About women and their bodies

So, apparently, Kim Kardashian posted some nude pics of herself on her social media accounts.

And of course, a shrieking chorus of women who bizarrely think of themselves as feminists have been clamoring all over each other to grab the low-hanging fruit that is slut-shaming her for it. Oh how disgusting. She is just a dumb bimbo. What kind of role model is she?

As if it’s any of their business! In case you haven’t noticed, ladies, freedom for women includes freedom to do things you do not like. Freedom to be a slut, a whore, a bimbo, a plaything. Freedom to be a housebound housewife if she wants to, or to be submissive towards men, or to give away her “favours” to random strangers who happen to pass by. Freedom to use her sexuality without fear and without shame and without worrying what her supposed “sisters” will think.

After all, this is democracy, not society by consensus. You don’t have the right to tell KK what to do. How would you like some bossy woman telling YOU what you can wear and how you can dress (or undress)?

Oh right, that already exists in the world. It’s called the burka, and I am pretty sure most lady feminists are against it. By fearlessly baring all she has in defiance of patriarchal modesty rules, KK is doing the exact opposite of the burka. She is saying she can do whatever the hell she wants with her body, and no man OR woman has the right to tell her otherwise.

By trying to shame her into conforming to your idea of what a proper lady should do, you are doing the patriarchy’s work for it. The whole notion of a slut is based on the idea that a woman’s sexuality is a commodity to be traded instead of a vital and important part of a women’s life. To slut-shame is to not just validate this chattel property view of women’s society, but to verify that woman’s bodies are, indeed, disgusting and shameful and horrible and therefore for a woman to let people see them is a horrible thing to do that causes you to question the sanity and intelligence of the woman doing it.

Goddamn it, didn’t you ladies see The Vagina Monologues? Didn’t you get the message that cunts are awesome and nothing to be ashamed of?

But no, it’s so easy to jump on the hate filled bandwagon and sternly tsk tsk KK for daring to lower the value of access to their vagina by raising the possibility of getting it for free.

And if you have any urge to tell me any variation on “well why buy the cow if you can get the milk for free”, I have two things to say.
1. Women are not cows.
2. Women are not for sale.

People say that women who pose naked must have low self-esteem. How fucking dare these people presume to know that about someone! Maybe KK has amazing self-esteem. Maybe her self-esteem is so high that she loves herself despite your attempts to destroy her. Maybe she is so empowered and confidant that she doesn’t give a damn what people like you think. Maybe the fact that she is willing and able to completely defy what she is “supposed” to do by society means she is is a strong, bold, fierce woman who is actually a wonderful role model for girls.

Maybe it means that she’s a better feminist than you are.

Because let me make this clear : feminists don’t slut-shame. Ever. All forms of slut-shame are profoundly anti-woman and anti-feminist. It makes women ashamed of their bodies, ashamed of their own sexuality, and ashamed of displaying their gender at all. It tells women that their bodies are not, in fact, their own, but subject to the approval of the patriarchy, and they alone shall dictate when and how women are allowed to use their sexuality.

The fact that women are still worried that people will think they are a slut infuriates me. What, are you worried that some man (or woman if you’re a dyke) won’t be willing to “pay” enough for sex with you if everyone knows you give it away for free? Can’t you see what a disgusting line of reasoning that is?

I consider myself a feminist (also a masculinist) and I passionately believe that women have the same rights as men and should be treated with equal respect and dignity. Yet if a male celebrity did this, nobody would be calling him a slut or a whore or a bimbo. The worst he would be called is pervert, and while that word still (for some reason) holds a lot of power, it doesn’t hold a candle to “slut”. To call another woman a slut is to negate her entire worth. to say that she is nothing if her chattel value is negated.

And that is not and cannot be a feminist act. It’s a patriarchal act, enlisting women in their own subjugation by making them fiercely monitor one another’s standards of modesty. A true feminist would defend a woman’s right to do whatever she chooses, whether it’s to pose in the nude, dress from head to toe in satin, or blow ten dudes on live TV.

The very idea that a woman is demeaning herself by letting people see her nude sends a very body-negative message to young girls. Men aren’t considered demeaned by their nudity. Why should a woman?

So to any woman who reads this, I ask you to think about this : is there another circumstance where you would feel comfortable cutting down another woman’s self-esteem so casually and viciously? Are you fine with the idea that a woman is subject to rules and restrictions that emphatically do not apply to men? Is that kind of sexism “feminist” to you? If KK was to be raped now, would you say she deserved it?

