A Bacardi Breezer Causes An Existential Crisis.....
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I watched a very good programme on Channel 5 of all channels earlier this evening presented by Germaine Greer about the history of feminism. Admittedly you would need a whole series to even begin to do the subject justice but as a brief intro it was excellent.
Greer outlines her belief that in settling for equality rather than liberation women have sold themselves short. She also challenges the idea that feminism is now irrelevant, having achieved all it was meant to. I must say I have always found the notion feminism had achieved it's goals baffling to say the least. Consider the appalling conditions in which women in the third world live or the fact that only one percent of the worlds wealth is owned by women. I suspect this view is as a result of the number of white middle class feminists who can't see further than their own career aspirations.
With hindsight it's easy to see the mistakes of history. For me, a low point of feminism occurred in the 1970's when they started attacking beauty contests. I cannot see the problem with beauty contests, the only women being judged are the contestants who to the best of my knowledge are there voluntarily. I get very irritated by women bleating about feeling pressure to conform to certain physical standards. I'm not a model, no-one pays me to look nice and as long as I can give myself the occasional wink when I pass a mirror I'm happy. The only reason to compare yourself unfavourably with a model is if you are a model and need to keep abreast of the competition. Otherwise you are just mentally ill.
I loathe the way certain women regard beauty as a competition and not as something to be admired. I cannot bear these shockingly small minded office boilers, sitting about, scoffing a family bar of Dairy Milk, bitching about thin women before waddling out of a evening to drink half a Bacardi Breezer then cry as the stifling nature of their small world overwhelms them. Of course none of them would do themselves a favour and read The Female Eunuch
because it contains more pages than The Daily Mail and the fear of actually learning something is too strong. Which is a shame as they would benefit enormously from books central message that, in failing to live up to live up to some unrealistic ideal of womanhood, they haven't failed, as the goal was always beyond their grasp.
Posted by Clairwil
at 10:54 PM BST
Updated: 07/06/05 11:07 PM BST