Despite the fact that there is something deeply wrong in the nation, something deeply haywire, I keep doing chores. I’m like Beckett’s Molloy crawling through the forest, not toward light, but toward the vague idea that light might exist, except that I find it hard to maintain Molloy’s sense of humor. Madmen murder school girls. Boys shoot their teachers & their sisters. America has always treated its women badly, but now we are seeing the embodied, dramatized evidence of misogyny in the actions of men who are exceptional only in that they act on their fantasies. The pure products of America. Go crazy. But it is our particular craziness, my townspeople. In the heart of the heart of the country is an all-consuming hatred of the female. As the US veers toward wider, endless war, the feminine is simply one more thing that is unacceptable in the Late American Empire. So I put up birdfeeders this afternoon, mowed the lawn for the last time this year, cleared the deck, then came in & made dinner in the lovely new kitchen. Am I simply being sentimental? Naive? Last night, watching television, I burst into tears. I think it was during a commercial, but my mind is too fucked-up to remember exactly.
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And though I tend to agree with your politics and certainly have, (as a gal here in the good old USA), dealt with my share of getting the shitty end of the stick must disagree with the ‘all-consuming hatred’....yep, men here seem to fear women but at least we generally get a choice as to who is literally fucking us or who we’ll marry/live with…and though paid less at least ALLOWED to work..All relationships are about power and men here feel less of it daily making for a heap of mental illness indeed.
On a happier note as women age and appear more de-sexualized and invisible to men the freer they are, in the end a lovely equalizer.
But, hey, thanks….
— randi 10/16/2006 07:16 AM #
— jd 10/16/2006 09:25 AM #
— la peregrina 10/19/2006 05:42 PM #