Monday, 29 August 2016

Femininity

On August 26, 2016, the website First Things published this article:

https://www.firstthings.com/blogs/firstthoughts/2016/08/why-man-and-woman-are-not-equal

This is my response.

The argument for equality is not an argument for sameness. It is an argument for women to be fully feminine, by their own definition, and concurrently have access to equal rights that men currently take for granted.

Femininity by definition has nothing to do with men. It is the quality which makes women, women. Glenn Stanton has written a statement that women are trying to overcome their femininity, and his definition of femininity is centered around a woman's effect on men, family, and civilization.

Whether or not women have a civilizing effect on men, this is not the definition of femininity. This hijacks what women are, and makes femininity about the men around them - men's behavior, men's self control, men's sense of responsibility. Femininity, however, is an ontology. It cannot be about what men do with or about women. It is about what women do and are about. Stanton takes away a women's singularity of being, and makes her femininity about how men interact with her.

It is one thing to say, “You have made me a better person through your good influence”. It is quite another to say, “Your purpose is to influence me to make me better”. Stanton crosses this line.
The article tagline on Facebook is, "The first step in weakening her power is to convince her that she must overcome her femininity". Both clauses in this sentence need unpacking because they contain the essence of the author's thesis. I will start with second clause first: "To convince her that she must overcome her femininity".

I do wish he had clarified who exactly is convincing women to overcome their femininity. The sentence is ambiguous. In the context of the article, he may mean that someone is convincing women to stop marrying and having children. Stanton does not clarify how women are being convinced; he uses the power of the passive voice in his writing to his full advantage. The fact is that a woman cannot stop being "feminine" - she is that by her nature, married or not, mother or not, sister or not, daughter or not, nurturing or violent or simpering or weak or strong or selfish or sick or isolated or extroverted or sexy or dowdy or tall or short or virgin or slut or anything else.

He refers to feminism as the culprit. It doesn't make much sense; feminism by definition is: "the advocacy of women's rights on the grounds of political, social, and economic equality to men." Christians in general ascribe the increase in working mothers and increase in the divorce rate (thus, the breakdown of the traditional family) to feminism, since these things have increased coincidentally over time. He doesn't say that he thinks this, but in the context this may be what he is getting at.

Let us discuss then the effects of feminism: How demanding the right to vote, personhood, equal rights under Canada's Charter of Rights and Freedoms, equal representation in the House of Commons, equal rights to property after divorce, equal pay, equal job opportunities, equal respect and equal social access has weakened women. Have these things weakened our power, weakened our voice, weakened our ability to fulfill our potential and be feminine? Or have they interfered with the goal of getting married, staying married, and raising children? I see no weakening - not for women. Of course, male power over politics, religion, social institutions, employment, business, property, and family life has weakened considerably as women have together said, "I'm not your bitch."

I am a reluctant feminist. But I am one because of this: I married young, to a strong Christian man, a leader in the church, gifted and liked. I submitted to his headship to the best of my ability - and to his neglect and abuse, enduring in prayer as I was supposed to, until my children's lives were in danger and I was left with no choice but to protect them. Without feminism, I would have had no options except these: Stay in an abusive marriage, kill myself to get out of it, or flee and leave my children behind to be abused and neglected. Without the legacy and power afforded to me by the feminists who fought for equal rights, I would not be able to work to support myself, have the right to half the marital property, or take the children with me. My experience of abuse is not uncommon. Domestic violence shelters are always full. The social services women rely on for basic necessities are always strained by demand.

The greatest danger to embracing the proposition that "Femininity equals Good Male Behavior", is that when the opposite happens - men behave cruelly - it puts the responsibility for that back on women. Whether you, the reader, accept this as valid or not, it is the next logical step. Consciously or unconsciously, many men embrace this and expect their wives to influence them to behave. They believe women who fail to make them behave deserve the behavior they get - the bruises, the erosion of self, the damage to the soul.

The final, and probably most insidious and devastating opinion in this piece is that he presents women as superior to men. He opens his article with sweeping, grandiose fawning and flattery. Women are so amazing, so powerful, so perfect, so incredible that they just keep all the badness of men in check. Not only is this contradictory to the teachings of the Bible, which states that all people are fallible, and it is the conscience which convicts us (not women!), but this false exaltation places shame on the women who fall short.

"Woman is the most powerful living force on the globe." Phrases like this pay lip-service to the value of women, while inequality is reinforced. At best this sentence is meaningless blather, insidious flattery - at worst it is used against women who want equality with men. "You are already powerful, why do you want equality?" is what it really says.

Women like me, who failed to make their men behave, even when they were consciously trying, are blamed. Women are shamed who fail to keep their marriages intact, their men interested (as if it were entirely up to the woman!), fail in the microcosm of their own lives, to live up to this grand ideal. Women have their own pastors question whether they were really trying, and question what they did to cause the breakdown of the marriage. Women are made to answer for their husband's bad behavior.

Are we, the failed women, actually feminine anymore? Not by Glenn Stanton's definition. We did not make our men behave. We do not have this formidable power of femininity which causes male capitulation. No, we hindered our ascendancy, so we were bruised and thrown and crushed and raped and damaged, and we deserved it.

Femininity is not servitude to male desires, needs, or behavior. Women are not accountable for men’s actions. Each of us must take responsibility for our own lives. Keep your soaring prose for something else, Stanton. Visit a domestic violence shelter, and taste and see whether this idealistic vision of "Femininity equals Good Male Behavior” works in the real world, in actual marriages and families.

