On Being Offended

One of my favorite phrases in the editorials that pop up in my conservative campus's daily newspaper is "I'm offended." Although I do believe that the things these people find offensive are simply hilarious, the greatest joy I get out of the phrase is the idea that being offended is a bad thing. I take absolute delight in being offended. This probably explains how I can survive going to an über-conservative school and how I can live with the knowledge that my own father is quite decidedly on the chauvinist/racist side. I take such delight in being offended, in fact, that I go to lengths to collect things that just kill me. One of my most prized possessions is a book I picked up at DI one day (that is the Provo equivalent to Salvation Army, for those unfamiliar with the many pleasures of DI): The Secret Power of Femininity: the Art of Attracting, Winning and Keeping the Right Man for You. You can't tell me that even just the title isn't enough to send you into spasms of pleasantly offended giggles. I do believe that I will periodically punctuate this blog with passages from this, my favorite offensive book. There is something pleasing about finding something so completely contrary to everything you believe and hold dear. Every time I face offensive things or people, my blood gets pumping and I know that I am truly alive. Perhaps it is simply the thrill of a rush of superiority in the face of something so inanely outlandish, but I really think there must be more to it. Maybe something to do with defining oneself negatively in terms of the Other. Maybe all I am is an exact negative, a concave mold of the things I hate. This sounds like a Montaigne essay--I'll do my best to seek it out, and, if it does exist, I'll post it (copyright gods willing). So there you have it--my motivation and gimmick for keeping a blog. Welcome.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

BFFBOSSO!

So I don't know if I've yet gotten on a soapbox about gender, but let's just say that I'm not entirely sure I believe in it. Sure, sure, there is a biological difference between a man and a woman. But what are the other differences? Other than the artificially imposed social constructions of what men and women should be like?

Daine is certainly the more nurturing of the two of us. I really can't abide babies, though a quirky, talky child can be amusing. Daine is the baker in the family (we both cook, but I don't bake, lest disasters should occur). I was a decided tom boy as a child--growing up, I often found more in common with boys than with girls.

As a caveat, I could perhaps imagine some foundational difference, but it is something that I believe the layers of social programming and demeaning, propagandistic bull prevents us from knowing ever knowing in this life.

In short, I believe that gender (whose definition alters dramatically depending on period and culture--more on this later) is made up. That out of the way, let me just say that I loooove the idea of "sisterhoods" and "spiritual bonds" between women. We, the Mystical, the Whimsical, will celebrate our "secret power" with a gaggle of fun, fancy and friendship based on the solid and deep foundation of similar sex organs.

And now for the source of my little diatribe, a post from Book Club in my new Relief Society. Oh, and watch out for Magical Pants--it sounds contagious and a little nasty.

"Our last book group was a lot of fun, though we did miss quite a few people. In the book the characters formed their own sisterhood, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. It was a fun book with some great themes: Friendship and staying united! Attached are some pictures of the good times we had in our group.

"As members of the Relief Society we are already part of a great sisterhood, but I've decided this coming year with book group we are going to adopt the themes of Friendship and staying united. Expect to see these 'magical pants' again at every book group as they will be passed from hostess to hostess and will hopefully help bring us together every month!"

Previous diatribe aside, I must say that I am always appreciative of any effort to get anyone to read. Even if the very title of the chosen book makes me break out in hives.

1 comment:

Katherine said...

*squeal* Can we be BFFBOSSOs?!?!?!

P.S. I'll sew magical (feminine, of course) pants to take on all our BFFBOSSO adventures.