Rachel Stewart, NZ Herald’s latest click bait and outrage generator goes on another wild slashing about.
Every woman I know, and probably every woman you know too, is grappling with the turbo-charged misogyny all around us of late.
Colin Craig’s unctuous interest and actions toward his press secretary, New Zealand rugby’s clumsy handling of the Chief’s stripper debacle and, the crème de la crème, Trump’s fetish for grabbing – shall we say – felines. It’s not just the acts themselves, and the endless news cycles about them, but more the frenetic, furious and analytical commentary afterwards.
In my case, I’ve unwittingly added fuel to the fire by (sexually) desiring a woman over any man. Anyone who tells you that this is not a majorly rebellious act, even in this so-called enlightened age of marriage equality, is dreaming.
Don’t get me wrong, these discussions are ultimately a good thing. They air out cupboards, blow out cobwebs, and show every woman on the planet that it’s not just her own closet that harbours a skeleton or two.
They can, however, trigger an array of emotions for many women that they find deeply challenging. The interminable roll call of men’s deeds; the bungling, the disrespect, the ownership many males feel towards female bodies. All of it, ALL OF IT, does something to us deep inside.
It’s unspeakable precisely because if we do speak of it we quickly get hammered back in line once again. Society doesn’t tend to readily accept us having strong views on how men can make us feel so bad. It doesn’t fit the homogeneous narrative.
So much anger in this one. Read more »