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Big scary Femmeconne
I've been asked to explain what exactly it is about
femmeconne that I have found and indeed continue to find confrontational. I'm not certain right now that I can actually do that, but I'll explore some thoughts.
Thought: Externals/Physicality
e.g. talking about shaving/not shaving armpits, wearing makeup, and other similarly personal choices. I am quite comfortable with my own choices and actively curious about why others make theirs. No pressure whatsoever, no embarrassment. Similarly comfortable discussing the physical joys of womanhood. No problems there.
Thought: Communal living
Part of the femmeconne experience is the chance to come together to live as a functioning community of women, with shared responsibilities to feed, entertain, educate and support each other. At this point I start to feel a little claustrophobic. I've not lived in a shared household, and the concepts I've grown up with and have adopted are that you are responsible for your own self, space, and comfort. Group domestic activity is foreign to me, even a busy bee to clean up someone's garden. The last time I did this was at my Grandmother's house where parent and 5 siblings were all squashed in together sorting out the funeral and house. Older examples all come from childhood holiday camps, which were deeply feral Lord of The Flies arrangements. I was seven and alone at my first one. Afraid (with reason) of the older kids, cold, wet, hungry, and lost in the crowd. Not character building at all.
I digress.
Thought: warmth and love and support
This is an important one and I wish I'd started it earlier before my painkillers kicked in. I think I'm resisting the idea that I need support. Although right now I can certainly use my friends around me, in happier times I've not quite resented the abundance of love and comfort and support offered by femmeconne, but have protested that I didn't need it, so why were you giving it to me? Did you think I was weaker than I was?
Thought: practicalities
I know nothing about nor have particular interest in fanwriting, -podding or -vidding. Art maybe, if it stands up by itself (which argument should support the other media, but doesn't).
I know nothing about feminism or the academic language of feminism. I am deeply allergic to academic voices and experiences.
I did wonder recently about my complete comfort with rooms of senior males (a la the Computer Society). I find men simple creatures, with a limited number of social responses. Women have much more social ammunition up their sleeves, and so can surprise you far more easily.
I can't be trusted to help with children
I can't lift heavy objects.
I don't know how to make scones.
I can't understand a word spoken in the echoey hall.
What I would like to do is sit (or preferably sprawl) in one or two sets of arms and listen to the words going on around me, do some stroking, receive some stroking, but mainly feel that I can do this without having to understand all the noise and come up with a witty remark. I want to be a cat.
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Thought: Externals/Physicality
e.g. talking about shaving/not shaving armpits, wearing makeup, and other similarly personal choices. I am quite comfortable with my own choices and actively curious about why others make theirs. No pressure whatsoever, no embarrassment. Similarly comfortable discussing the physical joys of womanhood. No problems there.
Thought: Communal living
Part of the femmeconne experience is the chance to come together to live as a functioning community of women, with shared responsibilities to feed, entertain, educate and support each other. At this point I start to feel a little claustrophobic. I've not lived in a shared household, and the concepts I've grown up with and have adopted are that you are responsible for your own self, space, and comfort. Group domestic activity is foreign to me, even a busy bee to clean up someone's garden. The last time I did this was at my Grandmother's house where parent and 5 siblings were all squashed in together sorting out the funeral and house. Older examples all come from childhood holiday camps, which were deeply feral Lord of The Flies arrangements. I was seven and alone at my first one. Afraid (with reason) of the older kids, cold, wet, hungry, and lost in the crowd. Not character building at all.
I digress.
Thought: warmth and love and support
This is an important one and I wish I'd started it earlier before my painkillers kicked in. I think I'm resisting the idea that I need support. Although right now I can certainly use my friends around me, in happier times I've not quite resented the abundance of love and comfort and support offered by femmeconne, but have protested that I didn't need it, so why were you giving it to me? Did you think I was weaker than I was?
Thought: practicalities
I know nothing about nor have particular interest in fanwriting, -podding or -vidding. Art maybe, if it stands up by itself (which argument should support the other media, but doesn't).
I know nothing about feminism or the academic language of feminism. I am deeply allergic to academic voices and experiences.
I did wonder recently about my complete comfort with rooms of senior males (a la the Computer Society). I find men simple creatures, with a limited number of social responses. Women have much more social ammunition up their sleeves, and so can surprise you far more easily.
I can't be trusted to help with children
I can't lift heavy objects.
I don't know how to make scones.
I can't understand a word spoken in the echoey hall.
