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led astray

feminism and vaginas

 I've been reading feminist plays for class and they do get me thinking.  Some make some really valid points.  But just when they have the arrow ready and lined up, they close their eyes and spin around three times before shooting...and completely miss the mark.  One equates pornography with snuff.  Um, no.  That would be like equating paedophelia with homosexuality.  It's just not the same thing.  Some of the same elements are there, sure.  But talk about taking a flying leap!  Then there are the Vagina Monologues.  Good idea.  Get people talking about vaginas.  I'm all for it.  But it's like a friend of mine said about people coming out of the closet, "At first, it's all rainbows and boas!"  These women, confronting their clits for the first time have decided that it holds the key to their entire existance.  Maybe it's a phase they have to go through like the newly gay, except it's all vulvas and tea.  It just seems to me that it plays right into the hands of the "evil patriarchy" they are trying to pull away from to find all their value and worth in their vaginas.  Isn't that the very thing they rail against, being seen as a vehicle for a vagina?  Come on!  Don't get me wrong, I am aware of my vagina.  We have become good friends over the years.  But there is a LOT more to me than that.  This is why "feminist" has become a derogatory term.  It calls up an image of an army of butch women with rifles at the ready all wearing blindfolds.  I am a feminist.  I like porn, and I am more than a vagina.  That is all for today.

Comments

I can empathize with you on this. I term myself an equalist, and get all sorts of funny looks from both ends of the spectrum. I marched with over a million women (and about 100,000 men, too!) who called themselves feminists, and saw more than half of them cringe through a very passionate poet expounding on the glory of her cunt. I saw the same women groove with my friends as we bellydanced and smiled at the protesters. We were celebrating the same thing.

One of the most perplexing things for me is the duality of feminism. It means embracing entirely different roles for so many women. Everything from being someone rising to the top of the boys' club to being earthy, from being a pageant girl to being a tomboy. It's such a large spectrum.