Thursday, August 10, 2006

I am coming out of the closet..."I AM A FEMINIST"

August 10 2006
New Jersey

I think its time I finally came out of the closet…." I am a feminist "

I started writing, about six months ago, about my contemplations, ideas, feelings in regards to the world I inhabit and as a result, have been much more outspoken and confidant about my observations.  Since then, those closest to me have raised suspicions as to whether I was a feminist or not.  I usually smiled and did not deem to reply.  
How does one reply to such a statement, when phrased as an accusation, after all?
But, after recently running across a piece, in a popular fashion magazine on feminist Linda Hirshman's article "Homeward Bound" my curiosity was peaked?  While reading the article, I found myself intrigued, mildly amused at some points and severely offended at others.  

What is it about this particular ideology that can get us so irritated?
And why now, after all these years we're still discussing the same old things?

Here was an obviously intelligent and respected woman (a retired professor and lawyer who argued cases in the Supreme Court) who was saying that women should resist the traditional female responsibilities of child-rearing and house holding, that these were not solely the women's natural and moral responsibility.  
She had some very useful and interesting advice for today's women.  
Ms. Hirshman very wisely suggested that women should prepare themselves for financially secure jobs, for example not to choose liberal arts as a major in college since it doesn't really prepare one for a financially rewarding career.  
She argued that women should marry down; in her opinion a starving artist will be much better husband material than a male who is your counterpart, trying just as hard to climb the same steps for success.  
She also insisted that if they must, women should not have more than one child, stating that with most women the second child is the final clincher to keep them home forever.  
These were interesting points but I could not figure out for the life of me why I had to choose finance as a major instead of art history when I had no inclinations what so ever in regards to the former.  I was happy with my husband with the big career and my two children who were the reason for my trivial existence.  None of this meant that I was happy to be staying at home though.
It would be grossly unfair to my own intelligence to put down Ms. Hirshman's ideas as erroneous because all of the points she made were very valid and in fact the truth but they were not my ideals.  So I had to agree to disagree and move on to see what other theories were out there on this subject.
I went to the source after this – "the Feminine Mystique" by Betty Friedan.  For those of you who are not familiar with it – it's ok, I was not either, until very recently - her book is said to be the impetus for the 'second wave of feminism' and that " 
She changed the course of history almost single-handedly" (this, a quote from her ex-husband, is a big admission, indeed.)  I had run across her name in the past, quite frequently (must be reading the wrong kind of materials) but had not had the opportunity to read her work as of yet.
As I read her opening chapter I was mesmerized by all that she had written.  I felt that in some parts she wrote about me before I was even born.   All of the symptoms she detected in the women of America back in 1963, I felt I had today.  She researched and found a problem that had no name in most women back then.  They were told they had the perfect life because of their comfortable homes and shiny new cars and modern appliances that they could use in the care of their families.   These women were considered socially equal to their husbands, they could make some decisions, they just couldn't have a life outside of the home because it was assumed they couldn't possibly want one.   They were expected to be happy because they got to live the life women all over the world could only dream about.
The part I found particularly interesting was about the assumption of the mystique of feminine fulfillment.  She talked about the pretty pictures of the American suburban housewife who kissed her husband goodbye as he went off to work, chauffeured around a station-wagon full of kids and who smiled as she vacuumed with makeup on.   This all sounded oddly familiar except for the part about the makeup.
Of course there was an underlying feeling of resentment in all that she said because as I understand it the idea was that this was all a woman could and should possibly want for herself in life.   Words like emancipation or careers were not the issue here but rather the ignorance of the desperation women felt about being 'the suburban housewife' was.  So in her own way Betty Friedan freed the American woman from her house and appliances and brought her into the real world.
So far there is nothing wrong with that; but this was almost 40 years ago and women have been in the real world working along with men since then.   The glass ceiling has been shattered, although Linda Hirshman argues that the real glass ceiling today, is in the home.  
I got the impression that these two highly intelligent ladies did not seem to have too much respect for housework or mothering for that matter.  If one was to just read what they said and take it to heart, it could be devastating for the stay at home moms of today.   We all know and accept that housework as Friedan said 'is not work that takes enough thought or energy to challenge any woman's full capacity.' BUT there is sooo much work to be done at home if you want to be particular about it; they suggest and I can't help but agree that we should not be so particular.  
There was another thing that caught my attention about the feminine mystique that I couldn't help but contemplate in today's terms.   The period Friedan talks about in the 50's and the beginning of the 60's was about ultra soft femininity.  When you look at the clothes and the hair and makeup, it all screamed out 'woman.'    There seems to be a return to that today, just take a look at any fashion magazine and you will come face to face with women in crinoline even a bustle? who are hanging out with their children.  I remember my Vogue's from the 80's were full of women in power suits with serious briefcases. 
According to Maureen Dowd of the New York Times women have gone back to trying to be sex kittens in order to catch and hold a man.   In her article 'What's a Modern Girl to do?' she talks about the daily concerns of the single working woman and it doesn't sound like they're too happy with their lot either.  It seems these women whose breed did not even exist, let alone be a very prominent part of society back in the 50's have benefited from the woman's movement, have pursued successful careers and now find it hard to get married and start a family, theory being that while the powerful male is revered by women, the powerful female is an object of scorn for men. 
Ms. Dowd also talks about men's preference for "young women whose job it is to care for them and nurture them in some way' instead of the educated, successful women who might be their counterpart.   
"So was the feminist movement some sort of cruel hoax? Do women get less desirable as they get more successful?" asks Dowd.  She says that more and more women out of Ivy League colleges are looking to get married, stay at home and raise their children.   She almost makes it sound like an offensive job to the point that I might even find myself defending the position.     

