Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Today’s “Feminism” Plays Right into the Hands of Chauvinism

As Christian Louboutin – yes, ladies, that Louboutin – so helpfully points out, the concept of feminism is in desperate need of a makeover.

He wasn’t trying to make a statement about societal views of women when he said, “The core of my work is dedicated not to pleasing women, but to pleasing men.” But in admitting that, he did so all the same.

Women pay a minimum $595 for a pair of his designer heels, which Louboutin purposely designs to be uncomfortable. In fact, he HATE[s] the whole concept of comfort!”

“Comfy,” he says, is “one of the WORST words! I just picture a woman feeling bad, with a big bottle of alcohol, really puffy. It’s really depressing, but she likes her life because she has comfortable clogs.”

Forgive me while I take issue with his impressive level of ignorance…

First off, comfy is a delicious word. It means snuggled up in a warm blanket on a cold winter’s night with a book and a hot chocolate. It means feeling your man’s arms around your shoulders as you cuddle close on the couch together. It means waking up on a Saturday morning knowing that you don’t have to get up for work.

That is the definition of comfy.

It is not clutching a “big bottle of” booze. To my knowledge, alcoholics are very rarely happy. And if “she likes her life because she has comfortable clogs,” who gives a damn? Who died and made Louboutin dictator of happiness?

Anyway, comfort and style can go very well together, despite his close-minded rejection of the idea. Just ask Mudd, which makes adorable and comfortable shoes. (And no, they didn’t pay me to say that.)

But even if there weren’t any such footwear, it still wouldn’t be worth causing temporary pain and permanent physical damage just to make Louboutin – or any man – happy.

Women Don’t Just Bend Their Feet to Fit into Chauvinistic Fantasies

Addressing the way pre-teen, teenaged and young adult women dress these days, Jennifer Moses notes in the Wall Street Journal how a friend of hers said, “‘If I could do it again, I wouldn’t even slept with my own husband before marriage. Sex is the most powerful thing there is…’”

So why do we give it to men so freely with uncomfortably high heels and embarrassingly short skirts that paint us as mere sex objects instead of the whole package?

We promote our one-dimensionality in our songs, like Katy Perry’s E.T., where she begs a “futuristic lover” to make her his “victim,” as she’s ready for abduction. Fellow popstar Rihanna, after getting violently assaulted by her then-boyfriend, Chris Brown, goes on to ask for sexual abuse in her recent hit, “S&M.”

Think that’s a far cry from wearing dangerously high Louboutin’s? Think again, since both – as the designer himself admits – make it all about men.

Women go a step further in dancing up on random men in clubs, acting for all the world like unpaid strippers giving out free lap dances. Or we go a step further and throw ourselves at men we’ve known a mere few weeks… a few days… a few hours…

Is this really what we want for ourselves? Is this really what makes us happy? For that matter, is it really what makes men happy in the end?

I’m not sure it can be. But this is what the new feminism tells us must be true. And far too many of us buy into it. Literally.

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