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On Bi Erasure and Heterenormativity

I don’t usually pay much attention to celebrity gossip. It’s all around me though, through coworkers or supermarket checkouts, so I absorb it whether I want to or not. Based on the way my social media feeds blew up, I could not *not* know that Miley Cyrus had recently split from her husband of 1.5 years, Liam Hemsworth.

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What I didn’t expect was the wave of homophobic and bi-phobic garbage that would soon follow. During a break the couple had taken in 2015, Cyrus publicly announced that she was pansexual and gender fluid, and openly dated a few women during that break. Not surprisingly, people had opinions about this one woman’s dating choices. Bi erasure has a long and storied history, and I really shouldn’t have been surprised that most heteronormative people are completely unable to move past the binary. Out came the accusation of being greedy and the inability to be monogamous, neither of which are ascribable to a sexual orientation.

From the excellent online magazine bitchmedia:

As news of the couple’s breakup churned through the news cycle, so did photos of Cyrus kissing another woman, Kaitlynn Carter. Straight people on social media were critical of their spending time together, saying that it seems wrong to go on a vacation and flaunt it in an ex’s face immediately after breaking up, and that Cyrus was being “slutty” and “inconsiderate.” On the other hand, queer women came out in droves to celebrate having Cyrus “back,” glad that she had left a man, and suggesting her relationship with Hemsworth had always been temporary—a youthful pit stop on the road to a more valid queerness.

Nope, no understanding of the bi experience here. You’d think in 2019 that the needle would have moved SLIGHTLY when it comes to bi acceptance, but you’d be wrong. I dealt with exactly the same thing when I came out as bisexual in 1991; very little has changed. Lesbians had little interest in dating me then, and now it’s so-called gold star lesbians who scoff at me. When dating men, I rarely dealt with anything more obnoxious than a guy who thought me being bisexual meant endless threesomes for him. But I was married to a cisgender man and I’m currently engaged to another one. I’ve been dealing with my self-imposed bi erasure for years.

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Because I’ve had more experiences with men, I’ve never felt queer enough to be comfortable in queer spaces. There’s no magic formula here or requirement that says Properly Bisexual = 50/50. Of all my bi/pan friends, I don’t think a single one of them would agree with that equation. But one’s relationship status does change their sexual orientation. Am I any less bisexual because I’m monogamous to a cisgender man? In that same vein, does a widow stop being heterosexual when she stops dating men? Of course not. So why do bi and pan people get all the hate?

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As rough as it’s been for me (it hasn’t actually been that rough) it’s so much worse for men. If most people can’t handle the fluidity of a bisexual woman, they sure as hell freak out over bisexual men. A woman could have sex with dozens of women before marrying  a man, and she’ll be considered straight. But if a man sleeps with one man at anytime in his life, there’s always the suspicion that he’s secretly and always gay.

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I don’t have any good answers. I still haven’t fully dealt with my own bi erasure, so I’m not qualified to tell other people what to do. But I can start by treating myself more gently, and reminding myself that we all exist in a continuum. And rewatch this wonderfully heartfelt episode of Brooklyn 99 where Rosa Diaz c (played by the bisexual actress Stephanie Beatriz) comes out to her parents and the precinct.

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And here’s some good advice if anyone would like to learn how to be a better ally.

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Bell, Elly. “What Miley Cyrus’s Breakup Reveals about Queerphobia.” Bitch Media, 19
Aug. 2019, https://www.bitchmedia.org/article/miley-cyrus-breakup-bisexual-erasure?
fbclid=IwAR2RakJrdm8BgdIXdsSpFWeDeLkVC2H8KCkG4jqbW4q-248U7MTPeh7xN4E.

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How Does a Feminist Keep a Sense of Humor?

I, like many feminists, have been accused of being humorless. This is a relatively new thing, because now, if I hear a joke that punches down or makes me cringe, I don’t hide my discomfort. There was definitely a time in my teens and 20s when I would laugh along because I wanted to be the cool girl, the girl who wasn’t a buzzkill. I told more blonde jokes than anyone. But I grew and learned. Gradually I felt more comfortable asserting myself and I could explain, “Hey, that’s not funny, and here’s why.”

