In deciding what to blog about for Blog Against Sexism day, many ideas crossed my mind. There is certainly no dearth of examples in our society, but narrowing the broad subject down to one meaningful topic proved more difficult than I thought. But then I remembered a conversation I had a few weeks ago and this post was more or less able to write itself.
I was born a male and thusly born into certain privileges. One of these privileges is a certain freedom in literature. As a male, and more specifically a white male, I have been afforded the freedom to write about whomever and whatever I please. Most classic works of literature have been penned by white males, and they push boundaries every which way. Given that the white male culture is the dominant mode within society, there is very little need to give voice to ourselves. We have plenty of agency — often more than we even know what to do with — and as it turns out, everything we say or do generally seems to reinforce the existing ideologies of our culture anyway. We certainly have had a checkered past of invisible hegemony.
When a female writer takes up the pen, however, there is far less freedom afforded. Whether explicit or implicit, there is an inordinate amount of pressure to write "women's issues." My aforementioned friend remarked that she cannot stand to hear one more female poet writing an ode to her vagina, to her uterus, or to menstrual bleeding. As a marginalized voice within canonical literature, it is certainly important to establish a female presence, but should a women be defined solely by how well she writes about "women's issues"?
And what are these issues anyway? Are not most "women's issues" really issues that society at large ought to be dealing with? Menstruation isn't so much a women's issue — it's a natural function of the human body — the issue lies in how society treats menstruation. To be honest, writing an ode to your menstrual blood is hardly going to make many readers of the opposite gender comfortable.
But maybe the goal is discomfort. Maybe one can shock the mainstream into acceptance. But it seems to me that this tactic hardly works.
Literary oppression is silent and hardly recognized. Virginia Woolf was wise to note that a woman needs a regular income and a room of her own in order to be a successful writer. She also noted that one cannot produce true art if one is choked by anger. There is a lot of anger to be felt by women about their marginzalized place in society, but this anger should not always be allowed to hamper one's true expresion.