IS HIP
A
SEXIST, MISOGYNISTIC,
MALE-DOMINATED PLAYGROUND
OR IS THERE MORE?
I CONFIRM
50 %
MORE NEEDS TO BE SAID…
“There were women, they were there, I knew them,
their families put them in institutions,
they were given electric shock.
In the ‘50s if you were male you could be a rebel,
But
if you were female your families had you locked up”
(Leland 242).
H. Insane Asylum-Caged Women
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“Diana di Prima put it,
“a woman without a man didn’t exist at all;
a mother without a husband was more than invisible:
she was a kind of negative force-field, a bit of antimatter.”
Yet still the women have come”
(Leland 242).
The Invisible Woman
In the hospital for the terminally unseen,
she resorted to screaming,
but the sense of the things she screamed
got lost -- the voice being
an unreliable narrator of the scene
of the mind. Though she had committed
herself, she had been driven
to her condition by others.
The father, who had died before she was even
seventeen, left her to imagine
the earth as the thing separating
the dead from the living,
a curtain so much denser and darker
than darkness. "The dead don't see
us, and we see them only in dreams"
was one of the things she screamed.
Friends, neighbors, acquaintances --
they saw nothing at all
unusual in her, nothing, certainly,
to which the term "eccentric" could be applied.
Moving among them as one of them,
she wondered if love of one's fellows
was, in fact, an insidious form
of self-betrayal. And all the sundry people
she spent her life's days with -- tellers
at the drive-thru, supermarket cashiers,
UPS men, mechanics ... oh, the conspiracy was grand
to turn her into what she seemed!
"Though not of my choosing,
invisibility is my grand theme"
was one of the things she screamed.
What about the husband?
Like two flashlights whose beams
are shined into each other
head-on with the faces touching,
the intensity of their twinned brightness
left but a faint rim of light,
like an echo, for the world to see.
Her love for him, and his for her, was, then,
another thing about her that went unseen.
And the baby? He saw his mother.
That was what she was,
as far as his eyes could see.
That at the age of, say, twenty-three
he would not remember the love
she had lavished on his one-year-old self
drove her to an absurd despair.
His future could not behold
her present. And yet, when she peered down
the river of his being, she saw no choice
but to pour herself in.
"If I loved him to any greater extreme,
I would disappear"
was one of the things she screamed.
She tried to laugh at herself
and her ridiculous need:
to free the soul from its private quarters
of personality, to let its within and without
be the same thing -- like a water lily
yoking above and below to a single beauty.
In the hospital for the terminally unseen,
she settled in like a deep-sea creature
on the floor of a vastness, accustomed
to the pressure and its attendant lack of light.
By Jessica Hornik
she resorted to screaming,
but the sense of the things she screamed
got lost -- the voice being
an unreliable narrator of the scene
of the mind. Though she had committed
herself, she had been driven
to her condition by others.
The father, who had died before she was even
seventeen, left her to imagine
the earth as the thing separating
the dead from the living,
a curtain so much denser and darker
than darkness. "The dead don't see
us, and we see them only in dreams"
was one of the things she screamed.
Friends, neighbors, acquaintances --
they saw nothing at all
unusual in her, nothing, certainly,
to which the term "eccentric" could be applied.
Moving among them as one of them,
she wondered if love of one's fellows
was, in fact, an insidious form
of self-betrayal. And all the sundry people
she spent her life's days with -- tellers
at the drive-thru, supermarket cashiers,
UPS men, mechanics ... oh, the conspiracy was grand
to turn her into what she seemed!
"Though not of my choosing,
invisibility is my grand theme"
was one of the things she screamed.
What about the husband?
Like two flashlights whose beams
are shined into each other
head-on with the faces touching,
the intensity of their twinned brightness
left but a faint rim of light,
like an echo, for the world to see.
Her love for him, and his for her, was, then,
another thing about her that went unseen.
And the baby? He saw his mother.
That was what she was,
as far as his eyes could see.
That at the age of, say, twenty-three
he would not remember the love
she had lavished on his one-year-old self
drove her to an absurd despair.
