What if they threw a feminist art exhibit and nobody came?

From the files of “Why, no one’s ever done that a million times before!”…

In shocking art-world news, a feminist artist (you know what’s-a-coming now, doncha?) has made a large, golden statue of her – can you guess?  No?  Well, let’s just say it isn’t a golden statue of her calf.

Naturally, universities are falling all over themselves to get a piece o’ dat.

Sophia Wallace’s CLITERACY explores the cultural paradox of an obsession with sexualized female bodies and little understanding of female sexuality. CLITERACY asserts the right of a woman to set individualized expectation for the treatment of her body instead of simply responding to the actions of another with a “yes” or a “no”, a concept of consent that falsely homogenizes experience and implies passivity. By occupying public space with information about women’s bodies, CLITERACY destigmatizes the information itself, facilitating open dialogue. Wallace’s work reveals the “phallic as neutral” bias in science, law, philosophy, politics, mainstream and even feminist discussion, and the art world. Her art will be displayed in DuPont Library as a means of mirroring the cultural silence surrounding issues of female sexuality in today’s world as well as throughout history. The questions we hope this exhibit provokes among students, community members, and faculty are: why is this shocking to me? Why is it odd or difficult for me to see a representation of a clitoris, when phallic imagery abounds? We hope that by bringing Wallace and her artistic vision to Sewanee, we can encourage more in depth, healthy conversations about female sexuality, sexual violence on campus, as well as a myriad of other topics to stimulate growth.

If this is the new “healthy” when it comes to conversations, just leave me sick, okay?

But I mean, really, the “cultural silence surrounding issues of female sexuality”? What planet does this woman live on? She’s not even unique this month for making female genital art; universities are pretty much nonstop talk-a-thons about female sexuality.

(h/t Moonbattery)

Another example of feminism failing to help real women, public breastfeeding edition.

On my recent post about the vagina kayak feminist “artist”, I made the following comment:

If feminists want to be taken seriously, why do they do stuff like this? Don’t they know they are an embarrassment to serious women?

Imagine a young woman who believes in full equality of the sexes, who intends to have a serious career, and who wants to work hard and be taken seriously. What does modern feminism offer such a woman? Why should she choose to ally herself with a movement that lauds vagina kayakers?

Answer: she won’t. Feminism seals its own fate with such asinine behavior.

Not everyone rejects feminism because they are a weirdo Christian traditionalist like me. Many women reject feminism because they observe the grotesque, embarrassing behavior of feminists and say, “No thank you. I have serious work to do.”

I’m going to start out today’s related post with two personal anecdotes that will seem unrelated but which tie in to the main point here.

First anecdote: when I was a student at the University of Michigan, I lived in a student co-op called Black Elk House. I arrived there as a small-town girl who wasn’t used to anything other than very conservative behavior from other girls, but one of my female housemates was a wild-eyed graduate student feminist of the hairy-legged sort who would pass gas loudly at the dinner table fairly regularly, and she earned the rather unkind nickname Master Blaster behind her back. She felt it was her right as a feminist to act gross in public because somehow having good manners was a manifestation of The Evil Patriarchy™.

Second anecdote: I chose to breastfeed our children, including in public places if they were hungry. However, I was never any kind of lactivist, and when it was time to nurse them, I simply tucked them up close to me and raised my shirt only as far as was necessary to get them latched on, and then I tucked the shirt around the side of my exposed breast. I didn’t feel the need to suffocate the babies by putting a blanket over their heads but neither did I want to make others around me uncomfortable. Frankly, I think people only felt uncomfortable when they were trying hard to show that they were NOT ogling my breasts, not because they actually had a problem with public breastfeeding.

Recently I posted a picture of Phil holding our eldest daughter at a Detroit Red Wings game when she was still a nursing infant. During that game, we were seated right next to three cheerful blue-collar type guys who drank beer and joked around, chatting with us the entire first period while our daughter was nursing, and they never even noticed! It wasn’t until the period break when I removed her from the breast that they realized what had been going on, and they became still and nervous as they tried to show that they weren’t staring at me. I thought this was rather nice of them; they weren’t offended by my nursing, and they didn’t want to offend ME by making it look like they were trying to sneak a peek.