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It’s natural for humor to evolve. When I watch old movies or TV shows, even from as little as 15 years ago, not all the jokes land the way they once did. Take Friends, for instance. In the 90s, this show was heralded as one of the smartest shows on television. The writing was sharp and the jokes were quick. It was so different from other kinds of live-audience sitcoms we were used to.

But it has not aged well. Put aside the constant gay jokes about Ross’s ex-wife Carol, Joey’s pickup artist tendencies, the awful transphobic cracks around Chandler’s drag queen father, or the overwhelming caucacity. Problematic storylines aside, the writing doesn’t seem as funny as it once did. It doesn’t mean the humor was poor quality, just that our tastes have changed. I’m not the only one who’s felt this way.

It should be allowed for humor to evolve, not just in the entertainment we consume, but our own takes on humor. I used to actively enjoy some extremely problematic things in the 80s and 90s. I especially loved the extra subversive shit: Beavis & Butthead, South Park, Spike & Mike’s Sick & Twisted animation festivals. If conservatives hated it, chances are I ate it up. (Interestingly enough, I still enjoy entertainment that conservatives hate, but for different reasons.) I can’t watch that stuff anymore; not only does it not seem funny to me, but it makes me feel ashamed that I once thought it *was* funny.

To a 10-year-old, there is nothing funnier than a fart joke. Will that 40-year-old still find farts as funny? Probably not, and that’s understandable to almost anyone. I won’t stop calling out problematic humor when I see or hear it, even it makes me that so-called “humorless feminist.” Life is too short to actively participate in my own dehumanization in the form of sexist or homophobic humor.

 

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Female Empowerment, Filtered Through the Male Gaze

It seems to be a glorious time for female superheroes. After 11 years and TWENTY feature films, Marvel finally released a story about a titular female hero, Captain Marvel. On the DC side, it only took 4 years and 3 films to put out Wonder Woman in the DC Extended Universe franchise. Marvel’s Phase Four plan includes a Black Widow film, and Thor: Love and Thunder, which will feature Natalie Portman as the new Thor.

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It’s great that we’re seeing more women in starring roles, but we’re really only seeing one kind of woman: white, (that’s for another post) model-thin, leggy, and beautiful. It would be easy (if not intellectually lazy) to argue that these body styles are dictated by the pages of the comic book. But since we are talking about fantastical beings with superpowers, I don’t think that argument holds much weight.

A funny aside: if male superheroes were drawn like female superheroes:

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Black Widow’s pose is ridiculous, and unrealistic. Her weapons are tiny pistols! Why wouldn’t she be pointing them at an enemy? Instead she’s about to perform a sexy shotput maneuver.

A week or so ago, I came across a fantastic opinion piece in the Chicago tribune by Naomi Darom: The sexist demand on female superheroes: Save the world and look hot. Many a word has been written about the aesthetics of female superheroes, but this piece got to the crux of this feminist paradox:

This is female empowerment, filtered through the male gaze.

It is really rather odd. We’re constantly told, by stars and studios, that these movies are about breaking barriers, empowering women, increasing diversity. Yet why are superheroines today allowed personalities, professional lives, cool gadgets, lassos of truth and sassy comebacks, but not rolls of fat, pimples or big noses?

Darom goes on to say how for many, many years, “beauty was the only superpower a woman had.” Discrimination in employment, property ownership, and pretty much everything else in life kept women from attaining any goals outside marriage. Spinsterhood was a very real “threat” for a young woman if she couldn’t ensnare a man to marry.

“…folded inside every contemporary superwoman is the ultimate female superpower: Her legs are long, her abs are taut, her cheekbones exquisite. It seems that we have replaced one set of impossible standards (be pretty and helpless) with another (deflect bullets and also have a killer body).”

Will we ever see everyday, average women portrayed in film as heroes? As long as men continue to write the scripts, sit in the director’s chair, and run the production companies that greenlight films, probably not.

