And, V offers some possible solutions towards the end of the article:
“The truth is that unless the culture changes, unless patriarchy is dismantled, we will forever be spinning our wheels. Coming out of Covid, we need to be bold, daring, outrageous and to imagine a more radical way of existing on the Earth. We need to continue to build and spread activist movements. We need progressive grassroots women and women of colour in positions of power. We need a global initiative on the scale of a Marshall Plan or larger, to deconstruct and exorcise patriarchy – which is the root of so many other forms of oppression, from imperialism to racism, from transphobia to the denigration of the Earth.” In this spirit of radical deconstruction and exorcism of patriarchy, let's talk about Gwyneth Paltrow.
I’m not saying Gwyneth Paltrow is “evil”. I’ve never met her. The only thing she’s ever done to upset me personally was choosing to play Sylvia Plath in the monstrous piece of shit film Sylvia (2003). Paltrow played a better Plath (or, at least, a better Esther Greenwood, the protagonist of Plath’s novel The Bell Jar) as Margot Tenenbaum than she did playing Sylvia Plath.
Paltrow is one of those celebrities lots of people love to loathe and, tbqh she doesn't really help herself. In a 2017 article called ‘The Unbearable Wrongness of Gwyneth Paltrow’, academic scientist and writer Yvette d’Entremont calls attention to the possible health dangers of G.P.'s “advice on how to diagnose a parasite you probably have (and that is destroying you), how to best shove a fancy rock into your vagina — sorry, your yoni — to improve your sex life and, as always, how to detox.” through her website, Goop.
D’Entremont goes on to say that the advice (and products sold) by Paltrow are “pure, unadulterated, blood-diamond free, organic-certified, biodynamic, moon-dusted bullshit.” She quotes examples such as Paltrow's advice on throwing away any lingerie you wore with previous lovers, because the offending articles “can carry the toxic residue of those relationships, along with painful memories… While we might not think to trash lingerie that once made us feel so good — or that we spent a lot of money on — it’s a powerful, healing gesture to make.”
It’s this element of Palrow’s narcissistic white privilege which seethes with Erisian energy. Quite apart from the luxury of having the money to waste discarding expensive items of clothing, it’s the propagation of the idea that throwing away one’s underwear (and/or burning a candle that smells like Gwyneth's vagina) is somehow “powerful” and “healing”; that it is in some way a feminist statement. The banality of universalised feminism, the efforts made to dumb it down into something less threatening and more palatable, so it can be appropriated by (patriarchal) capitalism in order to fuel profit margins, is the rotten core of the Erisian discord here. Jessa Crispin explores this phenomenon and its inherent dangers in her paradigm-shifting 2017 book “Why I Am Not a Feminist: A Feminist Manifesto”.
One of the most important books of the 21st Century, my own copy of “Why I Am Not a Feminist…” (pictured) is stained with blood, from when I leant it to a friend whose (male) cat scratched her while she was reading it.
The book's opening chapter is so powerfully incantatory I know it by heart, and I implore all human beings of every gender to read, absorb and live out its message:
“Radical change is scary. It’s terrifying, actually. And the feminism I support is a full-on revolution. Where women are not simply allowed to participate in the world as it already exists—an inherently corrupt world, designed by a patriarchy to subjugate and control and destroy all challengers—but are actively able to re-shape it… My feminism is not one of incremental change, revealed in the end to be The Same As Ever, But More So. It is a cleansing fire. Asking for a system that was built for the express purpose of oppression to, “um, please stop oppressing me?” is nonsense work. The only task worth doing is fully dismantling and replacing that system.
If feminism is universal, if it is something that all women and men can “get on board” with, then it is not for me.
If feminism is nothing more than personal gain disguised as political progress, then it is not for me.
If by declaring myself a feminist I must reassure you that I am not angry, that I pose no threat, then feminism is definitely not for me.
I am angry. And I do pose a threat.”
Today is my niece’s 9th birthday. She is fucking awesome. She is a living, breathing example of everything that is healthy and vital about Aries energy (“the primordial urge to survive; to be the hunter, not the prey”). She gives zero fucks what anyone thinks of her, and decided to spend the entirety of lockdown dressing and acting as a cat (the most healthy response to the events of the last few years that I have witnessed, in anyone).
For the last few months I’ve been giving her guitar lessons, trying to teach her how and what she wants to learn. She didn’t care for chords, so I used open tunings and have been teaching her how to play slide. And, she can really jam! There’s a rare point sometimes, when you're teaching an instrument, where the music being made crosses over from a “lesson” and magically turns into a “jam”; where I’m no longer a "teacher", I’m just a human being enjoying making music with another human being. Our lessons are becoming more and more like this. So much so that last week I recorded her, and I'm going to spend tonight converting the recordings so she can listen to them and send them to her mates. She won’t give a shit; the moment is gone and she’ll be interested in whatever she’s doing in this moment (she is one of my greatest spiritual teachers), but it will make my sister happy at least. No one knows what the future holds, but I do know that my niece is going to be a far more formidable force in its creation than I am, and that she most definitely poses a threat.
#focl #fnord
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