Quoting Germaine Greer
Its her turn.
Im reading right now Germaine Greer's book: "The Female Eunuch". Here is a visual
Germaine Greer (born 29 January 1939) is an Australian-born writer, academic, journalist and scholar of early modern English literature, widely regarded as one of the most significant feminist voices of the later 20th century.
Greer's ideas have created controversy ever since her book The Female Eunuchbecame an international best-seller in 1970, turning her overnight intoa household name and bringing her both adulation and opposition. The book is a feminist analysis, written with a mixture of polemic and scholarly research.
Ok there you had an introduction. Now... why am I writing about her?
As I am reading, I have found myself enjoying every little detail she talk about, everything she points out. I am not totally agreeing in everythign she says. But its a great experiencie to debate ideas in my mind with a book, or with Germaine herself. But today I was at the university doing some thing and while I was waiting, I was reading my book. And everythign in the book was discussion and ponting out some details, I was agreeing and dissagreeing.... but this part.... I felt like shw was talking to me, in rage, and I WAS COMPLETALY UNDERSTANDING HER. Here is the part:
" [...] So what is the beef? Maybe I couldn't make it. Maybe I dont have a pretty smile., good teeth, nice tits, long legs, a cheeky arse, a sexy voice. Maybe I don't know how to handle men and increase my market value, so that the rewards due to the feminine will accrue to me. Then again, maybe I'm sick of the masquerade. I'm sick of pretending eternal youth. I'm sick belying my own intelligence, my own will, my own sex. I'm sick of peering at the world through false eyelashes, so everything I see is mixed with a shadow oh bought hair; Im sick oh weighting my head with a dead mane, unable to move my neck freely, terrified of rain, of wind, of dancing too vigorously in case I sweat into my lacquered curls. I'm sick of the Powder Room. I'm sick of pretending that some fatuous male's self important pronouncements are the objects of my undivided attention. I'm sick of going to films and plays when someone else wants to, and sick of having no opinions of my own about either. I'm sick of being a transvestite. I refuse to be a female impersonator. I am a woman, not a castrate. [...]"
....Holy shit... That all i thought. But I feel this way not about men. Because this paragraph for me. is for society in its entirety. How modern media is imposing this prototype of beauty and WE are affected by it. And by WE, I mean man and women.
Women are pushed to follow this stigmas of society and the least perfection to a billboard its just hideous. The soul does not matter, the personality neither. The physical beauty now a days is measured by illogical parameters. I know that in some part, physical beauty something we seek. But there are other aspects of the physical human being that can be attractive; much more than a super skinny person with colossal ass and breasts, the baby face and a perfect hair.
Men are victims too. The massive media presents every day this false image of what is beautiful. And they get conditioned to it. So the moment they go to the streets, the rarely find this beauty model.
Me personally? Im tired of it. Trying to fit and not feeling like a sasquatch every moment I get out of here. And It is difficult. I dont know what is more difficult, to stand in front of a mirror or in front of a billboard. (I think worse is standing in front of a window shop watching the skinny little mannequin and watching your reflection over it).
.... SO... this kind of ranting will continue all year. Im studying over the subject. But please.. let me all know what you think. It will help a lot.