There seems to be some kind of a pattern here albeit a zigzag but a pattern none the less.   Both Hirshman and Dowd mention their concern over the best educated, most affluent women trained to be the leaders of this country who are opting for staying at home. 

The loss of this potential work power seems to be affecting even Wall Street.   There was an article this Sunday in the New York Times about women going back to banking after leaving to take care of their families and what the companies are willing to do in order to attract them.   It was stated that twenty years ago, the gender debate was about breaking the so-called glass ceiling that kept women out of executive suites, and equal pay for equal work. Today, however, it seems to be about reshaping Wall Street itself in order to keep women involved, including compensations for managers who achieve the diversified goals and reach out to female employees with families."  

In a world where even Wall Street is trying to attract female workers, I don't think anyone can honestly say that there is any kind of taboos left in regards to gender.    I think everyone with a mind knows that women are definitely equal and sometimes superior to men in a variety of fields.  The issues of today should not be about the enslavement of women in the home but how we have the fortitude to overcome such trivialities.   We live in a world without boundaries, without walls; thanks to the internet, cellular technology we can be connected to the rest of the world whenever and wherever we choose.  In a world where everything is becoming more homogeneous, I don't think we should give up our femininity or maternal instincts in order to become more like men.   Having said all that, we should accept some are more feminine or maternal than others, and this constitutes for all the different flavors in our lives. 

I am stating it one more time.  I am a feminist because I believe in the equality of women in mind, stamina and soul.   I have faith that we will overcome this obstacle as well.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

"To be or not to be a Housewife..."



July 20 2006
New Jersey

To be or not to be……..a desperate housewife,
that is the question - I find myself contemplating quite frequently lately.

Along with -
"What is it that I do all day that merits acknowledgement?"
"Why is it that there are never enough hours in a day, days in a week to suit my needs?"
"Does constantly running around and taking care of minor details for my family, constitute a full time job?"
It was so much easier to find logical explanations when the boys were younger but today the right answers seem to elude me.

I wasn't always a housewife. I had a promising career in fashion retailing until I had kids.
Believe it or not, from the time when I was a little girl, in none of my dreams for the future was there a house that I was cleaning or a family that I was picking up after.

But we all have to grow up and take responsibility in our lives sometime and my husband could provide very nicely for us so I found myself in the disagreeable (to me) position of the home maker.
Luckily my maternal instincts kicked in and I realized that I couldn't trust my children to anyone else's care.
I could turn them into my masterpieces.

