Kate appeared at the Queen’s birthday parade, big with baby, smiling, blooming. She, who wore an ice- cream pink outfit, PINK!, is a perfect icon of today’s womanhood- rich and canny, compliant in public, not fearsomely feminist but sweetly feminine, a princess who, unlike rebellious Diana, may just live happily ever after because she fits in and fits our times. Hundreds of thousands of young, female undergraduates want Kate’s life and luck. Why that should be so is too depressing for me to ponder. But it is so.
Other stories appeared this week about beautiful women having plastic surgery and pretty Kim Sears, girlfriend of tennis champion Andy Murray, who is still waiting for a proposal. We learnt that the next Bridget Jones is being made about that hopeless and dependent woman addicted to dieting and romance. Yes I have watched these films and laughed, but then thought of the grim messages they convey. And the popular confessional journo, Liz Jones had extracts published from her memoir. Her is a taster:’ [I wish] someone had told me I was normal and acceptable then I wouldn’t have spent my life trying so hard to be better than I am. Lying. Manipulating. Tanning. Plucking. Jogging. Dieting.’
Shame on those women between twenty and forty who have squandered the hard won achievements of original feminism. And to add insult to self-injury, these younger generations seem proud that they dissed and dumped all we fought for. We expected better and more from those who followed. It is, I know, very fashionable these days for the young to blame baby boomers for being ‘selfish’ and spoiling it all. Well enough of that. I squarely blame the young, who, through foolish apathy and criminal self-indulgence, sometimes uninformed loathing of the women’s movement, have ensured that our social, political and economic environment is less fulfilling, much less safe, less equal and less nurturing than it was even in the 70s and 80s when we old Fems were burning bras and raising hell. There are exceptions. There are always exceptions but what matters are the common narratives and those, alas, are regressive and anti-women.
Are they proud, the ‘post-feminists’, when their eyes scan the landscape? Cathy Mackinnon, radical feminist campaigner and theorist in the eighties, wrote compellingly of how ‘the eroticization of dominance and submission’ creates social norms for male/female relationships way beyond the bedroom. So what do we get now? The bestselling Fifty Shades of Grey, a God-awful S&M trilogy, mainstreaming the idea of male domination and ‘knowing’ female submission. The almost total pornification of Britain is now used without any embarrassment by males, aided and abetted by females. Internet porn sewage swills around and is defended in the name of ‘freedom’. In one Sunday tabloid I found a full page advert for porn DVDs. You too could have Black and White Babes, Uni Girls in Sex Heaven, Gang Babes, Teen Group Sex costing a pound each. Meanwhile most modern girls suffer from body image problems; many find it hard to say no to sex; too many boys associate sex with porn images where females are roughly taken and look like Barbie dolls. Prominent feminists used to say pornography is a metaphor for women’s defeat in the long
war for respect and parity. We are defeated.
A report by the IPPR think tank found that ambitious, middle class, professional women are now more or less equal to their male counterparts, but that those on low wages and with little power are actually doing worse. I went to Ladywood, Birmingham last week, where 70% of children are raised by lone mums with little money. They do their best and most look much older than they really are, both mums and children. The cuts are hitting women much more savagely than men. Childcare costs price the willing poor out of the legit job market, so many are forced into twilight jobs with slave wages. ( This is happening to men too) .
Rape and murder of women, horrendous in real life, are now a favourite subjects for slick thrillers, in which lady detectives lead the investigations. Domestic violence remains high and facilities to help the women are closing down. There was a shocking reminder of how vulnerable even the most powerful women can be when pictures were printed in a Sunday newspaper, allegedly showing domestic goddess Nigella Lawson being choked by her husband Charles Saatchi at an outside table of a restaurant. She was in tears.
With such a depressing scenario, it was good to hear that journalist Charlotte Raven, 43, once wild child of Thatcherism, was to re-launch Spare Rib, the influential feminist mag which started in 1972 and died in 1993. It was going to be engaging, promised Raven, surprising, political and sharp. And then in marched Marsha Rowe and Rosie Boycott, the two original founders, who threatened to sue Raven if she used their title name. Two such powerful pioneers, both of whom I like and admire, have shown themselves petty, frankly narcissistic and unworthy feminists. Damn pity that. We needed this mag to appear and succeed.
But never mind, soon Kate and William’s baby will be born, and young British women will rejoice and talk about little else. Transformative politics? Not for them. They have cuter things on their little minds.
The Independent 17/6/2013