This morning, I woke up full of dread and shame. Bleary and haggard, I stumbled toward my computer screen.
“No,” I muttered. “I didn’t do that. I would never do that. I must have dreamed it.”
But I was wrong. There, before my eyes, was a pale-blue Safari window, glowing with menace.
“Holy fuck,” I said. “I just wrote 3,000 words about Valley of the Dolls.“
On that note: it’s Linking Time! My most favorite time of all! (Note: this is a lie. My most favorite time is actually Smoking Time, but I am going to give that up – again – in approximately 48 hours. I will be in Ohio, so you won’t have to witness my Neely O’Hara-like withdrawal unless you are a member of my immediate family. If you are, well, sucks to be you, I guess!) Here are some people who are much better at blogging than I am:
Mainstreaming feminism: it turns out that’s a problem! This is because it allows Sarah Palin to cuddle and/or cash in on the movement like it’s an adorable Downsy baby. Also, things only get absorbed into the mainstream if they’re not that threatening in the first place, so feminism is selectively mainstreamed? And the good stuff about the movement then becomes invisible? See also: sex-positive movement, relationship of Sex & the City to.
Other things that are sad and scary include: violence against sex workers. The Good Guys trial reports are fascinating. It’s like watching a really good procedural, except that Amanda Hess actually writes about strip club workers like they’re people, instead of Symbols of Decadence and/or body-count increasing devices. Revolutionary!
Oh, hey, sheep people!
I read Emily Gould’s blog. This rambling, ambivalent, occasionally mean, often sad piece – which touches on Emma Goldman,* “Song for Sharon,” Prop 8, love, solitude, and that damn Beyonce song – is a good example of why I do that.
Some other people, who are funny and smart, are complaining about the Beyonce song, because they think it’s kind of regressive, what with the forcing men to marry you and give you presents for sex and whatnot. Personally, I feel that the song’s main theme (“don’t be mad when you see that he want it / if you liked it, then you should have put a ring on it”) is simply another way of saying, “if you were really that invested in our relationship, perhaps you could have made that clear BEFORE WE BROKE UP AND I STARTED MAKING OUT WITH OTHER PEOPLE,” which is a sentiment for the ages.
Now that I’m defending Beyonce, I must also tell you that I read a Bukowski poem that I liked! What has become of my standards, I ask you?
* However, I must respectfully point out that quoting the Goldman piece without qualifying it is objectively kind of bonkers. People do this a lot! Often in Women’s Studies classes! Goldman made quite a few points in that piece, many of which were specific to her day and age. For example, she writes that marriage may come about because of love, whereas love does not come about because of marriage, a point which is no longer even vaguely controversial, and which is the precise reason that people tend to live together before getting hitched. She also argues against compulsory marriage, marriage as the goal of a woman’s life, and prohibitions against sex outside of marriage – and all of these pressures still exist, but are considerably less powerful now, given the fact that all but the most conservative people resist or ignore them. Goldman also speaks out against marriage as an economic arrangement while completely undervaluing the presence of women in the workplace. If you have no income of your own, you might have to stay with someone who treats you badly out of sheer financial necessity; if you have a job, an income, and savings, however, then you get to stay for precisely as long as the marriage meets your needs. (Hopefully it lasts forever, but, you know, things happen.) At the time Goldman wrote this piece – when you were expected to marry someone without sleeping with him, living with him, or even knowing him very well, and were also encouraged to give up your entire career once the wedding had taken place – some of what she had to say was smart and relevant, if overblown; now, however, people tend to quote the piece as a support for their vague “marriage-is-bad” arguments, which rest mostly on the fact that their parents were fucked up or their exes were mean and they’re consequently scared of commitment. This is quite another thing. Anyway, end of post derailment.