writing it. So “freelance journalist” might not be the most honest description of my writing career. Anyhow Lori said that she would vouch for me should it come to that.  



 (My previous blog post "The Day Trip" would go here)
 

My hair dye kit includes both the base color and highlights. The base color was no problem and it looks pretty close to the red I was picturing but the highights are a little trickier.  I’m fairly confident that I can manage it on my own. I’m just not sure how I’m going to deal with the back of my head. I would call someone to come help except I’ve already started and it's a time sensative process. I suppose I could go ask one of the boys who just moved into the apartment next door. I rehearse the conversation in my head to see if it’s not too strange of a thing to ask. I’ve started doing this lately because according to my friends I have a tendency to overstep social boundaries. Excuse me,  I rehearse in my head, I’m your new neighbor and I was just wondering if you could look at the back of my head and tell me if the highlights look OK. Maybe that’s not specific enough. I don’t think most boys really understand how highlights work. I try again. I was wondering if you could tell me if  these lighter bits in my hair are stripey and uneven or if they look OK to you.  It still doesn’t sound right.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

The Day Trip

I've been experiencing some writers block so I turned to a book called "642 Things To Write About" for an idea. I turned to a page and picked a prompt. I won't tell you what the prompt was but I can assure you that this is a work of fiction.
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Nothing boosts my confidence quite like a new hair color and a fresh pack of socks. It will take a train, a bus, and a mile of walking to get to Target but I really need a change of scenery. My usual errand route is always riddled with distant acquaintances who ask things like "so what are you doing with yourself these days?" and that's not a question that I feel ready to answer right now. For reasons I can't quite place I am comforted by the  the distant, soulless glow of Target and it's empty promises of a clean and simple life. And I have a coupon.

I move slowly through the aisles. I don't intend on straying from my short list but I have two hours before I have to be back at the bus stop. I have the last $50 of my graduation money in my wallet and I have decided to allow myself to spend all of it if I find anything worth while. I was hoping I might find a nice fitted blazer for interviews on clearance but all they have is oddly sized  jeans  and an assortment of sad beige cocktail dresses. I'm trying to curb my disappointment when I turn the corner and see a vaguely familiar frame in profile inspecting bed linens. It is a man of around 40 with a receding hairline and a surprisingly voluminous blond ponytail. He is wearing a faded green polo shirt, frayed Teva sandals with socks and, inexplicably, red bike shorts. I can't place the familiarity so I lower my sunglasses and duck into the next aisle while I try to remember his name. I hear a muffled voice on the other side of the partition. The tone is whiny and what phrases I do catch are passive aggressive. ".....you never made it clear....I guess that's fine....do what you think is best for you..." and so on.

 The voice and the image of the man with the pony tail click together in my mind I remember how I know him. He was one of my English teachers in High School. He was always quick to get personally offended when students failed to turn in homework and he was prone to sulking and pouting if his lectures weren't met with enthusiasm. He was a mess and I heard that he quit the year after I graduated. He WOULD ride his bike to Target in sandals to look at duvet covers. His conversation must be heating up because I can now hear most words clearly. "Well if that's what you want I guess I have to accept it....no nevermind that....I'll see you tomorrow." I'm not his biggest fan but I figure I might as well say hello now and get it over with. I  round the corner to his aisle trying to look like I'm in a hurry.

There he is amongst the comforter sets. His head is down and as I wheel closer I realize with horror that he is gently weeping. Every conscious part of my brain is screaming "RUN!" but my muscles are too shocked to comply. I stand there, stupidly staring at my former teacher. He must feel my eyes on him because he looks up suddenly. He appears perplexed at first, then somewhat embarrassed, then, again to my horror, gleeful. "Oh my god! It's been years! You have no idea how nice it is to see a friendly face right now. What have you been doing with yourself?" 

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Things I Know Nothing About: Feminist Issues

I'm kind of a girly girl who wears pretty dresses, curls my hair on occasion, and is usually wearing at least a thin layer of tinted goo somewhere on my face. I was born in the late 80s when women were handling their shit pretty well and wearing a lot of power suits. My version of feminism is a general attitude that basically says "I can do any job a man can do and any man who says otherwise is just trying to save his job". I know that there are alot of very nuanced feminist issues that I don't really understand because I've never had to deal with them first hand so I try not participate in too much feminist discourse. Also I don't want anyone to ask me complicated math questions to prove that women are just as good at men at math. Some women are, but not me. The last thing I would want to do is undermine the cause because I don't know what I'm talking about. That being said, I am going to touch on a few issues in this blog that have been bugging me lately and to hell with my reservations. Ovaries engage!