His future could not behold
her present. And yet, when she peered down
the river of his being, she saw no choice
but to pour herself in.
"If I loved him to any greater extreme,
I would disappear"
was one of the things she screamed.
She tried to laugh at herself
and her ridiculous need:
to free the soul from its private quarters
of personality, to let its within and without
be the same thing -- like a water lily
yoking above and below to a single beauty.
In the hospital for the terminally unseen,
she settled in like a deep-sea creature
on the floor of a vastness, accustomed
to the pressure and its attendant lack of light.
By Jessica Hornik
Jessica Hornik is a poet whose work has appeared in Poetry,The Yale Review,andThe New Republic
Copyright © 1998 by The Atlantic Monthly Company. All rights reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; September 1998; The Invisible Woman; Volume 282, No. 3; page 89.
http://www.theatlantic.com/past/docs/unbound/poetry/antholog/hornik/invisib.htm
Sonic Youth
“Kool Thing” Lyrics
Kool Thing you're sitting with a kitty
Now you know you sure look pretty
Like a lover, not a dancer
Super boy take a little chance here
I don't wanna
I don't think so
I don't wanna
I don't think so
Kool Thing let me play with your radio
Move me turn me on, baby-o
I'll be your slave
Give you a shave
I don't wanna
I don't think so
I don't wanna
I don't think so
(yeah, tell 'em 'bout, hear the way we hear this)
Hey Kool Thing
Come here
Sit down beside me
There's something i gotta ask you
I just wanna know
What're you gonna do for me
I mean Are you gonna liberate us girls from male white corporate oppression? (tell it like it is)
Huh?
(Yeah)
Don't be shy
(Word up)
Fear of a female planet
(Fear of a female planet, fear baby)
I just want you to know
That we can still be friends
(Let everybody know)
When you're a star
I know that you'll fix everything, everything
Kool Thing you're sitting with a kitty
Now you know you sure look pretty
Rock me just a little faster
Now I know you are the master
I don't wanna
I don't think so
I don't wanna
I don't think so
Kool Thing walking like a panther
Come on and give me an answer
Kool Thing walking like a panther
What'd he say?
I don't wanna
I don't think so
I don't wanna
I don't think so
Now you know you sure look pretty
Like a lover, not a dancer
Super boy take a little chance here
I don't wanna
I don't think so
I don't wanna
I don't think so
Kool Thing let me play with your radio
Move me turn me on, baby-o
I'll be your slave
Give you a shave
I don't wanna
I don't think so
I don't wanna
I don't think so
(yeah, tell 'em 'bout, hear the way we hear this)
Hey Kool Thing
Come here
Sit down beside me
There's something i gotta ask you
I just wanna know
What're you gonna do for me
I mean Are you gonna liberate us girls from male white corporate oppression? (tell it like it is)
Huh?
(Yeah)
Don't be shy
(Word up)
Fear of a female planet
(Fear of a female planet, fear baby)
I just want you to know
That we can still be friends
(Let everybody know)
When you're a star
I know that you'll fix everything, everything
Kool Thing you're sitting with a kitty
Now you know you sure look pretty
Rock me just a little faster
Now I know you are the master
I don't wanna
I don't think so
I don't wanna
I don't think so
Kool Thing walking like a panther
Come on and give me an answer
Kool Thing walking like a panther
What'd he say?
I don't wanna
I don't think so
I don't wanna
I don't think so
“Margaret Sanger, the birth control advocate, started a magazine in 1915 appropriately called
The Woman Rebel,
which called for rethinking of Victorian sex roles.
In what might be the
first manifesto of female hip,
she declared it the duty of modern women to
“look the whole world in the face with a
go-to-hell look in the eyes,
to have an ideal,
to speak and act in defiance of convention…
The right to be lazy.
The right to be an unmarried mother.
The right to destroy.
The right to create. The right to live.
The right to love”
(Leland 245).
