Girl Power

INTRODUCING...

A confused rant about feminine prowess.

I would like to share some vague, disjointed and very subjective ideas about the rise of matriarchy.

I have observed a lot of feminist liberation in my lifetime, which is impressive considering how much work western society has achieved since allowing women to leave the kitchen. It seems like there's a lot of tension in the unwritten contract of the balance of power and limitations for women. To quote Ani Difranco: 'These are not my laws, these are not my rules.'

I would like to focus on the phenomenon of feminine mastery. (If that phrase doesn't already exist, I'm coining it, right here and now.) Now that so many women have been granted the right to almost limitless independence, the future is unchartered. And to quote Spiderman: 'With great power comes great responsibility'. And here is where my brutishly blunt opinions rear their ugly heads. I don't wish to appear melodramatic, but I consider femininity an incredibly powerful tool, for good and evil. I've noticed worrying patterns of female behavior lately. Possibly these have always existed, and have only recently landed on my radar. But I can't help but feel that the latest generation are waking up in a world writhing in twisted sexual energy.

I know it's not a surprise that women use their mysterious assets to get ahead. Sometimes I find it beautiful and refreshing to see a woman with a synchronized intellect and sexual power- clearly, power is sexy. But over time I have developed a concern for how dangerously simple the power of seduction can be.

The Problems

1. The pressure and competition to be desirable and powerful. (Damaging)

2. The logical validity. (Questionable)

3. It's such a fucking shallow way for society to be heading.

Am I being melodramatic, or should we make way for the supersluts?

Disclaimer: I also believe that women are discriminated against on an unfairly regular basis, in every culture.

Not the subject I planned to cover.

Most people seem to be searching for profound meaning in life. Consequentially, many people spend chunks of their lives deconstructing and reading about the most dull parts of culture. It seems worthwhile to a point. Clearly, using the resources all around us to draw poignant conclusions about how civilization is pottering along has it's uses. But this seems to have eventually led to occupations like; the art of studying Lindsay Lohan's body language, and trying to guess what flavour baby food Jenifer Anniston swallowed for breakfast. This is beginning to make me wonder what I really have to offer you fine people.

Perhaps I am just a twisted, hateful young woman; a preacher recently told me that I am a presumptuous sinner, and perhaps she was right. I certainly have a lot of anger floating about in my mind-tank. But so often I ask myself what the world would appreciate me for more: Creating something beautiful and original, or transforming myself into a glittering orange creature of the night. As you are reading this (and if you have got this far, I really appreciate your patience) you are probably considering how tired the counter-celebrity-culture argument is. My point is; I know too much about Cheryl Cole. I know a story about her feet. And as Simon Amstell put it, she is nothing but 'a racist thug.' Where does this leave us? So preoccupied with the easiest form of escapism we can get our hands on, that we elevate certain people and stare curiously at them until they get too old or boring to hold our attention. I think civilization has taken a step back.

Soon I will stop moaning about the state of society and actually write something constructive.