And if so…. are you willing to let other women judge you by the same standards?

Because remember, no matter how modestly you dress, if it is anything less than being sewn into a sack, there is someone in this world who would consider you a worthless slut.

And you know they’re wrong…. right?

Time for my words

I had thoughts. And now they are gone. I really should write this stuff down, but…. when I do, the energy dies.

And there’s no point in writing it down if there’s no energy left to write the damned thing.

I am pondering my options re : education. I am losing faith in KPU as a quality institution, and so now I am wondering if I should go elsewhere after I finish this semester.

Pursuant to that, I submitted an inquiry to VFS to see if one year of education at KPU is enough to qualify me for their Writing For TV And Film one year intensive course. I still want to be a TV writer, and I would drop KPU like a hot potato if I could go to VFS instead.

I talked about it in therapy today. I have reached the point in my recovery where I am capable of truly seeing my own value and wondering if it would be better served elsewhere. Both the writing profs I have had are blown away by my talent, and dropped hints that maybe it would be better served in someplace a little more prestigious than KPU.

I’m sure they don’t imagine me taking that to mean I should write for television, but still. Clearly, I got something going on. I got 19/20 on my short story and 5/5 in the recent exam. My mark for the course is going to be through the freaking roof. Who knows, I might be able to wrangle a scholarship somewhere with marks like this.

And this time, I will not fuck up by doing a really half-assed job with my final portfolio, like I did last semester. I still feel like kicking my ass for that. My mark for that course could have been an A+, but my final portfolio was a mess and so I got an A- or B+ instead.

Tsk tsk tsk! But I can get glowing endorsement from both Nicola Harwood and Kathleen With (actual name), and that has to count for something.

Up until now, I was just happy to be going back to school. That’s the kind of low bar I used to set for myself. But now, well…. it’s not like I looked at many institutions and decided Kwantlen was the best fit for my lifestyle and career plans.

I knew it was close, so I went there. Sort of like when I went to UPEI. (Well, that, and my parents wouldn’t pay for anywhere else. Such love. )

And I deserve better. I should at least be weighing my goddamned options, at least. My marks are pretty good. I am obviously highly intelligent, which has not been an asset in the past but I am pretty sure that it would do me good in a university admittance interview.

Honestly, I have no idea how my intelligence comes across to people. I have maintained a kind of innocence about the whole thing, and that has left me ignorant. I have never been interested in claiming my power before now. Like I have said before in this space, it frightens me, and makes me feel like if I was to truly claim it, I would lose my freaking mind, or at least become an asshole type person.

But I am slowly moving away from that kind of thinking. I am increasingly willing to entertain the idea of being fearlessly myself without worrying so much about how others are going to take it. Certainly, this weird combination of genius, shyness, and innocence isn’t working out for me. I have to lower the blinders and at least become aware of the effects of my intellect on others.

That doesn’t mean I have to become all power hungry and manipulative. But it does mean I have to do the one thing I have dreaded for such a very long time : accept that I am, in a sense, above others.

Even typing that hurt like hell. I don’t want to be above people, or below them either (though that would be easier to take). I want to be on the same level as others, so we can deal with one another on a human level. I don’t what all that status bullshit getting in the way. I don’t want to struggle for dominance with anyone. I don’t want to touch all that odious envy and resentment. The very thought of getting tied up in all that make me feel physically ill.

But that doesn’t mean I am immune from its effects. And the more I think about it, the more it seems like this willing blindness costs me a lot more than it appears on the surface. By acting as though that stuff does not exist. I end up giving off a really weird and potentially alienating vibe. Other humans (back off, I still qualify) are aware of and are part of the whole status scheme, from alpha to omega, and so for me to ignore it makes me seem as weird as someone wearing a parka to a barbecue.

And so I end up achieving the opposite of the intended effect : I end up further apart from people.

But I still can’t imagine how to handle it. I can neither willingly dominate or tolerate submission. I don’t particularly want to be in charge, despite that being the way my skills and aptitudes lead me. And while I have no need to be the biggest cock in the room, I can’t stand the thought of someone thinking they can control me, or ignore me.

So what do I do? Do I just accept that I am going to end up in charge (in my own mild way) wherever I go? The idea of it horrifies me, but it might be my destiny whether I like it or not, so it might be best to just accept it and learn to live with it.

At least I have my friends. My good, good friends. I can be equal with them. They know me, they know what I am capable of, and they know what a first class doofus I can be too.

Felicity, Julian, Joe…. I love you all so much.

You are my lifeline to humanity.

Never let me go.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.