In Avengers: Endgame we saw a depressed and obese Thor still kick ass. Surely a size 8 (or above) woman is worthy of the superhero treatment.

 

 

 

Darom, Naomi. “Commentary: The Sexist Demand on Female Superheroes: Save the
World and Look Hot.” Chicagotribune.com, Chicago Tribune, 13 Aug. 2019,
https://www.chicagotribune.com/opinion/commentary/ct-opinion-superheroes-
women-marvel-sexism-20190813-gm7uzushznadfb56wbxp6cgbae-
story.html?fbclid=IwAR2u0JOYSSQCBlHjl08v2c60TFfs2syIOogVVOoR1pUIYi
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The Insidiousness of White Feminism

Some years ago, I used to frequent a message board that was targeted to newlywed women. While not everyone on this politics and current event-themed board was a newlywed, many of us recently-marrieds found our way there. I remember one specific thread that got a lot of responses; in it, Black women spoke of how they were always Black first, and female second. I remember feeling shocked by this reveal, and then immediately chagrined for never having thought about it before. Therein lies the core of white privilege: “never having to think about things” that don’t happen to you.

This was right around the same time that the movie Hidden Figures came out in theaters. In the opening scene, our three heroines (expertly portrayed by Taraji P. Henson, Octavia Spencer and the incomparable Janelle Monae) experience car trouble and pull over on the side of the road. A cop stops by to question them and after they tell him they work for NASA, he eases up on his questioning.

It wasn’t until that moment in the theater, while remembering the message board conversation, that I realized how blinded I was by my own white feminism. When I saw the police car, my immediate thought was, “Oh good, it’s 1961, this chivalrous man will help out the ladies.”

I’m embarrassed to admit this, but that’s how limited my worldview was. I honestly thought I was ahead of the game because I knew about the Invisible Knapsack, I had dated plenty of non-white men and a few women (I know, I know!) and had never uttered the words “all lives matter.”

This is how white feminism creeps into our white women brains. Yes, it is exclusively the domain of white women. If a white man starts parroting this garbage, he’s just another fake feminist guy trying to get some. 

I still have a long way to go. I’ve done everything on this list at one point or another. Sometimes I think the things and have an immediate “Girl, wtf?” thought, but have the wherewithal to keep my mouth shut. When I think about complex issues, I try to consider them with a focus on intersectionality.

 

 

 

 

 

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Russian Doll

I loved Russian Doll. Not because I’m a big Natasha Lyonne fan, I’m not. But the concept of the show was fascinating to me, the preview had great music, and at eight half-hour episodes, it was perfectly binge-able. I knew it was created, written, and directed by women, and featured a strong female protagonist. What’s not to love? I watched it in a weekend, and started thinking about when I wanted to watch it again. This was February, when the series debuted on Netflix. Cut to today…

This morning I stumbled across an interview with Leslye Headland, the co-creator, writer and director of Russian Doll on one of my comedy podcasts, Good One. Usually this podcast revolves around a comedian talking about a joke or bit, and the genesis behind it. But this episode talked about “the greatest joke of all, death.” Specifically, the 22 death scenes found in Russian Doll. This is not a spoiler, by the way. However, if you still have not enhanced your quality of life by watching this show, go do it already!

Since taking this feminist film class, I’ve been thinking more about feminist narratives, and more specifically, feminist counter-narratives. The character of Nadia is not your typical Hollywood female protagonist. I fell in love with Lyonne’s portrayal of Nadia almost immediately. She’s that cool but fucked up, fashionable without trying too hard, doesn’t give a shit kind of woman I think many women would like to be. This attitude doesn’t necessarily come organically; Nadia is dealing with generational trauma from her mother’s mental illness and untimely death, and the subsequent guilt and grief associated with it. Nadia is blunt, crude and selfish. Her own best friend describes her by saying, “I love that you’re a c***. It makes me feel morally superior.” Vanity Fair defines the character thusly:

“Onscreen as Nadia, Lyonne is acerbic and captivating; she doesn’t want to keep her cat indoors because she doesn’t “believe in dictating the boundaries of a sentient being’s existence,” and tends to leave parties early even when she isn’t abruptly being killed. She doesn’t care if you like her, but she suspects you will anyway.”

