Constance March 5th, 2007
Being set on the idea
Â Of going to Atlantis,
You have discovered of course
Â Only the Ship of Fools is
Making the voyage this year
As gales of abnormal force
Â Are predicted, and that you
Â Must, therefore, be ready to
Behave absurdly enough
Â To pass for one of The Boys,
At least appearing to love
Â Hard liquor, horseplay and noise.
Space opera, say, and being a girl ….
Ain’t dat the troot!Â “Dolls Clad in Feminism, and Hardly Anything Else,” comes to a screen in your living room.
[Â â€œPussycat Dolls Present: The Search for the Next Doll,â€ which is to have its premiere on Tuesday night on the CW network, may look like just another reality show with attractive, slinkily dressed women preening for the camera in the hope of a shot at stardom.
But â€œPussycat Dolls Presentâ€ is about female empowerment, the showâ€™s producers explained to a group of television writers and critics here in January,
â€œEverything the Pussycat Dolls are is everything that Iâ€™ve developed myself into being,â€ said the rap star Lilâ€™ Kim, who is a judge on the show and who served a prison sentence for lying to a federal grand jury about a shooting outside a radio station.Â ]
So many generations of young women have fallen for this line.Â Back in the day, I was one of them.Â Probably if pole dancing with nothing on but a cache-sex had been thought of as feminist back in those days, I would have done it.Â Of course, I had the Back to do it then too ….Â (I still have the T*ts, but alas, not the Back.)
Interesting.Â If you do a google image search on “Warrior Women,” more often than not, you get this:
You must change the perimeters of your searchÂ ”Women Soldiers”Â to get this:
The Auden poem is one I would guess that James Tiptree Jr. knew well, she that slick gender slipper, who also, then, turned Space Opera on its head.Â Would that be why she wasn’t included in Hartwell’s The Space Opera Ranaissance anthology, that includes works from the various eras of space opera?
Then there was Katherine Hepburne, who was the real thing, a man’s woman, but also a woman’s woman, without any slipping or sliding. She was just Kate.Â One would believe that Katherine, showing up in the Venusian seaports and Martian spaceportsÂ could have taken onÂ Leigh Brackett’sÂ “the man called Stark,” and come out on top, and without breaking into a glow.Â Shoot,Â Kate managed John Ford withoutÂ a blink, that sadistic Hollywood monster who cowed the Duke, and broke actor after actor, man after man, woman after woman.
What does it take to see women as warriors, empowered in their womanhood, without making them naked, violent and promiscuous instead of dressed for what best suits their own desires and talent, very, very, very smart and choosing men out of their own desire, men who are worthy of them?