Since I couldn't come to terms with a life where in my opinion I was accomplishing nothing on a daily basis, I tried for a brief period of time to work out of my home but after an episode of getting stuck in Istanbul traffic for about 3 hours with a 2 and a half year old and a baby I was still nursing, I resigned myself to the inevitable - my family's needs were more important than any financial gain, or personal satisfaction.
So, in accordance with the decision I made on that faithful day, I have devoted the last 15 years of my life to taking care of my boys and husband and trying to constantly improve upon the quality of life we lead.

I have been mostly happy except for those few times, every once in a while when I would get pangs of yearning to be out there in the real world where I could turn my ideas into reality and where I would be recognized as an individual; nothing that couldn't be fixed with a few hugs or kisses???

There have been some minor disagreements within the family about my appalling habits in the housekeeping department but I have always justified my existence by pointing out the achievements of my confident and well rounded children.

Even though I have been looking for the right pretext for my unacceptable behavior, until recently I always felt deep in my heart, I was doing the right thing.

All of that changed couple of days ago; I was on the phone with a friend of mine whom I hadn't seen for months. She sounded so desolate that I was trying to cheer her up by pointing out to her all that she had to be positive about; how she had an intelligent and well adjusted daughter that she could take pride in.
She in turn, went onto enlighten me about her theories about 'nature versus nurture,' arguing that we couldn't take pride in our children's accomplishments since it was all due to their genes and we couldn't possibly alter what they would become in the end no matter how hard we tried.

This really knocked the wind out of my sails.
It was too close to home…..
It was totally unacceptable…..
If I were to believe this theory how would I justify the last 15 years to myself.

She had some solid examples that couldn't be overlooked so easily, like the baby boomer generation, how their mothers never went crazy trying to get them to do a hundred different activities; they turned out all right.
She was saying that it was us, as mothers who were creating these multi tasked children who didn't just go out and play with their friends but who were running around from one activity to another.
According to her argument the mothers of the baby boomers had dinner on the table, clean clothes for their kids but they also played tennis at the club; they weren't trying to fit in a different activity to every single minute of every day.

The sole justification for their existence was not dependent on the accomplishments or the versatility of their children.
They were home makers, this was their occupation and just like in any other occupation they were accepted and respected for whom they were, not what they were doing.

Now this was something to think about…
After thinking long and hard and looking for clues within the recesses of my mind, it hit me all of a sudden.
It was so obvious that I was ashamed that I hadn't thought of it sooner.

It is us, the desperate, disgruntled, accidental housewives (just to borrow a few adjectives from today's fiction) that are creating these prematurely multitasking, overachieving, flock of kids who don't have time for the basic pleasures of the simple life. Through them we are making our own statement to the world.

I recognize that it is a tougher world out there where our children have to compete and survive; they will need all the extra ammunition we could possibly provide for them. But I believe, in the end, the path to true contentment lies within finding pleasure in the basic, simple things in life.

To get back to the issue at hand, in today's world it is not acceptable to be just a housewife. In a society where the image of the modern, successful woman is portrayed as the well toned, executive who has a career and takes care of her family, it is not enough for us to be just staying at home and doing the mundane tasks of housekeeping.
We also have to be creating something of mammoth proportions. This something is our children, they are our creative outlets into the incessantly unsatisfied, demanding world we live in today.

Having said all that, when I look back I remember the main reason behind my decision to be a stay at home mom – to be there for my boys and create memories to last a lifetime - so they can come home to the smell of baking cookies and a mother's loving embrace instead of letting themselves in with a latch key. After all, what are we left with from our childhood more precious than our memories?

I don't know if this will make them better people in the end or affect the out come of their lives but I am sure of one thing – they will have warm memories of their childhood that is slipping away even as we speak.

I guess I should practice what I preach and be content with the basic, simple things in life. The only thing is I think with the changing times I need to redefine the needs of my own family and decide what I should be aspiring for now.

Although the role of the stay-at-home mother has suited me quite well over the years, I feel the time has come for me to find a new title. I may never achieve a grander success than what I claim to have accomplished with my kids but that point is still undecided.
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