For the next half-hour or so, though, I'm in an awesome mood. Just had a great meeting with one of my committee members (literally: I walk in, talk about what I've been doing, she says "that sounds great, sounds like you've been doing good work. Have a good day!") and then I skipped, danced, and sang my way back to my office (I think there were fist-pumps in there somewhere too), log onto Facebook, and see that one of my friends has posted a link to this article by Ashley Judd.
Which is awesome.
Quick summary: Judd's been sick, and, as a result, has gained some weight and has been on steroids that have made her face look puffy. People have been gossiping about whether she's had plastic surgery, why she's gaining weight, etcetera, and she's gotten pissed off and written about it. Really intelligently.
I've never been a big fan of hers - mostly because she cheers for Kentucky - but this is definitely worth a read, and almost enough to make me want to seek out one of her movies.
That women are joining in the ongoing disassembling of my appearance is salient. Patriarchy is not men. Patriarchy is a system in which both women and men participate. It privileges, inter alia, the interests of boys and men over the bodily integrity, autonomy, and dignity of girls and women. It is subtle, insidious, and never more dangerous than when women passionately deny that they themselves are engaging in it. This abnormal obsession with women’s faces and bodies has become so normal that we (I include myself at times—I absolutely fall for it still) have internalized patriarchy almost seamlessly. We are unable at times to identify ourselves as our own denigrating abusers, or as abusing other girls and women.
WHAT. Dude. Awesome.