Simply put, Nadia is messy. The show allows her to screw up, over and over, without ascribing some moral judgment. Nadia’s own concept of morality is ambiguous, at best: “What is a bad person? There is Hitler, and there’s everybody else,” she says in defense.

Nadia’s antagonist is an OCD-prone, buttoned-down ball of anxiety called Alan. The two meet when they share an elevator that plunges them to their deaths. Neither are surprised it’s happening, as both are experiencing the same die-and-come-back events. “Didn’t you get the news? We’re about to die,” Nadia says to him. He replies, “It doesn’t matter, I die all the time.” Alan is the exact opposite of Nadia; he’s very controlled and proper. He’s certain his deaths are a divine punishment. He is highly moralistic, and wants to believe things happen for a reason.

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In Hollywoodland, leading men are allowed to be messy, complicated, unsure of what’s going on or what they’re doing. Maybe they’re immoral garbage humans, perhaps they are just stuck. Typically, a woman comes along to clean up his mess or help him grow up. She shows him that there’s a better life ahead if he would just get his shit together, for her. Sometimes she’s a Manic Pixie Dream Girl. The point is, she’s there to help him. Rarely in mainstream TV and film are we introduced to fully actualized female characters with their own list of wants and dreams, although this is improving.

What makes Russian Doll so joyous and refreshing is the twisting of these tropes. Nadia is flailing about until she finds Alan, who helps her make sense of it, and together they formulate a plan. He’s not rescuing her, because she doesn’t need rescuing. She’s gonna die anyway, with or without him. The character of Nadia eschews typical female concerns that seem to dominate stories about women; she’s not trying to keep the guy or get the dream job. She is already a respected software engineer in a male-dominated field of video game production. “Her journey of self-exploration begins at age 36, it doesn’t revolve around men, her career or a quest for motherhood. Those are worthy topics and goals for a female protagonist to have, but like you see with a lot of male-driven shows, she’s a character that wants something that doesn’t fall into those categories,” Headland says. “She really is asking, ‘What’s wrong with me?’ and ‘What is my life?’ And to truthfully ask those questions is just something that women I do not think have access to.”

The show has received high praise from many critics, from its positive portrayal of women, trauma and mental illness, to its all-female writing and show-running staff. Currently it sports a 96% Rotten Tomatoes rating. Season 2 is in the works. When crafted with care, feminist counter-narrative stories can be amazing! I hope the success of Russian Doll will inspire more female storytellers to share their gifts.

 

For further reading:

https://www.vanityfair.com/hollywood/2019/06/russian-doll-nadia-anatomy-of-a-character-natasha-lyonne-interview

http://clydeinsider.co.uk/netflixs-russian-doll-a-win-for-femism#.XVWjweNKhhE

https://www.syfy.com/syfywire/russian-doll-and-the-seemingly-neverending-cycle-of-trauma

https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/live-feed/russian-doll-charlie-barnett-nadia-alan-relationship-1182194

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“Finally Woken?”

I know it’s tacky to call yourself woke.

But there is a point when you do feel as though you’ve woken up and can actually see the world around you with clearer vision. Call it a red pill for progressive feminism. But waking up in my 40s means I can see a lot of garbage behavior in my 20s and 30s. And to think I was actually proud to be a pick-me girl at one time, although we didn’t call it that. I wore my “I’m not like other girls” like a badge of honor. Now I’m a little older, a bit wiser, and a little salty. This blog is a way to explore that saltiness. I want to talk about feminist counter narratives in popular culture, and with a highly intersectional bent. Because…

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I don’t have time for white feminist bullshit.

In case you were curious…

This blog title is inspired by one of my favorite early-aughts artists, Jem. The song Finally Woken, is taken from her 2003 debut album of the same name: