Showing posts with label Newsnight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Newsnight. Show all posts

Friday, 1 November 2013

Bra Burning Feminist

I haven't stopped thinking about 'feminism' and a good alternative word since the Newsnight programme.  Ruby, of the beautiful eyes and lip-biting self deprecation, from the British Bake Off has written another brilliant comment piece for the Guardian today.  http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2013/nov/01/woman-feminist-shout-down-ruby-tandoh?CMP=twt_gu
She says that we mustn't "facepalm" (I can promise you I have never facepalmed in my life) when Angela Epstein says that her blow-dried hair is evidence that she's not a feminist.  Mrs Epstein's position is one shared by many women.  Many women think that they can't be feminists if they want to look nice, wear make-up, be a princess, pole dance for their boyfriend, knit or have children.

I am a domestic feminist.  I knit, make cakes, stayed at home to raise my children but I still advocate women's rights on the basis that there is (or should be) equality between the sexes.  I raised a feminist daughter, who loved pink, would still like to be a Disney Princess and spends her free time thinking about make-up; a feminist son, who loves science, food, geography, maths and cooking and am married to a feminist man, who likes shopping, moaning, drumming out of time and films.  Everyone in my family would want women to be treated fairly and equally because they believe that there should be equality between the sexes and that's what makes us feminists.  That is the definition of feminism.

Maybe, Angela Epstein and others who agree with her are saying that men and women are not equal.  If so, I think they are confusing equality with being the same. Of course, men and women are different.  Women don't cry for three days if someone throws a ball in their crotch and men don't have babies or have breasts that require support. No two humans are the same but that doesn't make them less equal, or it shouldn't.  Because women have been suppressed for so long (I would love to be a fly on a wall to go back in history and find out how that happened) we have become used to gender stereotypes and associating male roles as good things to want and female roles as bad.  This is where feminism may have made it's big mistake.  Instead of agreeing and denying the female roles they should have said how great these things are and allowed men to do them too.  There are men who want to wear make up, smell nice, have shiny hair, shop, cook, knit, sew, remove all the hair from their bodies, have tidy houses with nice curtains, stay at home to raise their children.  There are men who would be better at these things than their wives or partners.  There are also women who want to build things, be strong, run enormous companies, dig allotments, do maths or science who would be better at those things than men.  We need to stop assuming that there are things that only women do.  My daughter and I were having a discussion about feminism yesterday and she was telling me how she had analysed a 'style' magazine, as part of her course, looking at roles of men and women.  She said that they had found all the top jobs, editors etc, were taken by men but all the writers were women.  She qualified her statement with, "of course all the writers were women because of the content of the magazine."  This is what we need to change.  We need to teach our boys that feminine qualities are great and we need to be less frightened that they will steal these great things from us.

Denying female activities was what defined feminists in the 1970s when I was growing up.  They railed against some things that many women wouldn't want to give up.  If a couple wants a baby, it is the woman that has to have it and if a woman has breasts over a certain size they will need support.  I grew up with the images of women burning bras and would have probably been put off feminism if my mother hadn't shown that you can wear a bra and be a feminist and that you can even wear those big 'suck everything in knickers' and believe in women's rights.  As a teenager, I was desperate for a bra, despite having nothing to put in it and so my mum took me to be measured.  It was a humiliating experience for someone who really should have been wearing a tight vest and so I refused to be measured again until I had my first child and really needed proper support.  Since then, when I was a 34H I have been measured about 5 times and each time the answer is amazingly different.  I have been everything from 32AA to 38D, which is a surprise to me and probably would be to anyone who has known me because I have remained a constant size 10-12 dress size.  Each time I have been measured I have then bought a bra that the shop assistant insists is the right size but I am unable to wear for more than 4 hours without permanent injury.


This half term holiday, my main job was to buy some new bras.  I threw out a draw full of uncomfortable ones and discovered that I had two that were still just about possible to wear.  One was that horrible washed, I don't know if I'm white, grey or beige colour and the other has a small hole at the edge of the underwiring which is threatening to pop out and stab me to death the next time I bend over.  The Long Suffering Husband came with me for the first attempt.  He likes to shop and has opinions on what makes a nice bra.  I couldn't find anything that seemed to fit.  I tried all the sizes I'd been told I was before but nothing was right.  "You'll have to get measured," he said.  I resisted and went home and measured myself and went back to try more on, still without much luck.  Then on my 4th trip to the shops (and if you know how much I hate shopping you will realise how difficult that was for me) I gave in.  I stood in the Debenhams' changing room in a bra, with a little roll of fat hanging over the top of my jeans, looking older and uglier than I remember ever looking and reluctantly called for the young, pretty assistant to come and stare at me.  Yesterday, I wore one of the bras that she decided were perfect.  By 4pm I was on the verge of tears, there was a stabbing pain just above my left rib and I still had a 3 hour drive before I could properly take the thing off.

Suddenly being a bra burning feminist seems like a good idea. Ignore everything I just said about women and men being different it's a tight vest for me from now on.

