Monday, December 12, 2011

Modern Women

             In a social soil--where men dominate and women succumb-- it is a wonder how women such as Mary Wollstonecraft and Jane Austen were cultivated. These treasures, undoubtedly fertilized by the Lanyers’ and the Astell’s before them, sprung triumphantly from below and questioned the current culture regarding women in society and how it affects marriage. They stood in stark contrast to their surroundings-- showing their readers a mirror, and easing them out of their comfort zone. They ask us why we insist on creating and maintaining women who suffer in the current society, and they “sighed when obliged to confess” that  “Weak, artificial beings, raised above the common wants and affections of their race, in a premature unnatural manner, undermine the very foundation of virtue, and spread corruption through the whole mass of society”. It is our society that breeds and builds the current model--ultimately leaving everyone dissatisfied.

           Austen assures, through the voice of her heroine, “when the romantic refinements of a young mind are obliged to give way, how frequently are they succeeded by such opinions as are but too common and too dangerous” (Austen 47; Chpt. 6). The romantic refinements Austen mentioned is the key to having a fulfilling life, yet,--the majority of the time-- this virtue is manipulated and taken advantage of, leaving  woman with only two options: to be sensible or to be cunning; the latter being the most popular option.

Together, Wollstonecraft and Austen beg us to see marriage as they see it; an artificial institution that rarely produces a happy union, and more commonly produces the perpetuation of inequality. At best, they see society breeding “ridiculous and useless” women who are ill prepared to “govern a family with judgment, or take care of the poor babes whom they bring into the world” (Wollstonecraft, 169). However, far worse than this, they see women trained to ignore the “natural emotions of the heart” and become cunning and manipulative, stifling their virtues and leading “them to play off those contemptible infantine airs that undermine esteem” (Wollstonecraft, 170).  Women are taught to play a game in order to win in the marriage pool, not only to become married but also to have a feigned and fragile power within the marriage itself.

            Mary Wollstonecraft is forthright in her opinion and without asking for forgiveness exclaims: “The conduct and manners of women… prove that their minds are not in a healthy state; for, like the flowers which are planted in too rich a soil, strength and usefulness are sacrificed to beauty” (Wollstonecraft, 166-167).  Nearly a century earlier, Mary Astell asked the question, “If marriage be such a blessed state, how comes it, may you say, that there are so few happy marriages?” (Astell, 2285). Wollstonecraft replies: “I attribute to a false system of education… [men] are more anxious to make [women] alluring mistresses than affectionate wives and rational mothers”. She feels that the misconception of the female sex is so ingrained and nurtured that women, “with a few exceptions, are only anxious to inspire love, when they ought to cherish a nobler ambition, and by their abilities and virtues exact respect” (Wollstonecraft, 167). Thus, the majority of marriages result in a union between disenchanted men and disrespected women.

            Women, who engage in frivolous occupations and collect vacant achievements, have the tendency to lack substance; a way of connecting intelligently to another human being. These women, instead of investing their time in creating a well cultivated mind and an appropriate sense, engage in the learned helplessness of their time and read from the books of male authors who view them more as an angel of the hearth than a mortal human being; their “unfolding mind is not strengthened by the practices of those duties which dignify the human character”. Since these women “only live to amuse themselves, [and thus, can] only afford barren amusement”, they offer little to a fulfilling marriage and “will soon become objects of contempt” (Wollstonecraft, 168). These women, who were designed to ignite passion and allure, fail to realize that they are neglecting the important issue of relationships in general and find themselves married to men who, though once  enamored, are now dissatisfied and disrespectful husbands. Both, men and women, while creating their own demise, will become disillusioned and live in unhappy unions.         

            When Wollstonecraft speaks of an “artificial weakness” in women, she insists that, had the weakness been genuine, a graduation from ridiculousness into cunning would certainly not happen, which it so often does. And becoming cunning will contribute to the overall degradation of women, to be sure. Now, instead of being mindless children, they are untrustworthy and evil manipulators; both equally unappealing and useless in society. However, she asks men to take their share of the responsibility and “become more chaste and modest” , and also,  realize that although they are the exception, “some women govern their husbands without degrading themselves, because intellect will always govern”. Society needs to make allowances for those who choose to take another path. Instead of passing their days in idleness they gain useful knowledge and question their world with a philosophic eye. Men and women together must understand, the reason for their unhappy union is the foundation in which they were grown; the culture itself.