While I was pregnant with our second child, I used to go to Lifetime Fitness in Canton to work out. After she was born, I would take her with me and drop her off in the nursery there while I swam laps. At that time, I didn’t know about the controversy surrounding Lifetime Fitness, but shortly after she was born, I found out that another Lifetime Fitness location had refused to allow a mother to nurse her baby on the premises. I was outraged and looked in the member handbook; sure enough, it said women could only nurse their babies in the locker room and had to make it brief and stay covered up.

I had been working out there for awhile and had seen women wearing nothing but thong undies spend 30 minutes at the mirror doing their hair; my four-year-old had come a hair’s breadth from grabbing such a woman’s exposed buttock because she was enamored by the large butterfly tattooed on the lady’s rump (I grabbed her hand just in time to prevent this). I had watched a woman sit entirely nude on a bench for ten minutes breaking up with her boyfriend on her cell phone. But apparently if I wanted to nurse my baby, I was supposed to hide in a corner, cover us fully with a blanket, and make it quick so as not to offend anyone with a 1/8″ view of breast.

I dropped my membership in disgust.

So I can see how a woman was irked recently when Claridge’s, a luxury hotel in London, told her to shroud herself to a ridiculous degree while nursing her infant there. How she started out is pictured on the left and what they asked her to do is pictured on the right:

breastfeedingSome women held a nurse-in to protest, which is fine though it’s nothing I would have done personally. I didn’t feel the need to hold a nurse-in at Lifetime Fitness – I simply took my business and my money elsewhere – but I wouldn’t have thought badly of another woman doing so. Most women who hold “nurse-ins” are pretty discreet and don’t go out of their way to expose themselves, as you can see from this photo of the one that happened at the hotel:

nurse in

So here is a true woman’s issue. Feminists should shine in this area, right?

Wrong.  Here is an excerpt from a feminist essay about the Claridge’s incident and the issue of women being asked to shroud themselves while nursing their babies:

To exhibit any kind of bodily function in public – whether it’s pissing against a wall, spitting in the street, picking and flicking earwax while one waits in a queue – is still seen as a male thing to do. We might consider such things disgusting, but men can assume the right to be disgusting in a way that women can’t. It’s understood that male bodies are a part of what men are. Female bodies don’t have the same status. Even though, on a basic level, we know that they work in much the same way male bodies do – we shit, we piss, we perspire, we snore – we don’t really want to know this. A female body remains a thing to use, to own and to look at. It’s not something which does things suggestive of some real, human messiness inside.

These days the phrase “real woman” is associated with Dove adverts, not with women who fart and burp and might occasionally want to cough up some phlegm while out on a jog. I’m not saying these are pleasant things to do – nor am I proposing we organise a feminist fart-in (unless it’s held at Claridge’s) – but I do think we need to ask ourselves whether the perceived “maleness” of bodily functions is harmful to women. If we pretend that other women don’t snore, sweat or have smelly feet, how much more ashamed will we feel of our own bodies, simply for existing in their natural state?

In contrast to the female body, the male body is simply allowed to be: to fill the room, legs spread wide, adding its own sounds and scents to the air. To assume the right to be a little bit revolting – to spit on the street, to jokingly raise your arse cheek to fart – is, I would argue, a form of privilege.

Here was a chance for feminists to show they really care about the kinds of issues that affect real-life women, and the feminist response was to turn it into a gripe session about how women aren’t allowed to fart loudly in public the way the woman in my student co-op did at the dinner table.

But you know what? Men don’t usually pass gas loudly in public like that. This is a feminist fantasy. And the vast majority of normal women don’t want to do that either; they want to be able to nurse their babies without being harassed by hotel or gym staff, but they don’t want to offend and disgust the people around them.

Defecating is also a natural bodily function that both men and women engage in, but we don’t do that publicly either. We excuse ourselves to a private room to take care of that, and passing gas can almost always be taken care of in a similar manner. This is not because bodily functions are shameful but rather because part of good manners is not offending others with unpleasant odors when it is possible not to.

Breastfeeding, on the other hand, does not produce a foul smell. It is not socially disruptive, and women should not have to retreat under a blanket-tent or hide in another room to do it. How can feminists not see that farting and nursing are in no way equivalent? The original woman’s complaint was valid, and the feminist response was a perfect example of how feminists make real life women’s issues into an embarrassing joke that men won’t take seriously and how they distract us from finding good solutions to those issues by focusing on non-existent “male privilege” instead of the real problem, which in this case was poor corporate policy.