Birth control advocate Margaret Sanger
has her mouth covered in protest of not being allowed to talk
about birth control
in Boston April 17, 1929
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Patti Smith on the feminist movement:
“ Hung-up women…can’t produce anything but mediocre art,
and there ain’t no room for mediocre art….
Every time I say the word pussy at a poetry reading, some idiot broad rises and has a fit. ‘What’s your definition of pussy, sister?’
I dunno, it’s a slang term.
If I wanna say pussy, I’ll say pussy.
If I wanna say nigger, I’ll say nigger.
If somebody wants to call me a cracker bitch, that’s cool.
It’s all part of being American.
But all these tight-assed movements are fucking up our slang, and that eats it.”
(Leland 255).
Patti Smith
http://themorningafterpills.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/patti_smith.jpg
Why should have women been more involved in John Leland’s book Hip: The History?
Because the Feminist Movement was more hip than race at one point in American history!
“In 1963, with Betty Friedan's revolutionary book,
The Feminine Mystique,
the role of women in society,
and in public and private life was questioned.
By 1966, the movement was beginning to grow in size and power as women's group spread across the country
and Friedan, along with other feminists,
founded the National Organization for Women.
In 1968,
"Women's Liberation"
became a household term as,
for the first time,
the new women's movement
eclipsed
the
black civil rights movement
when New York Radical Women, led by Robin Morgan, protested the annual Miss America pageant
in Atlantic City, New Jersey.
The movement continued throughout the next decades.”
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1960s
(This is the one and only time I will use Wikipedia as a source accompanied by an action defined in the Urban Dictionary of a
“Lazy Pimp Slap:
Being so lazy or tired that you just turn your body to pimp someone in the face.
Girlfriend-"Your home early"
You-*Lazy pimp slap* "WHERE MAH SAMMICH"
You-*Lazy pimp slap* "WHERE MAH SAMMICH"
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Lazy%20pimp%20slap
I would like to thank the 2 most popular websites on the internet (besides free porn) for providing me with a blog filler full of inconceivable bullshit so that I can explain why women should have been mentioned more in Leland’s book and why I used Wikipedia as a source.
There it is. Done. Go with it.)
Intermission
Disney Superhero Princesses
http://dcwomenkickingass.tumblr.com/post/1103785414/disneyprincess
...I also think women didn’t have the opportunity to
“sow their hip seed”
until birth control was released to female
“sex fiends” in 1960!
Artist: Lynn Loretta
Song: The Pill
Album: The Definitive Collection
This song was released in 1975 then banned 15 years
AFTER
birth control was released in the United States
Loretta Lynn
“The Pill” Lyrics
You wined me and dined me when I was your girl
Promised if I`d be your wife you`d show me the world
But all I`ve seen of this old world is a bed and a doctor bill
I`m tearing down your brooder house `cause now I`ve got the pill
All these years I`ve stayed at home while you had all your fun
And every year that`s gone by another baby`s come
There`s gonna be some changes made right here on Nursery Hill
You`ve set this chicken your last time `cause now I`ve got the pill
This old maternity dress I`ve got is going in the garbage
The clothes I`m wearing from now on won`t take up so much yardage
Miniskirts hotpants and a few little fancy frills
Yeah I`m making up for all those years since I`ve got the pill
I`m tired of all your crowing how you and your hens play
While holding a couple in my arms another`s on the way
This chicken`s done tore up her nest and I`m ready to make a deal
And you can`t afford to turn it down `cause you know I`ve got the pill
This incubator is overused because you`ve kept it filled
The feeling good comes easy now since I`ve got the pill
It`s getting dark it`s roosting time tonight`s too good to be real
Aw but Daddy don`t you worry none `cause Mama`s got the pill
Oh Daddy don`t you worry none `cause Mama`s got the pill
....This video goes beyond sex and race in terms of what I think will be hip again...
Creating for the sake of creation
WARNING: You may experience the words “God” and “Pray” in this video!
Nicole's sketch "The Invisible Woman" brings a powerful message of hope to every taken-for-granted woman in today's world. This video shared with permission from Fresh Brewed Life, Inc. and Nicole Johnson.
Cathedral Builders Are Hip
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