The contemporary woman must surely be even more paradoxical than the nineteenth-century woman.
On the topmost layer rests the
force of thousands of years of tradition, spread thin, like an icing prepared
separately, for it holds little substance in the eyes and ears of illiterate
millennials. This cream is composed of all of the “archaic prejudices” for a
woman’s virtue: sensitivity, passivity, meekness, vulnerability, dependency,
maternity, receptivity, elegance, and grace. It is by no mistake that these are
also the words of poetry and artistry, yet just as the Philistine dismisses
fiction as “made-up stories”, so the feminist dismisses femininity.
Beneath the cream, therefore, there
rests the hardened crust: the modern politic of feminism. Its forerunners, foremost
among whom is the fiery, ram-like Emma Watson, are more than happy to jump on
the post-modern train of deconstruction, if you’ll pardon the mixed metaphor. To
them, or leastwise ACCORDING to them, “woman” is a being independent of those roles
“assigned to her” by expectation, whether it is natural or social. Regardless
whether the “good girl” originates within a social order led by men or in the
sexual psyche which men inhabit, she is invariably a mask forced upon the
female body.
As such, the “natural qualities” of
femininity, as they’re expressed upon the topmost layer of our cake, are mere
persona, and they express neither the Facts of Nature (for postmodernism
rejects all such facts, though millennials simply pick and choose which facts
to believe in, citing Science here and Philosophy there, arbitrarily) nor an Intrinsic
Imperative to Conform to Society (for postmodernity also rejects all attempts
to “create Social Order”, and millennials, likewise in Ethics as in Facts, pick
and choose their utopian projections, arbitrarily). Thus the feminist, quite
literally, expresses “all which is wrong with Society”, since her episteme
implies the rejection of any possibility of “being [objectively] Right”, either
according to Nature or Nurture, as well as either Fact or Ethic: What Is or
What Ought to Be. Woman “is” nothing, intrinsically, except for what she wills
herself to be, and it is not so that she OUGHT to will herself to be either one
thing or another; if anything, the feminist posits: “you ought NOT to concern
yourself with what you ought to be, except by your own estimation.” It sounds
almost noble, but that there can be no promise of reconciliation with men under
such circumstances.
When one digs even a centimeter
beneath this crust, it comes as no surprise that feminists care little for accommodating
men, since they are often forced NOT into cooperation with them, as was the old
paradigm, but rather into competition. The bulk of the upper layers of the modern
woman’s psyche are the fresh realm of the contemporary Career Woman. Divorced
from her domestic roots, the modern woman finds her entirely egocentric point
of reference in Wonder Woman, a sort of perversion of Superman whose only
distinctly “feminine” strength is her ability to always get the “Truth” out of wrongdoers.
By all accounts, the Warrior Princess stereotype, not really an archetype,
though it is treated as such, is simply the dated male role in a female body.
Yet this is an apt caricature of the Career Woman whose blazer is simply a suit
jacket tailored to the upper half of an hourglass. Just as Corporate Culture
engenders in effeminate boys an unnatural aggression, so it does for Woman, who
becomes indoctrinated in the martial laws of Social Darwinism in the Work Force.
How can any political theorist mistake feminists for Marxists? Only by analogy
to the Dark Side of Communism.
Thus we ought not to be surprised
that, underneath the veneer of the corporate go-getter, we again find the
vulnerable Mother, the disowned Daughter, the scorned Sister, and an entire
pantheon of uniquely feminine archetypes (some posit nine in number) which outnumber
the relative simplicity of the traditionally male role, rendering its lazy conversion
into female derivatives much more insulting. Who would want to be a merely
hackneyed perversion of the “Warrior” archetype under the paradigm of Modern
Warfare, especially when one could become instead the Queen of Light? Perhaps I
speak from effemininity, but I envy the “archaic” girl.
Thus we discover that the topmost
layer of adornment on the modern woman, one so oft omitted or brushed off, for
it is deemed to have neither substance nor nutritional value, is in fact that
juice which drips from the very base of the cake. It was not that men fashioned
women in their own image, but that they admired them in their most natural
state, and it was by adherence to Nature that expectations developed, for
expectation is the lifeblood of Society, and expectancy is the very womb from
which all decency springs forth. In offending the superficial persona, Emma
Watson also offends that furnace wherein the mask was fashioned, as well as the
passions which kept it warm. It’s not ironic, though it is poetic, therefore,
that, just as English philosophers found in Zen Buddhism a release from the
machismo of Western Life, so it is that modern American fans of Japanese Anime
can point to a phenomenon seldom revealed in Western Media: the stereotype of
the tsundere. The tsundere woman is hard on the outside but soft
and damaged on the inside. Beneath what she pretends to be, there is that
all-too-human vulnerability christened the Divine Feminine.
[({Dm.R.G.)}]
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