Hey, who wants to hear some totally non-news-related navel-gazing that later opens up into a discussion of feminist practice? Oh, you DO? Good!
So, as the year winds to a close, here is one thing I have had to face about how it has gone down: I’ve suddenly become a really, really lucky person. I mean, bad things have happened this year too! Because bad things happen to everybody! But also, I started a blog a while ago, and for some reason – some reason I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND, mind you – people have been really, unaccountably nice and supportive about it. And now, I am getting to do the thing I have been telling people I was going to do since I was seven years old, which is Be a Writer. A broke Writer, mind you! But, still! And I know nobody wants to hear me yammer on about that, because it is boring, but suffice it to say: I have wondered how to use this luck well. How to deserve it, basically. And I was on the train yesterday, reading Adrienne Rich, and I suddenly came across this passage (in her essay “When We Dead Awaken,” which you NEED TO READ if you have not already, and NEED TO RE-READ if you have) that was basically like Adrienne Rich suddenly fixed her steely gaze upon me and decided to speak to me about all my nonsense:
We seem to be special women here, we have liked to think of ourselves as special… An important insight of the radical women’s movement has been how divisive and ultimately destructive is this myth of the special woman, who is also the token woman. Every one of us here in this room has had great luck – we are teachers, writers, academicians; our own gifts could not have been enough, for we all know women whose gifts are buried or aborted. Our struggles can have meaning and our privileges – however precarious under patriarchy – can be justified only if they can help to change the lives of women whose gifts – and whose very being – continues to be thwarted and silenced.
Which: yes, Adrienne Rich. That is true. I agree with you on this topic, Adrienne Rich. Because, basically, I know that I would not be here if several men and women had not – BIZARRELY – found the time and energy to help me out in about a million ways. My question to you is: how do you justify that? How do you use what you’ve been given, and give it to other folk?
On one hand, I have learned how to do it from people who have done it for me: people who have used their own positions to point out what I’m doing to others, or just to teach me How Stuff Works. But there are also the other expressions of support, from people who do not give one tiny little crap about The Blogs. Like, my friend who makes a project out of coming over and giving me pep talks so that I can complete difficult projects and get the hell over myself when I am despairing about something or other. This lady is really talented – she has a great voice, she’s a funny writer, there are about a million things at which she could very plausibly succeed – but the thing she’s most passionate about and good at is supporting other people and helping them to figure out where their talents lie. And she does this! For me, and for others! Or my boyfriend, who, when I was like, “oops, I know you just moved in with me but I got laid off, MY BAD,” was like, “super! Now you can start pitching stories to people! Because obviously you could do that and it would not end in terrible failure and humiliation! And I will ensure that you do not starve, also.” Or a musician friend of mine, who was the first person I knew to have a Professionally Creative Profession, who made a project of me when I had not written anything in years, and told me The Shit You Need To Hear, such as, “look, you can talk about how you want to do something or you can actually do it, so suck it up and start putting things on the Internet or something because time is officially A-Wasting.”
What I am realizing – and providing several personal examples of, on a site that is not actually my personal blog! – is that for us feminists, this is actually a form of activism. For one thing, it’s how we overcome the stereotype that women are bitchy and catty and hateful to each other. For another, it’s how we challenge the idea that competition and hierarchy and status and power are inevitably central to human communities, and that opportunity is some sort of zero-sum game. And it’s how we build community; it’s how we create the movement we want; it’s how we make stuff happen. I’m talking about writing, because that is the thing that I am passionate about and (ugh, okay) good at, feminist-wise, but there are so many other forms of activism and talents for activism and general goodness, in the people around us, and we can either empower the ladies and dude-allies around us to own their talents and succeed with them, or we can just sort of wave at each other and be like, “hi! Hope you’re doing okay! I’m really busy though so I’m not going to take any steps to make it okay if it’s not!” I know I am getting very Oprah here, but also, let us toughen this discussion up by introducing The Shit You Need to Hear, again: look, we can either talk about the movement we want or we can have it. We can talk about how we want more diversity, more experiences represented, more talent, more activity on more various fronts, or we can actually take the step of paying attention to the people around us, noticing what they are good at, and then telling them – telling them like hell, my friends – to go out and be good at that. And making it more possible for them to do that, when necessary. Because if one thing is true, it’s that competitiveness and self-satisfaction with one’s role as a Special Lady is really not going to get anyone anywhere ever.
I get stuck on precisely how to do this, however. Partly because I am horrible and self-absorbed, but also because it is an easy theory to espouse and a hard one to put into practice. I think that it can take a lot of forms. Writing to a lady who is having a hard time, and reminding her that she matters and makes a difference; I did that one yesterday. Or seeking out people who are not as well-known as you are, and making them better-known; that’s another one. Talking to someone who’s not sure how to move forward, and telling them what’s so great about them, and coming up with suggestions as to how they can use that; that’s a good one to do, I think. But also, this is all sounding REALLY OPRAH AND NEBULOUS (“you know what’s nice? Being nice! The world would be a nicer place if we were all nice, I think! In conclusion, niceness”) so I am going to turn the floor over to you. What concrete stuff do you do with your privileges or luck to build community? It would be nice (AHHHH) if you would tell me. Because I kind of need to know.