"I used to use my body and looks to manipulate men." I confessed to him.
"Oh God!" I could hear the contempt and resentment in his voice.
"I know. I know. It's a horrible way to be." quickly admitting my guilt in hopes to prove my rehabilitation.
Upon further examination, I realized it's more complicated than this.
Should wearing tight or revealing clothing be considered intentional manipulation? Women are told in almost every way, at seemingly every moment, that our womanhood is defined first and foremost by how attractive men find us. I'm not simply referring to the barrage of advertisements that tell us we must be beautiful and that their product is the way to get us there. It pervades into all areas: female politicians are rated on their "femininity" (think Janet Reno) as defined by their outfits, shoe choices, hair styles, while some even ask to be known for their "lipstick". Female athletes are similarly judged by their cute smiles, great legs, and tight little bodies. When was the last time Peyton Manning's smile was part of a conversation about his ability to bring his team to the Super Bowl?
The point is that we live in a culture fully obsessed with the appeal of the female body. Meanwhile, infuriatingly, many people fail to recognize the hypocrisy. Women are judged for their "manipulative" ways while simultaneously demanded to exhibit them. Being beautiful these days is often about changing our natural color, height, size, smell, etc. so that others find us attractive. Women make these changes not for the betterment of humanity but rather for the physical appeal, and the, often sexual, reaction it gets from men. Shouts of "be sexy! Be sexy! Be sexy!" are simultaneously heard with "stop trying to seduce us." We're damned if we do; damned if we don't. I'm not going to pretend that this Mary/Eve, virgin/whore dichotomy is anything new to the plight of women; I just felt that perhaps it wouldn't hurt to reiterate it. So now, I'll move on.
Imagine if all the hours and brain power devoted by women to their looks was instead put towards ideas and actions that actually WOULD benefit humanity. How much better off would we all be?
I am not trying to negate the joy of physical and sexual attraction. It's an enjoyable and even essential part of life. My issue lies with the obsession of sex: the astronomical increase in porn use, the decrease in the age kids are having sex, the exposure to sexual images and resulting desensitization. It seems as though we're forgetting that as women and men we all have more to offer each other than our sex.
The women's movements have waxed and waned throughout history, these days it is waning in a particularly tragic and severe way. Because there's a lot of money to be made in making people feel ugly and showing them what products can help them change that, men are now becoming victimized by the same forces that turn people into mere bodies. Both sexes are spending increasingly more time in front of mirrors and closets.
The "feminine" traits of compassion, nurturing, spirituality, connectedness with nature, nonviolence, and sincerity are being erased from association with women. Not that they were ever exclusive to women as their most famous manifestations came from men: Jesus, Ghandi, Martin Luther King, Jr. But historically, women were thought to exhibit them more innately. The culprits that are stripping away these qualities from women are innumerable but some of my favorites include: reality TV shows, movies depicting only hot young women, and we can't forget the fabulous contributions of pop "music." (Have you heard the one that goes, "Hush, girl. Shut your lips. Do the Helen Keller, and talk with your hips"? The myriad of ways I'm hurt by those lyrics overwhelm me and are enough to fill a whole other blog entry, so I'll just leave it.)
The biggest problem is that while these "feminine" qualities are no longer being attributed to women, they're not being attributed to anyone else either; they're simply losing their value. And whether these were considered "feminine" traits because of nature or nurture is irrelevant; they’re traits of which the world desperately needs more, which both sexes should be proud to exhibit, and that reveal the deep beauty of humanity. More and more, organizations around the world are finding that educating and empowering women is the best way to bring communities out of starvation and depression. Women can be powerful forces for good and have a lot to offer the world if we let them. With the growing acceptability of obsessing over women's bodies before all else, we are degrading what women used to and can represent.
Many times Western culture looks at women in religious communities as oppressed by how much they're forced to cover themselves. But I don't exactly see Girls Gone Wild as an expression of women's liberation. Or headbands passing as skirts and tops--these clothes are not only often uncomfortable, impractical, and unattractive, but they make it nearly impossible for people to see women as anything else but bodies. Being more covered deemphasizes physiques, allowing who women are as people to come out.
This has nothing to do with shame of our bodies. Frankly, I'd prefer to just be naked (probably 'cause I live in Hawaii, where "cold" means wear something with sleeves); and if I thought that doing so wouldn't entirely distract others from the person that I am, I'd be all for it. Modesty is currently the most realistic option and a way in which dignity can be restored to womanhood. (Although, I do acknowledge that doing so is sometimes a difficult, deliberate resistance to the constant “be sexy” messages.)
So what does all this mean? It means I'm frustrated. I'm awaiting the next waxing of the women's movement—uh, that didn't sound right. It means this world is in trouble. There are immense imbalances everywhere causing starvation, drought, war, environmental destruction; and it is the “feminine” forces—compassion, mercy, and nonviolence—that can help to restore justice and peace. It means we must all revere and exhibit this internal beauty, and we must act fast before men get sucked too far in too. And lastly, it means I'm still conflicted: my bright red nails click on this keyboard, while my carefully plucked eyebrows face the monitor, and (sorta recently) shaved legs are crossed beneath the desk. Do I have to go the Janet Reno route in order to not feel as though I'm not distracting from my true femininity?