            No one knew the truth of Marry Wollstonecraft’s words as well as Jane Austen. In fact if we use A Vindication of the Rights of Women, as a guide to Austen’s work, we will be more readily prepared to uncover her judgment on social issues-- particularly issues regarding women and marriage. While Wollstonecraft wishes “rather to persuade by the force of [her] arguments, than dazzle by the elegance of [her] language”, Austen would rather take you into a small country house and let you peek in-- seeing for yourself the issues that arise. Virginia Woolf notes that, “Jane Austen kept to her compact; she never trespassed beyond her boundaries”, and yet, “she evades nothing, and nothing is slurred over” (Woolf, 263). Austen shares many of the ideologies of her predecessor, yet weaves them into the personalities and interactions of her characters--though so subtle they may go unnoticed.

            Austen illustrates the words of Wollstonecraft beautifully in Sense and Sensibility. Through characters in this novel, we are able to see first hand the issues Wollstonecraft highlights. Elinor, being the strong and sensible older sister, (well informed and able to keep her emotions in check), makes her very close to the type of ideal woman as was wished for by Wollstonecraft in A Vindication of the Rights of Women. Austen, gives Elinor the “duties that dignify the human character” when she assigns her the role of caretaker. Elinor “possessed a strength of understanding, and coolness of judgment, which qualified her, though only nineteen, to be the counselor of her mother” (Austen, 6; chpt 1). Elinor worries about money, stability, and the reputation of her family, all while silently falling in love with a man she feels inaccessible-- she is sensible without being modishly cunning. Elinor is not, however, as outspoken as Wollstonecraft may have liked her to be, but she bridges the gap between the typical women of her time and one of Austen’s more blunt characters: Elizabeth Bennet.

            Marianne, in contrast, exemplifies the virtue of having “the natural emotions of the heart” paired with an unyielding conviction. She is mindful of her surrounding yet, is bold enough to ignore them and act upon her emotions without hesitation. She has a good heart and an accomplished mind--with only a slight air of arrogance; a perfect host for a lesson in humility. Austen shows us that to maintain the gift of sensibility, you must learn to sensor yourself in order to make sound judgments, nurturing it enough to ward off the tendency to fall into shrewd and calculating behaviors. “Marianne Dashwood was born to an extraordinary fate. She was born to discover the falsehood of her own opinions, and to counteract, by her conduct, her most favorite maxims” (Austen, 311; Vol, 3; ch. 14).

            Growing and learning from our experiences is truly an extraordinary fate--more likely is the demise of our appealing qualities and the birth of maladaptive behaviors. Fortunately, and likely very decisively, Austen formed Marianne and Elinor with just the right amount of sense and sensibility to triumph in the end. We can infer that she shares Wollstonecraft’s views as we watch the sisters move throughout the novel, desperately trying to hold on to the innate virtues they possess while their society and culture relentlessly tries to make them succumb.

            We may only need to look as far as Lucy Steele to understand that Austen was fully aware, and in agreement, with Wollstonecraft’s idea of the idiot girl turned cold and calculating. Wollstonecraft noted, with “energetic emotions”, that women are forced into these roles; society leaves no room for other--more honorable--options. In this same fashion, Lucy is poor and does what her world tells her to do in the best way she is able to do it. She is truly a product of her generation and Austen “wishes neither to reform nor to annihilate” (Woolf, 264).

