This is beginnings of my journey back in to the world of hope; a small example the chaos of each person as we come to understand our futility in the universe, and why, despite it, we get out of bed. My random thoughts on feminism, men, interconnected sociological ideas, and existential crisis, I guess....
Do you believe the feminist cause is one worth fighting for, or, in the debate to end all, is it nature or nurture that distinguishes our different social statuses? Because OBVIOUSLY women are oppressed; think of your immediate thoughts regarding women you meet. You don’t wonder if they’re smart, you don’t wonder if they’re like minded or enjoy a genre of music you do. You wonder and gauge how nice they’d look in …nothing. I’m going to have to assume this is how most men react based on their own admission and psychological studies. If you’re trying to prove me wrong, bring me contradictory evidence. I’ll bring you ten more in the opposite direction. I believe a huge step towards making a difference in the world is trying to bring view of equality to the way people see each other. The interconnectedness of all idea is the detail I’ve been mulling over and is driving me crazy. If the alpha male is ruling this world, then the alpha male is responsible for most of it’s problems. But, I know women. I live with them; I am one. What, besides physical characteristics and circumstance, differentiates the genders? The idea that 2/3 of the world’s labor is performed by women and the ownership of just 1% of the assets of the world are in their hands seems completely ridiculous. Such a statistic proves the existence of rampant sexism and oppression in the world, regardless of the country.
Yet, before I speak out on the cause of women and devote myself to aide of their suffering, I must question the legitimacy of equality? Are we all equal? What defines intelligence? Because I know a lot of women and I know a lot of men. Circumstances could dictate most of their distinctions. Women are vain because our priorities are chosen for us, just as men find themselves educated and affluent, engaging in heated discourse and pursuing interests which are generally much more intellectually stimulating. And suddenly, my generation has let 10 years progress, and the men are standing out as the ambitious front runners of the graduating college class; good grades and social networking to catalyze the powerful and influential positions they’ll find in businesses corporations and possibly government positions (which in our fascist leaning regime, may soon by synonymous). They’re received science or math tailored educations, or are immediately assumed to have a higher grasp of such things, but do they really? Because if a lesser nature distinguishes women, if it’s something unchangeable and unable to be influenced through anything but altered genetics, then I can breathe easier knowing I’ve escaped not just a stigma, an ideology and a barrage of social pressures; I’ve escaped the bell curve to find myself standing above the rest of my gender in the matter of intellectual prowess. It would be easy in my experience to support that claim. The most intelligent people I know seem to be men. Men who passionately support presidential candidates, men who exert authority, who command whilst I obey, who drill and hammer and produce and create and invent with an ingenuity I can often find myself marveling at. I’m drawn to these men, these challenges creatures; I seem to find myself admiring for their specific base of knowledge.
But maybe while they were perusing internet content at their leisure since the age of 10, those of us on a tragically lower socio-economic scale were playing outside and enhancing our unity with nature, or coming to understand something about changing bed sheets often (like a friend’s son didn’t know was required, and slept in the same sheets for 5 months)Maybe I’m attributing the certain kind of knowledge I’d like to attain as “the” knowledge, while ignoring the many more things I’ve allowed myself to absorb, although quite distinct. The question in establishing an intrinsic quality of greater intelligence to men becomes then, defining intelligence, and as I realize this relief is sort of seeping into my veins, because I know a great many things about nutrition or sustainability that many of my tech savvy guy friends don’t know anything about at all.
I had to empower myself to change. I live the beliefs I uphold. I’m vegan, resourceful, anti-consumerism. I see this disastrous world and have decided not to add to the depressing quantities of destruction, but retract. My bleep of meaning in the universe, so insignificant it could drive me to useless depression, propels me forwards. It’s disgraceful to be given such a little bit of existence, such a small chance for joy or love, and to sacrifice it because of how little it affects are felt. All I know is little, all I am is little. I can live with that and still drive myself to madness or illness in an attempt to guarantee its outcome. I’m an altered hedonist, a pleasure seeking- selfish being with a conscious. I don’t want to hurt anyone; I don’t want to cause my virtually useless bleep in the universe to be a negative one, a small, indecisive victory towards the end of destruction or destitution. I can do good, I really can. The more ideas I spread, the more I can personally catalyze change, the more I stand to finish my days as a calm and contented person; I’m ruled by selfishness that way.
So I’ve decided, against my impulsive, abstract, caricature of a personality, to make a plan. Not just “It’s not that serious” the motto I’ve followed to avoid the neurotic constraints of my type A personality. I’ve established some goals towards improving the lives of the people around me. I want the brilliant men I know to question their views on feminism. I want ALL the women I know to become more tech savvy, and to question what they believe in truly, as members of the human race first an foremost, and as women second. If equality doesn’t come at any point in history, if technology doesn’t lead us to an Eden of permaculture and the sustainable nature of humanity, then it won’t be because of my essentially futile blip. And If I’m lucky (and seriously underestimating) myself, it might be in part because of it.