Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Shout-Out

It's been a good semester, tough but good. I've had some amazing professors over the years, especially in the Women's Studies department. I'm fascinated by powerful women in academia - their personalities, their mannerisms, and their relationships with their students. I've noticed that a lot of my female professors are brilliant but tend to be guarded, maybe because of "show-no-weakness" philosophy that male professors just don't really have to contend with. This can come off to a lot of people as being pedantic or stuck-up. But I've never found that with any of my mentors, they are all incredibly brilliant, fascinating women, and I feel privileged to have gotten to know them. I really admire and have the best relationships with professors who challenge me, who demand excellence from me but are willing to help me get there, especially with my writing. I remember particularly one of my undergraduate English professors tore my first paper apart (which made me cry) but then sat down with me and really worked with me on recognizing my strengths and how to improve. She essentially picked me up and threw me out into the deep end of the water, but knowing that I could swim ultimately. I am a better writer because of her.

Therefore, I'd like to thank all of these women who have had such a tremendous impact on me, who have made me a better student, a better feminist, and a better person: Sheila Garos, Tricia Earl, Marjean Purinton, Lynn Fallwell, Esther Lichti, Laura Calkins, and Kanika Batra. I can't thank you all enough for all you've done for me, you have been my mentors and I have loved getting to know you. You've made my university career the amazing experience it was.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Sexual Fluidity and Body Image: Does one protect the other?

I was talking with two very close friends of mine who were sharing with me the body-image issues they've had since childhood. I finally asked them, "So when did your issues with your body start?" They both said, "I've always thought I was fat." This made me incredibly sad, because I think they are both beautiful women, on the inside and the outside.

One them showed me pictures of her as a teenager, beautiful and healthy, standing next to girls in her high school who were stick-thin. "You see why I always thought I was fat? I was comparing myself to these girls." Didn't it occur to them that maybe these girls had body issues as well and were leading unhealthy lives just to get as thin as they were?  It particularly disturbed me when the other one said, "Even when I was exercising and losing weight, I was never satisfied. I always thought I could lose ten, twenty more pounds." I reminded her that that was the whole point of an eating disorder - someone who, no matter how thin they get, they always look in the mirror and see this ugly, fat monster. Someone who is genuinely mentally and physically ill.

Of course, both as a psychology major studying eating disorders and a feminist, I've long been aware of how the media promotes rail-thin women, to the point where anorexia for models is the sexy thing to do. Case in point:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VS2mfWDryPE

But at the same time, for me personally, I've never understood that mentality, even as a kid. When I saw magazine pictures of beautiful, thin women - not necessarily unhealthy, but slender - I wouldn't compare myself to them, I'd think "Man, she's hot." I appreciated her beauty without coveting it in any way. Why was I immune when I should have been socialized to believe I should look like them? I have a few theories - first of all, unlike a lot of middle-class white mothers, my mother never pushed any body issues on me. She never once commented on my appearance or my weight, (except maybe that I eat like a bird and should eat more, lol.) And when some asshole broke my heart, my father would always be there tell me how beautiful I am and that any man would be lucky to have me. It never really occurred to me that not all parents are like that.

But like I said, when I would see these images of beautiful women, I appreciate them wholly. Instead of comparing myself to them, like it's a competition, I take them for what they are - women who are lucky enough to have the money and time to look like they do, though this will not necessarily make them happy. Maybe it's because I have a genuine love and appreciation for the human body, both male and female. I think it's a wondrous piece of machinery, and that convinces me it could have never occurred by accident. And sometimes I wonder if my sexual fluidity actually worked as a protective factor against that kind of socialization that strives to tell girls they will never be pretty enough, thin enough, etc. I don't know if this is the case for all sexually fluid women, but it would be an interesting study. Why do we teach our women (and increasingly, men as well) that our bodies are our enemies, to be controlled and tamed? I'm not saying we should be downing "Krispy Kremes and milkshakes, spending our days thigh-expanding" (in the wonderful words of Eve Ensler). We should treat our bodies well, by not overindulging it or constraining it unnecessarily. Descartes was full of shit - your mind, body and spirit are not separate - your body's health is integral to your mind's and vice-versa.

Monday, December 7, 2009

I'm not a lesbian, I just live with a woman...

Today one of my mentors, a woman I absolutely adore and admire, said something so strange I can't help but blog about it. I've met her female life partner, with whom she is raising a child. But today we are talking about sexual identity and she says, "I may live with a woman but I'm not a lesbian, there is nothing about me that is lesbian. I still miss men and I couldn't imagine being with a woman if I wasn't with [my partner.] My lesbian friends just tell me I can't come out, but I promise you, I'm out, out out!"

I was blown away. For the longest time I have identified her as a lesbian in my mind, not in any negative or stereotyped way but because that's what her current orientation is. Even though my experience has taught me that just because someone has same-sex relationships does not mean they identify as gay or consider themselves part of the LGBT community, the socialized part of my mind struggled to come up with a different way to categorize her: "Wait, if she's not a lesbian, what the hell does she identify as?"

I had to consciously stop myself from doing this, to accept that she just is what she is: a bad-ass woman who is excellent at what she does and a wonderful mentor. Honestly, in the grander scheme of things, her sexual identity doesn't really matter. The only problem I really had with what she said was the particular phrase, "There's nothing lesbian about me." It made me wonder then what her construction of a lesbian is. If it is not a woman who connects emotionally, romantically, and sexually with another woman (or women), then what?

I'm currently reading this book called "Sexual Fluidity" by Lisa Diamond (even though I haven't read much of it yet, I would recommend it). It's the first time any theorist that I've read has made a distinction between "sexual orientation" and "sexual identity." For example, a woman who dates men but has had sexual relations with women may still identify as predominantly heterosexual. We may try with all of our might to categorize these people, but we are quickly learning as feminist theorists that labels simply don't work anymore. My mentor today taught me just how true that is becoming.

Surprise, Tiger Woods is human

Okay, I gotta comment on this whole Tiger Wood thing, since this has pretty much been the pinnacle of what has been a long string of exposures of and confessionals from male adulterers. I kept quiet about David Letterman and what-his-face (there's always someone having an affair), because honestly, I just didn't give a shit.

Why do I care now, especially since I couldn't care less about golf? I guess because no one expected it from Tiger. He always seemed so Zen, so squeaky clean and put together. I'm not here to make value judgments on what he did. But I will comment on people reaction to it. I'm reading about all these women coming forward and saying they slept with Tiger (wouldn't you?) and suddenly there are allegations of him being a sex addict: http://www.examiner.com/x-17416-Infidelity-Examiner~y2009m12d6-New-Details-About-Tiger-Woods-Secret-Love-Life-Reveal-He-May-Be-Addicted-to-Sex?cid=channel-rss-Relationships Um, I'm sorry, what?

Okay, first of all, this is a very serious inference about someone's mental health. It's not to be taken lightly. I have often long debated even the legitimacy of calling sex an addiction, but that's for another blog. Secondly, we don't even know if these women are telling the truth. It would be a perfect opportunity for them to get their 15 minutes. And plus, I love that they did these completely consensual acts with him but now they're coming out with claims of victimization and saying that he used them? I'm sorry, but I call bullshit.

If these women were coming out with allegations of rape or coercion of any kind, this issue would be a whole other kettle of fish and we should certainly take those issues seriously. I'm not saying what Tiger did to his wife wasn't wrong. But he's certainly not the first powerful athlete to cheat on his wife and he certainly won't be the last. Just leave the guy alone, for Christ's sake. It's not like he's a public official (oh wait, they get away with that too...)