What I would like to do is sit (or preferably sprawl) in one or two sets of arms and listen to the words going on around me, do some stroking, receive some stroking, but mainly feel that I can do this without having to understand all the noise and come up with a witty remark. I want to be a cat.
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That statement triggers feelings of annoyance and anger in me. My anger connects to a sadness that people still operate with adolescent constructs about masculinity. In my experience masculinity has a deep sacred nature that is misunderstood in modern academic thought. I have an intuitive feeling that there could be elements of the animus, the masculine shadow in the feminine, that are remain unresolved in the psyche. These elements of the unconscious remain at adolescent developmental stages, and seek transformation to growth, but as they are shadow, they manifest as negative expression, and their external nature is reinforced by the shadow of others who remain in conflict - male and female. This state does not seem to allow the permission to explore the alchemy of transformation into more developed psychic understandings of the self, or self-actualisation, that is freed from the emotional ties and conflicts of earlier developmental stages.
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(Anonymous) 2008-09-11 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)However, Mikey, I wish you could express your feelings about masculinity without getting Jung all over the carpet. 8-p
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Hahahahaha!
I probably shouldn't be laughing.
But LOL!!!
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I lol'd.
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prk.
(I feel, however, that my very predictable response to a pun does somewhat demonstrate Stephanie's point about men having a limited number of social responses...)
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Just found this and was rocked with one of the huge laughs of the week. And Michael has entered the room! Boom!
I guess I'm just like this. There people are having a lovely conversation about children and I bring out the heavy guns of the latest research which I live and dream by right now...and boom! The conversation is stoppered by this explosion of knowledge. Though your comment hasn't had exactly that effect, but mine so often does to my regret.
But I think Steph means that socially men often stick to the straight and narrow: the magical mystery tour ain't on show in many men as it is with perhaps more women. (You need close-up seats for that kind of viewing.) And Femmeconne is perhaps, the equivalent of taking those close-up seats and your interest is assumed. Perhaps Steph wishes to be the cat that sits on the psychotherapist's couch thinking about her last mouse, oblivious to the convolutions of the conversation above.
Here I make an inappropriate comment...I wish you could go to Femmeconne or to our school camps! I've often wished we could have you to talk to the men out here: ageing is especially hard on men who live on the land. Thank goodness Martin and my Dad are such thinkers too, but loss of physical capacity is felt in us all as loss of self. How could it not be? Anyway, have totally diverged here...
love Jo
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Thank you Steph for exploring these issues related to Femmconne. I am going this year and am looking forward to it, but I have a lot of similar (although not the same) issues. Happy to go into in person some time.
I second Mikey on the men and emotions thing.... as I see it this is a matter of men not being seen to EXPRESS their emotions. Every man I have met, even the most visible emotion-less, has had VERY strong emotions simmering under the surface. Sometimes I need to look closely or _differently_ to see them. Other times they are only made visible to me in times of emotional stress. Or the occasional glimpse into the masculine private world, almost a men's space, which women do not usually see.
For my own observations some of the most immense emotions which I have seen have been by men; all the stronger for being generally repressed.
If Mikey is allowed to talk about Jung, I am going to bring Jane Austen into this :-) Ms Austen never once wrote a scene that had only men in it. Every scence is either a single woman, multiple women, or had a woman observer. This is because she never saw men alone of course, so would not have known how they behaved alone. Unlike Austen we have video, but it is not the same.
Another Austen quote is the letter in Persuasion which talks exactly on the topic of a man saying that he feels and loves as much as a woman.
Interesting topic and worth bringing up Maybe for Swancon discussion :-)
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I was referring to the _range_ of emotions that men are allowed by society to show, in a general sense. So, I was refering to your example from the computing world, where men may actually show limit emotions, but may not actuallly express deeper ones that they are feeling. I am going off on a slight tangent from your point here.
This is why I personally am going to give my own throughts on Femmconne in person as I know I am likley to not express myself clearly :-) I REALLY appreciate you being brave and bringing this stuff up for discussion.
I am going BTW, so if you do decide to go I would love to sit quietly some place and talk more about this all, if you were interested.
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That happens to me all the time, and I find myself arguing for something that I don't feel that strongly about, and I get left feeling kind of daft. (not sure if that's how it feels for you, but that's how it often feels for me. I hope the above paragraph doesn't often, and seriously, I didn't analyse it too hard before I sent it out into the ether. ;) :P)
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In truth, the base concept for this is "I find groups of women scary as all hell," so I need to define (a) "scary" (for me), and (b) why.
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