Wednesday, 30 October 2013

It's Just Semantics

Last night Newsnight did feminism.  They did feminism in two short films and a 5 minuite discussion with 4 white, middle class, well spoken, highly educated women. The films were interesting.  A black woman discussed how black women are objectified into bottoms, sticking in the air in music videos and a white singer talked about her run-in with the press after her shirt slipped at a concert and she accidentally exposed a (what looked like a bra-covered) breast.  Then the presenter talked about the EveryDaySexism project on Twitter and the guests were asked to comment.

The Every Day Sexism project was started as a way for women to talk about sexism, equality and women's rights.  It is a place where women can say that actions of a man made them feel uncomfortable or that they feel they have been unfairly treated just because of their gender.  This site makes for depressing and quite uncomfortable reading.  It makes you realise that many women do not feel equal and they definitely don't feel safe.

The first question that the presenter asked her three guests was, "Would you call yourself a feminist?"  And there began the only thing that seemed worth talking about.  They discussed the semantics of a word.  You can only answer the question if you have a clear idea what the word means and as a word feminism means so many different things to different people it becomes a circular argument.  The Daily Mail Journalist said that she wasn't a feminist because women had won the war already.  Women went to University, had educations and so 'job done' no need for feminists any more.  I understand her point of view.  I'm pretty happy with my life.  I don't feel opressed. The Long Suffering Husband and I work as a team in the house.  I have a job that I love and do not feel a man doing my job would be paid more or treated in a different way.  But I can't help feeling that I'm just lucky.  If I wanted to be a CEO of a large organisation, or I was poor, or had a husband who didn't believe that men and women were equal, or lived in a different country then things might be different.

Let's just stop arguing about a word.  Women in the whole world should have equal rights to men and men in the whole world should have equal rights to women.  And all gender's have the right to feel safe and not threatened by each other. It's a human rights issue.

Sunday, 11 November 2012

Remembering


What do we forget when we remember 
What are the stories left untold 
What do we think each November 
As we march down that glory road 
As we march down that gory road 

One hundred million 
Don’t come home from war 
Another eight hundred million 
Who lived to bear its scar 
Who lived to bear its scar 

Lest we forget 
What they were dying for 
Lest we forget 
What they were killing for 
Lest we forget 
What the hell it was for 
  
What do we forget when we remember…

Owen Griffiths


This Remembrance Day I have mainly been shouting at the newspaper, radio and television.  The Long Suffering Husband asked what was making me so angry, then declared I was annoying him and fled to the golf course.

The news that has made me so cross is the BBC bashing that is currently going on over the Newsnight programme.  When the Saville story broke I thought it had only become newsworthy because the two BBC programmes could argue between themselves about who ran the story and who bottled it.  It wasn't enough to believe the victims.  Their stories were not what was making the news.  Everyone knew what he was.  They knew what he'd done.  They knew how millions of girls had suffered and no one cared.  The girls had been told they wouldn't believed and unfortunately that was the truth.    Panorama only ran with the Saville story because they could say that Newsnight had buried the story.  They weren't interested in the victims only point scoring.

So, when Newsnight got another story about child abuse that had been covered up they had to run it, didn't they?  They had a victim, the subject of serial abuse throughout his time in care, who was prepared to tell his story and say that there were people who abused him who were not charged or properly investigated at the time.  He told Newsnight who they were but the programme didn't name them.  

Straight after the programme Twitter was full of names. People who had been  rumoured to be abusers for many years. Now the victim claims that he was mistaken about the person who Newsnight didn't let him name.  It wasn't that person after all.  The world is outraged, baying for blood.  "The poor soul who was falsely accused," they say.  

But memory is a funny thing.  What we remember or don't remember isn't always true.  I have a very vivid memory from when I was 3 years old.  I remember waking up and finding no one in the house, the table was set for breakfast.  I went outside and got on my tricycle and cycled all the way around the house.  I would swear that this is true, that it happened but my parents tell me it didn't and couldn't have for two reasons; We never set the table for breakfast and the house wasn't detached.  I probably didn't have the tricycle either.  A friend told me that she would swear on her life that she was in a particular shopping centre when Hillsborough happened but now knows that she couldn't have been because she wasn't living there in 1989.  But mis-remembering doesn't mean that everything that people say is untrue.

On the Sunday Politics show today, Andrew Neill said that the victim's evidence was wholly false. That's not true.  He was abused, he was in care and he did have a terrible childhood.  He was probably abused by someone he believed to be a senior Tory M.P. and the abuser could have told him that to keep him quiet,  "They'll never believe you, I'm a powerful man." or he could have actually been a powerful man who was able to make the world believe that he had been falsely accused.  Then David Mellor accused the victim of being a "wierdo"  and said you only had to look at the accused to know that he wasn't a paedophile.  This is why victims suffer in silence.  The abusers are right.  No one believes them and then they say horrible things about them and apparently sane people think paedophiles have a large P tattooed on their heads.

It's quite staggering what we forget when we remember.
Let's try not to forget that children need to be protected and believed and encouraged to tell. Let's not forget that accusations need to be thoroughly investigated, so that they don't have to wait until they are adults and so damaged by their experiences that their memories are unreliable.