         Austen simply wants to paint a picture, using the colors she sees fit, and allows us to interpret it for ourselves. However, if she does her job well, as we may all believe she has, we will see an accurate account of  middle class society; the same society that was noted by Mary Wollstonecraft almost twenty years earlier.   
             Jane Austen’s Sense and Sensibility and Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein are indeed very different novels. However, they share at least two commonalities: a significant deviation from the familiar use of nature imagery, as was used by the Romantic writers of the time, and the bold decision to delve into the human psyche and question human behaviors.
            Shelley’s imagery is hunting, vast, and unattainable. When the romantic poets of her time imagined nature, they assigned it an omnipotent influence, able to assist in the transcendence of human abilities through the imagination. Shelly shared this view, yet when she lay down to sleep, she couldn’t help but wonder at the mysteries and danger that lurk in the dark corners of our imagination. When Victor starts to become interested in the darker side of science, he witnesses a “most violent and terrible thunderstorm” (36). Victor watched this storm, with interest, come from the mountains of Jura sending a lightning bolt down to a beautiful oak tree and “nothing remained but a blasted stump… entirely reduced to thin ribands of wood”. This storm may have been a warning for Victor and a symbol for the risk he will take. He never “beheld anything so utterly destroyed”; consequently this is the perfect imagery for Victor during his last days. These types of illustrations follow Victor throughout the novel. Sometimes “the sound of the river raging among the rocks, and the dashing of the waterfalls around, spoke of a power mighty as Omnipotence” and made Victor feel at ease, unfortunately, he could not ignore the “mighty Alps [that] towered above” (84). Shelley was clear in her imagery; nature and the human imagination held a great deal of danger. She asked if we were prepared for the responsibility.
            In the Preface, Shelley admits she chose to create a world of impossibilities and terror because it “affords a point of view to the imagination for the delineating of human passions more comprehensive and commanding than any which the ordinary relations of existing events can yield” (11). Truly, when we read Frankenstein, we are led on an adventure through human behaviors and internal conflict; the plot and setting makes it prime for evaluating human behaviors on a grand scale. When Victor insists that “we are unfashioned creatures, but half made up”, he is talking about the ability to be driven by passion, yet lack the capability to harness and evaluate it (24). Indeed we find this to be Shelley’s polarized idea of the human imagination; what was typically seen as spiritual transcendence, in her mind was a terrifying journey into the unknown.
            Jane Austen, alternatively, evokes nothing from nature or the imagination. Her goal is not to illuminate the possibilities of the imagination or insist on the powers of nature, quite opposite, her goal is to paint an accurate picture of society and human interactions. Susanna Clarke’s essay, Why We Read Jane Austen: Young Persons in Interesting Situations, identifies Austen’s psychological use of nature. She says, “Her landscapes are emotional and mortal—What we would call psychological; they are not physical” (Clarke,7). The multiple settings of Sense and Sensibility are only briefly described. We get a slight idea of Norland Park but only as it relates to the inhabitants and the opinions of others; “Their estate was large… where for many generations they had lived in so respectable a manner as to engage the general good opinion of their surrounding acquaintances” (3).  Clarke goes on to say that “The liveliest, most revealing description of property in Austen generally comes at the point at which some young woman is thinking of marring the owner, because then it ceases to be part of the physical landscape and takes on an emotional significance” (Clarke,7). Indeed, Austen’s focus is the interactions between the characters; their relationships. Marianne describes Allenham in a most affectionate way, but the description is only needed to allude to her becoming the mistress of this estate and the implied relationship that she has with Willoughby. Moreover, it isn’t until Willoughby breaths life into the cottage that we get a full spectrum feeling for its humble beauty. We see the landscape and the settings through the emotions of Austen’s characters.
            For all their differences it is easy to know Mary Shelley and Jane Austen as Women that see some major flaws with their current ideals and willing to push the envelope to get their point across; both adding significantly to the future of literature. Bravo my ladies. I love you so!  

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Drink nothing Blue...


"Oh the holiness of being the injured party" -M.A.

Sometimes life begins too early and we find this life unwelcoming... The choices we make and guilt we carry can become impenetrable, only leaving us with what was, instead of what could have been...

Who are we to judge? These choices that we must make… are we not responsible for them? And if two find themselves in the same position, making different choices, who’s to say who’s right?

I made a choice to keep my daughter. She will grow up with her mother. The mother that gave her a rough start, the mother who was just a child herself… Was *this* the right choice? I can think of a hundred times that I’ve judged others who chose differently, and yet, who am I to do so?

