Not Whining But Screaming
I’ve always been surprised by the way other people see me, especially by their use of certain adjectives: “mild-mannered”, “passive”, “easy-going”, “laid-back”. – On the outside, squishy, sweet, amorphous marshmallow, it seems, while on the inside... a raging, ranting banshee, a fire disgorging dragon, a hardened, steely warrior or a possessed uncontrollable spirit capable of metamorphosing the elements in order to have her will obeyed.
That disconnect between internal and public persona probably exists for most of us, I suppose.
But now, quiet, un-self-confident Maggie wants to stop the background whine of “It’s not fair!” (can’t you just envisage the petted lip?”). I want my voice to grow and connect my sense of injustice to the public universe.
Change does happen. We don’t have to accept the power and drive of the capitalist market to sell us a vacuous myth- the insubstantial veneer of youth and beauty and therefore “acceptability” at an unacceptable price, both on our pockets and more insidiously on our sense of well-being.
Let us scream and proclaim our outrage in full voice.
I’m screaming.
Scream with me.
That disconnect between internal and public persona probably exists for most of us, I suppose.
But now, quiet, un-self-confident Maggie wants to stop the background whine of “It’s not fair!” (can’t you just envisage the petted lip?”). I want my voice to grow and connect my sense of injustice to the public universe.
Change does happen. We don’t have to accept the power and drive of the capitalist market to sell us a vacuous myth- the insubstantial veneer of youth and beauty and therefore “acceptability” at an unacceptable price, both on our pockets and more insidiously on our sense of well-being.
Let us scream and proclaim our outrage in full voice.
I’m screaming.
Scream with me.
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But to be honest I perceive my inner intensity as rather powerless, and not so focused on anti-capitalist politics.
I scream but I do feel defeated.
Please see my post (a few back on my site) called Boobs! http://faystoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/boobs.html
Yes, it really happened.
What the flip? I refuse, absolutely, to conform. My girls are free and let the law suits begin!
Heck, I'm so short I never wanted to even wear heels if it would only make me 5'4 instead of 5'1" I am...and ruin my back.
I say we embrace who we are...and be happy for Husbands who embrace us for who we are. :)
I scream Too!!!!
This sounds like an interesting idea for a blog, and I hope you start writing more regularly.
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These words gave me a real frisson: "On the outside, squishy, sweet, amorphous marshmallow... while on the inside a raging, ranting banshee, a fire disgorging dragon, a hardened, steely warrior or a possessed uncontrollable spirit capable of metamorphosing the elements in order to have her will obeyed."
Beautiful.
Unfortuantely, it felt a bit like I lost my voice after screaming and this summer was beset with family traumas and illnesses.
My apologies for leading a war cry only to end up having a coughing on the sidelines, but hopefully this will prove to be the new start that was intended at the outset.
Please bear with me :)