I can’t start this post without at least making an attempt to distract the folks who will use this against me in the coming years. Hold on just a second while I try to get rid of them.
Hey! Is that a naked lady carrying three semi automatic guns wearing a hat that says "Will fuck for ammo" walking down your street? My god, I think she’s being followed by a small group of concerned Christians who are praying and having some kind of delicious potluck. You’d better go check.
Okay, now, let’s talk about Nancy Pelosi.
As you may have noticed. I’ve not mentioned her. Mostly because it’s exceedingly difficult to blog with one hand covering your eyes to keep from having to see if things are as bad as you suspect they might be.
So, I’ll admit, I’ve been ignoring her.
And yet, mark r asks why he feel compelled to beat her with a bus, which has me thinking about why I recoil at the mention of her name.
I see Egalia’s enthusiasm for Pelosi, and I admit to being a little jealous. I would love to look at her and feel unabashedly proud.
There’s this feminist poem, which I can’t, for the life of me, find, but it’s about how life is a race and men and women set off on this race and the women are loaded down with children and beauty constraints and less pay for the same work and all this jazz and I think the last line of the poem is something like "She’s still running" or something, though, I may be confusing it with "And Still I Rise."
Anyway, when I look at Pelosi, that’s what I think of, the grandma who doesn’t look it; the woman with the brown hair and the smooth forehead and the wide, young eyes, and the slim body, and the suit, and the pearls.
She was determined to win the race, to have power, even if it meant doing to herself things required of no man.
Maybe this is where we see the gaps between the waves of contemporary feminism. For the NOW crowd, this is a clear-cut victory. There is a position of power; now it’s filled by a woman. Score one for us; let us celebrate in the streets. For the rad fems, I’m sure this is no real victory. So what if one woman can finally navigate a female-unfriendly system to get on top? The point is to tear down the systems.
I feel a middle way. I want to be proud, but I’m not sure what there is to be proud of. If how Nancy Pelosi is is how you have to be in order to be powerful, most of the rest of us just might as well forget it. We could never afford the surgeries necessary to get and maintain that look. It’s not just that, it’s that the look is even necessary to begin with. Pelosi was powerful when she was just a member of Congress, but not powerful enough to just have some wrinkles if they came, not powerful enough to say, "Fuck it, I’m a grandma. It’s fine if I look like a grandma."
But maybe this is how it has to be done. If women are going to achieve high positions of power, maybe they have to play by the rules in place.
But I don’t feel good about it.
I’m going to say something so bullshitty I hope you don’t hold it against me, but if she’s a feminist, why does she look that way?
Yes, America, this is the depth of my fucked-up-ness. I can look at one of the most powerful women in America and question her feminist credentials because of how she looks. Though, in all fairness to myself, I don’t think it’s just that I’m fucked up. I really do think it has to do with those gaps in ideology.
We have a million feminist factions, true, but we also have three generations (or more) of feminists alive as well. I think that, for feminists of the generation above me, this does look amazing. God, I’d like to share in that. So, explain it to me: is it enough for women to have power? Especially if she identifies herself as a feminist? Or do we hope for a woman who is not business as usual?