After I blogged about two women I admire, a discussion developed about women posing for magazines, beauty pageants (and why I hate them), and so on. My thinking along these lines has changed a lot over the years. In my 20s, I stashed it all under the category of "objectifying", and disdained it. I read a lot of classic second-stage feminist work, and was friends with many women much older than me, and was influenced by the anti-porn, anti-display mentality. This is not a bad thing, even if I don't agree with all of it anymore. In more recent years, through activism, I've found myself working with women 15, 20 years younger than me. They are feminists through and through, but to many of them, those attitudes seem prudish and narrow-minded - where feminism meets Victorianism, you could say. Several have done some kind of sex work or stripping/dancing. Others have helped put themselves through college doing ovum extraction (that is, donating their eggs for other women ...
I have been reading your very intelligent blogging and was wondering...since you are a New Yorker and were there on September 11...what were your feelings on that day?
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I have been reading your very intelligent blogging and was wondering...since you are a New Yorker and were there on September 11...what were your feelings on that day?
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Steve, wow, what a question. I wrote something about what we did on September 12. Maybe I will post it here.
ReplyDeleteMy feelings that day... shock, fear, pain. Fear of the future, of where this was going, if it was over. Incredulity, disbelief, a feeling of surreality.
When I remember that day, I see myself sitting in front of the television with a box of tissues in front of me, unable to stop crying. Glued to the TV, watching our 24-hour NYC news channel (NY1), just crying and crying and crying.
Everyone was calling each other to make sure we were all there. Allan (my partner) used to work in the World Trade Center, and several relatives, including my mother, forgot that he no longer did, so we got a few panicked calls, too.
A few hours into the day, I knew I had to go downtown, to be as close to the site (not yet called Ground Zero) as I could. Watching it on television, it could have been happening anywhere. I had to see for myself what was there and what wasn't.
Thank you so much for the compliment about my blogging. Maybe tomorrow I'll post my Sept 12 piece.
Steve, wow, what a question. I wrote something about what we did on September 12. Maybe I will post it here.
ReplyDeleteMy feelings that day... shock, fear, pain. Fear of the future, of where this was going, if it was over. Incredulity, disbelief, a feeling of surreality.
When I remember that day, I see myself sitting in front of the television with a box of tissues in front of me, unable to stop crying. Glued to the TV, watching our 24-hour NYC news channel (NY1), just crying and crying and crying.
Everyone was calling each other to make sure we were all there. Allan (my partner) used to work in the World Trade Center, and several relatives, including my mother, forgot that he no longer did, so we got a few panicked calls, too.
A few hours into the day, I knew I had to go downtown, to be as close to the site (not yet called Ground Zero) as I could. Watching it on television, it could have been happening anywhere. I had to see for myself what was there and what wasn't.
Thank you so much for the compliment about my blogging. Maybe tomorrow I'll post my Sept 12 piece.
I remember that day like it was yesterday. Nobody did any work all day, we were all glued to TVs, radios and computers just trying to make sense of it all. I was shocked and saddened, but more than anything else, I was angry. If I was a younger man, I would have enlisted in the army on that day.
ReplyDeleteWe were all New Yorkers on that day.
I remember that day like it was yesterday. Nobody did any work all day, we were all glued to TVs, radios and computers just trying to make sense of it all. I was shocked and saddened, but more than anything else, I was angry. If I was a younger man, I would have enlisted in the army on that day.
ReplyDeleteWe were all New Yorkers on that day.
I don't know, I am a New Yorker, and I wasn't angry. The army, sure, but to fight whom?
ReplyDeleteNew Yorkers in general were not angry. More shocked and very, very sad.
I don't know, I am a New Yorker, and I wasn't angry. The army, sure, but to fight whom?
ReplyDeleteNew Yorkers in general were not angry. More shocked and very, very sad.
I wasn't very rational on that day. I wanted to make somebody pay. And you're right, I had no idea who exactly. I'm not a very angry person and I'm never violent, but when those planes crashed into the WTC, I was a different person for awhile.
ReplyDeleteI wasn't very rational on that day. I wanted to make somebody pay. And you're right, I had no idea who exactly. I'm not a very angry person and I'm never violent, but when those planes crashed into the WTC, I was a different person for awhile.
ReplyDeleteI understand completely. It was a day that suspended all rational thought. It's good that you felt that way, really - because your feelings came from empathy and compassion.
ReplyDeletePart of our current problem is that people are still playing on that irrational anger and emotion.
I understand completely. It was a day that suspended all rational thought. It's good that you felt that way, really - because your feelings came from empathy and compassion.
ReplyDeletePart of our current problem is that people are still playing on that irrational anger and emotion.