My step-daughter told my husband that her mother gave up her brother because her grandmother wouldn’t help her… I had help. My mother helped me--however; the greatest gift my mother gave me was telling me that I was an adult--informing me of this fact because I hardly knew... She let me know I could make decisions on my own, and that I needed to start doing so; *I* was this child’s mother and I needed to act like it. I was 19 at the time, ill prepared to take on the life of another. But, at that moment and right before I started to argue back, I relived an moment between my me and my mother-- the moment I was laying Kaylee down for the first time:

After 4 weeks of being hospitalized, Kaylee was allowed to come home. I was 17 and had never been so afraid. In shame I knocked on my mother’s bedroom door. I asked her to keep Kaylee, just this first night, in her room. My mother looked up at me and in a sleepy haze said, “I’ll keep her here. But you’re going to have to do this at some point.”

I was drenched with tears--so afraid of this new reality-- but I knew she was right… This was my choice. The life that *I* chose. I turned around, headed for my bedroom, and Kaylee and I went to bed; together. I was her mother and I looked after her all through the night, my hand on her chest. I should have known I could do it then...

So many times I have used my “injustices” to hold myself down. For too long, everything was *done* to me, I was never prepared to admit that I played an active role. “Oh the holiness of being the injured party”, Maya Angelou whispers … She’s right you know? So righteous… and yet where does that get us really, and at what expense?

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Just a Kiss, Really?

 I drove home after having a wonderful day at my mom’s pool; Lady Antebellum sang “Just a kiss” on the radio. For the first time I listened to the lyrics, imagining what those moved by their songs might feel while listening. Upon realizing what this song was about, I was struck with curiosity. Does sleeping with a man (or woman) on the first date REALLY matter?

I have slept with quite a few men in my time, and in fact, I have never had an issue with admitting this. My choices in that regard were my own and I have never felt as though I owed my “promiscuity” to any childhood trauma or lack of affection, etc… I always liked the thought of sex and the act itself wasn’t too bad either. Granted, I was a mother at seventeen, yet, my daughter’s father was one of the few I didn’t sleep with right away; this might only be true because he was a virgin—me not so much…

My last two marriages, however, resulted from first date sex. I suppose, if you were over presumptuous regarding my sexual “freedom”, you may infer that I had so many partners that some were bound for matrimony. Unfortunately, my self proclaimed promiscuity is just an over dramatization, vis-à-vis my perception of societal norms.

When the lead singer of Lady Antebellum struggles with the decision to withhold from the one who she “might have been waiting for her whole life”, I wonder: why?

Is abstaining from sex really that important? Did my marriages fail due to how quickly I allowed myself to engage in sexual relations? I can’t help but laugh out loud at the thought. Much more likely is my constant disregard for an unsuitable match, truly, they may have been more suited for a one night stand…  

Self Discovery

I have begun a process of self discovery; mind, body and soul.

About a year ago, I started to question myself on a number of issues. One was my negative thoughts regarding my step-daughter’s mother and the change that I was beginning to see in myself. Since then, I have been working on forgiveness and compassion, trying to cultivate it in my life and stretch my abilities. The process has been hard and even when I think I’ve got it, I fall short.

This past year has been a challenge. My oldest daughter was diagnosed with ADHD and after a four year battle with the school system; she will be going into a special day class next year. This choice broke my heart. I spent many, many days and nights crying. Going over every mistake I had made with her and feeling as though all of it was my fault; my beautiful little girl was suffering in school because of me and my flaws.

Today, I am taking control. I have taken responsibility for my choices and for my emotions. I will never again place blame where it is not due, and will never look at another, before first, looking at myself.

It’s been five and a half years since my DH and I became a couple; every year a new challenge, every year getting stronger. I feel ready for what I’m choosing to undertake.

I felt the need to cleanse my mind, so for the last 3 weeks I have been practicing different methods of forgiveness and empathy, taken from the Christian and Buddhist perspective. I believe that all of us can find peace within ourselves when we exercise compassion, especially where it is least likely found.

My body has undoubtedly felt the effects of my judgmental and unyielding mind. Not only have I gained unwanted and unneeded weight, I have also started (once again) to have migraine headaches and lack energy. After watching the movie Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead, I decided to reboot my body.

Today is the third day of my juice fast. My diet consists of juice from leafy greens and dark fruits and veggies; all juiced in the juicer at each meal. Juice is my only source of nutrition for the next 2 days. The following five days after the fast will consist of slowly introducing solid veggies, beans, and nuts. Then small amounts of animal products can be introduced.

I am very excited to share my journey!    

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Confessions of a Custodial Step-Mom.

When I first met my husband Jon I was in the middle of a nightmare, a nightmare that I had convinced myself was my felicity… It was my wedding day and Jon was a guest.

My life with my Ex husband was emotionally taxing, a whirlwind of jealousy, resentment and infidelity; a massacre of two human souls. I refer to that time in my life as my dark period, a time that I was missing somewhere, my sanity laying dormant. Four years I was submerged lower and lower, until a nineteen year old angel infiltrated my family and saved my life. Her name was Katie and she was everything I wasn’t, or at least, that’s what I was told…

Losing my family was difficult until I was able to face the truth, that there had never been a family at all. The dreams that I had of growing old together, the memories that I painted with all the pretty colors of my pallet, were really just something my mother likes to call the irrational hope syndrome; the self manipulations of an insecure person.

All the things I had lied to myself about I chose to face; I chose to be honest.

When I felt good enough to move forward, Jon was the obvious choice as he was the only single man I knew. We shared the same friends, and although I didn’t know him intimately, I knew him socially and I knew his little girl was very cute. The night of our first date was initiated without much expectation, nothing beyond taking the first step to move forward and hoping I got through it.

True love was ignited in my heart for the first time in my life. I had no idea that the man coming late to my wedding was my soul mate. You know how some say that time stops when they meet The One? Or, how people say, “it felt as if we were the only ones in the room”? Well, that night, in the midst of a crowded room, we were alone.

We had no idea how hard it would be to do something so seemingly simple; be together.      

In Sheer Misery

Please allow me to address your concerns,
Your efforts have not been in vain.
And so easily you could learn,
my losses and your gain.
Trembling, here, I stand brave.
Feigning patience, disdainful compassion.
Please have mercy or I may cave,
slipping into the darkness that I envision.
It is at your will, can you not see?
Here stands your livid counterpart.
Manipulated and all you expect me to be.
No longer just power, but art.
But, your wit too narrow and my lies too deep,
My disguise well hidden, my truth you never meet.

In Defense of Grendel

So Grendel, god cursed demon spoke:
"Cursed am I to live in this hellish place.
Keeping company with monsters and demon,
my own reflection equally damned.
The darkness I endure, you will never know of.
What patience could I bestow on those
who remain in the light? day-walkers.
night after night, punishing me with your felicity,
inflict upon me the song of your glorious world,
created by the one who sent me to exile,
the world I must do without.
This is my destiny, this darkness,
so too will it be your own... I will drag you down,'
to this troll-dam and subject you to your chosen fate.
For with all your merriment, you did not realize
the price you shall pay for it.
You have put your faith in futile things,
and now the one you call anathema will be yourself."

With Respect to Wordsworth

I have sat, endless hours
Overlooking that grand skyline.
Perched above the people of this nurturing city. Almost alone.
I sit, the days number has emptied the chaos. Peace flows
over me as I fly above
The vast field below, up and over the hospital;
My grandfather finding peace. Turning I soar
City buildings, where justice is sometimes served. to the mission, I hold my glance.
History perceived in those walls. My focus shifts
To the right, there, still, I am nine. I smell the dust and age;
The content of this dwelling of knowledge.
Then I am back, above all this and so much more: my whole life,
Past, present and future.

Even now, on the cold inflexibility of my bathroom floor.
I can tune out the bustle of my down-stairs life
And return. Feeling again the warmth and the chill,
All the years of my past, standing there. Will I ever leave?
This place that I love. My home. I feel my unadulterated self.
So true and everlasting. Each time so different than it was before,
So different as I am. She is still the same; ever loyal to her companion.
Take me again! Let me see my grand city and feel her nostalgic Vibrancy;
Make me new!