I think you’ll identify a disconnect - and it won’t be a lack of Christian, anti-feminist victims of male violence.

Monday, 8 June 2015

The Furnace

I'd challenge the lions
and the giants
fight past despair
face the burning furnace

but I am crammed inside
the tight airless dark
of a candle snuffer
choking on ash

Saturday, 6 June 2015

The Poor in Spirit

I am not a very good Christian any more.

I used to think that under it all, I was doing the things right and that counted for something. That it counted for a lot.

I wanted God's blessing and God's protection, and to get those one must do all the things just so, or try to. God forgives those who are trying to do the things just so, but fail, so still protects and blesses the trying.

Now I don't do all the things just so. Now I don't try.

Why?

I don't really know. I got exhausted somewhere in my soul, doing right and finding no harvest. No protection. No blessing.  All this doing the things right got me exactly nowhere and I feel betrayed. The soil is poisoned.

Doing the things just so made me feel better than those who didn't. I tried not to let it but it did.
Doing the things just so made me feel ashamed when I failed, which was all the time.

I can't do the things that make God love me; can't show my love by obeying. Someone tells me he does anyway, that he always did.

These theologians. Spiritual pundits. These writers and speakers and church-leading-noise-makers teach me how best to manage the shame of failing to be like them - that is to say, like they say they are. I do the things they tell me God hates, and I wonder if he loves anyway. They predict doom for me. They do. I do. It's easy to believe in doom.

All the things they say are so intertwined with lies and shame that I am too weak to separate and pull out. I have put all their shaming out of my mind.

The shame makers taught me that faith is a thing in itself to amass. They taught me to hope in a mirage. That love is made perfect by shame.

I can't sit through a "worship service" - that glorious production of music and exposition - because I am exhausted from the work of shame. I came to find community, not a dissection of God's rules about who is in and who is out. I can't watch the show. 

I need to find people who know how it feels to have love exchanged for abuse and shame. When I find them, I know I find people who know how to love. 

I Am Not

I am not a lighthouse
     High on a crag
Aloof, untouched
     Impervious to the storm

I am a seashell
     Pounded, dragged,
        broken by the surf
Indistinguishable
     From the sand.


March 1, 2015

Tuesday, 25 September 2012

In Which I Compare

I have a confession to make.

I compare myself to others.

This is entirely human and "normal" I suppose. But it's a really unfruitful way of thinking. I spend a lot of time comparing myself to the people I love the most (what an insult to them, when you think about it) and to whom I am in the habit of trying to measure up: my siblings. They are all successful, have university degrees, happy families, busy social lives, and live thoughtful and intentional lives. Then there's the mess that is me- never finished any degree, struggling with parenting, finances, depression, and never knowing where the heck my life is headed anyway.

Some days I feel like I have wasted my life. 

I spent time in prayer today, and decided to be thankful for what God has done through the years I consider wasted and unfruitful.

There's a pretty long list.

It's a really good list too. Not the kind of list that will put money in my bank account or letters after my name, but it is a hidden spring of mercy and growth through darkness and struggle and loneliness. Growth I don't believe I could have ever had any other way; growth I didn't know I needed and wouldn't have known how to accomplish if I'd known.

These aren't all the things I thought of, but the ones I find most important:

I have learned to persevere past emotion, distraction, futility, incompetence, and being overwhelmed. And even past paralyzing comparisons.

I have learned God's utter faithfulness through my darkness. I have learned that He loves me because I am His; apart from all my gifts, achievements, folly, and sin. I am valuable, and not because anyone else thinks so- God thinks so, and it is enough.

I have learned that my emotions do not define me. I can accept them as valid at the moment, but not have to act on them, feel guilty about them, change them, fight them, or dwell on them. I am becoming a person who can continue in a plan in spite of depression, passion, or emotional distraction. My temperament is changeable, impulsive- and I am stiff-necked and proud. It never would have occurred to me that emotions can be both accepted and ignored. The Holy Spirit has worked through my circumstances to train me without me even knowing it. I have always been focused on fighting my emotions: He has been focused on helping me accept them for what they are. 

How could I compare this list with anyone else's life? I am content that He is still leading me- that He began this good work, and He will be faithful to complete it, even if I don't know what that will be like.
Therefore, my dear brothers, be steadfast, immovable, always excelling in the Lord's work, knowing that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.    -1Cor 15:58

Tuesday, 4 September 2012

If I Were a Bird

A poem from last winter.

If I Were a Bird

I'd be an owl:
wise, precise-
swift and silent as the night

I'd be a blackbird:
trilling joyfully
at home amid the clover

I'd be a swallow:
soaring and dancing
between the cliff and sky

I'd be a chickadee:
fill cold days
with my bittersweet song
of love



More of my poems are here.

Thursday, 30 August 2012

A Word from Oswald

As I was flipping through my journal the other day, a few things stuck out at me. One of them was this quote from (I believe) Oswald Chambers. (I was reading "My Utmost for His Highest" at the time, and copied it out from time to time. I was also reading some Tozer but this quote sounds more like Chambers.)

The question of whether or not we reach a particular goal is of little importance and reaching it becomes merely an episode along the way. What we see as only the process of reaching a particular end, God sees as the goal itself. 
What is my vision of God's purpose for me? Whatever it may be, His purpose is for me to depend on Him and His power now... God's training is for now, not later... if we realize that moment-by-moment obedience is the goal, then each moment as it comes is precious.