In Elementary school all of the smartest kids in class were girls. I could run faster than all of the boys and I was the only kid in my class to be on an elite sports team. This doesn't mean much because my school was tiny but these conditions generally delayed my direct understanding of feminist issues. When I got older I knew that independent success was both a goal and an expectation and my gender never really factored into my interpretation of society at large. In High School it became clear that most boys either truly believe or just enjoy saying that they are empirically superior to girls both physically and intellectually. However, I always detected an underlying desperation to assert their masculinity that undermined pretty much anything they had to say on the matter. Furthermore while the boys were going out of their way to put girls down, many of the girls were buying into it and crumbling into hysterics with embarrassing ease and frequency. I believe that at this point in history we should accept that each gender's shortcomings pretty much cancel each other out and what we are left with is the cruel reality that the human brain (of both genders) has evolved past practical application. All of our emotions and everything we "believe" is just a load of crap that gets in the way of the success of our species. Then again, seeing as the success of our species means that the environment we live in will inevitably turn to shit, it is a matter that I have a hard time getting too worked up about. For whatever reason though I've been thinking a lot today about some lady issues and why we can't seem to sort it out and move on already.

I want to begin by talking about Yoko Ono. I recently read the book "Here, There, and Everywhere: My Life Recording The Beatles" by Geoff Emerick, who was The Beatles' sound engineer or an engineering assistant on most of their albums including their very first and very last sessions. This was really a book about Emerick's life and about innovations in recording but there is a lot of incidental insight into The Beatles' dynamic. Rather than going into too much detail I would suggest that anyone who likes The Beatles read this book. What was clear from Emerick's account of The Beatles' later albums is that Yoko Ono's influence on the course of the bands history was a symptom, not a cause. Lennon thought that "Revolution 9" was the direction the band should be headed in. Harrison couldn't get off of India's dick and also harbored resentment towards his more respected band mates as he came into his own as a song writer. McCartney had some serious control issues. All of them, Lennon especially, were on altogether too many drugs a lot of the time. It wasn't exactly a stable environment in which a complicated four way relationship should be expected to thrive. So why does everyone love to blame Yoko for breaking up the Beatles? It's all so...biblical. Four men create something great. Four men fuck it up. Let's blame a woman.

Don't get me wrong, Yoko is pretty much the worst but as bad as she was John Lennon was right there with her holding the sack that she was singing in. I don't know exactly why The Beatles broke up but I'm pretty sure it wasn't Yoko's master plan. John Lennon enabled her insane sense of entitlement but that, I think, is on him. The fact that it is so widely accepted that she did break up The Beatles is indicative of just how eager we all are to blame women for man's mistakes. Women do this to because it has been such a normalized concept through so much of history. Also women can be jealous bitches and we do sometimes jump at the chance to tear another woman down. Both genders are terrible and we're all responsible for everything that sucks in society. Men did have a lot more power for a really long time and still have a disproportionate amount of political clout so I think it's safe to say that men are a little bit more responsible than women. Not to say that women would have done a better job but it is what it is. New topic.

Recently the male dominated federal government has acknowledged that woman are not a special interest group. Although I'm glad we're saying it out loud it's a little upsetting that we need to say it at all. (No disrespect to my parents' generation but I think we are going to get a lot more done when no men who were alive in the 50s or 60s have any say in political issues regarding women.) What I'm hoping is that more people will realize how silly it is that we let a room full of old men decide things that impact womens health. What baffles me is the fact that birth control is approached as a matter of womens health in the first place. Birth control is a widespread social issue. Last time I checked babies can be either gender and everyone benefits if there are less of them. I don't want to go into this too much further because it makes me really mad for reasons that actually don't necessarily have anything to do with feminism and which I have already addressed in my previous post "Things I Know Nothing About:Christianity". I would like to put forth an addendum to any bills which restrict a woman's access to abortions that states that any man who votes in favor of said bill is volunteering for a vasectomy. And a vote for the restriction of birth control is a vote for castration.

The last thing I would like to discuss is to point out that there is a big push right now to keep people from using tanning beds or laying out in the sun because of the accelerating skin cancer rates in young women but then most ads still feature some deeply tanned giraffe lady with no indication that the tan is artificial. Actually I don't really want to discuss that I just think it sucks. This is something I noticed while reading just one issue of Teen Vogue. Don't ask why I was reading it in the first place.

OK I think that's enough. I need to go watch Glee and be mad about autotuning.

If you are interested in a more well rounded and entertaining take on Feminist issues I would suggest that you read Bossy Pants by Tina Fey if you haven't already. She's a smart lady who can actually put her money where her mouth is.