Friday, February 18, 2011

An open letter to my ms

My dearest steampunk manuscript,

Please accept my humblest apologies for leading you to believe I was almost done slicing into you and altering large portions of your anatomy. It transpires that I lied to you, though it certainly was not my intention.

You see, I found a very large flaw in your construction this morning, and regrettably I am going to have to go back in with my scalpel (the delete button) and cut you up again. I am certain you feel fine now, for I've given you time to heal, removed all the stitches from last time, and polished you up. But I beseech you to believe me when I tell you that this flaw will interfere with your longevity. Slowly, everything will begin to deteriorate. If I leave it in any longer, removing it later will only hurt so much worse.

I do hope you haven't become quite attached to your middle... and your end. If it is any consolation whatever, this will not (should not) hurt as badly, or be as severe as the time I rewrote all but six chapters of you.

Please know that I have only ever loved you, and that I do this not out of spite but out of my desire to see you improved to your fullest potential.

Yours most sincerely,

Alexandra

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Femmes Fatales and Deadly Men

The femme fatale is one of the most common figures in literature and art. Indeed, I'm currently writing a paper on femmes fatales in Keats' poetry.

It got me to thinking about whether or not there is a male version of the femme fatale. If we go with the French, we could name him the homme fatale. (I'll admit, it doesn't have that same ring of alliteration to it). I googled homme fatale but didn't get many results, and Google even asked me "Did you mean femme fatale?"

The definition of a femme fatale is a woman who is toxic to a man, whose (usually sexual) involvement in his life leads to his demise. If he does escape the evil femme, he is a scarred man for having come in contact with her. By the sheer fact that humans, whether male or female, don't act all that differently from one another when you come right down to it, I'm sure there's a deadly man out there, too.

We just haven't called him out, yet.

But I see him everywhere. We've all read the novels or seen the movies in which a woman completely gives up her life and her identity for a man, becomes nothing more than an extension of him. Sometimes this is painted in a rosy 50s idyllic family* sort of way, or a "one true love happy fairytale ending"** sort of way, and sometimes it's shown for what it is: unhealthy.

I would argue that this man, the one who somehow appears worth giving up one's very self for, is an homme fatale. He eats up the woman in a way I'd say mirrors in intensity (if not in action) the way the femme fatale destroys men. A man who wants to own his women, who mistreats or abuses his women, is an homme fatale by all senses of the idea that a person can be deadly. Perhaps not deadly to the body (except in the case of abuse, clearly), but certainly deadly to the soul. (And it probably goes without saying that so is a (male) rapist.)

The reason I bring this up is that we haven't really named him. We have names for men who mistreat women: womanizer, misogynist. But when a woman is bad for a man, she's deadly to his manliness. The archetype has been perpetuated for so long I won't even venture a guess as to how many centuries. Men need to be protected because the woman usurps his sense of self.

But I don't think we look at men as being bad for women in the same way. Women need to be protected because the man hurts her or damages her in some way. BUT he also usurps her sense of self. When a man is bad for a woman, he is just as deadly to the self, and sense of self is just as important and just as bad to lose for a woman as it is for a man. It may be more socially acceptable for a woman to give herself up for a man, but that doesn't make it fair. I'm not sure our society totally gets that yet, though I sincerely hope we're getting there.

All I am saying is this: women deserve to value themselves in the same way men do, and have been encouraged to do. Historically women haven't had that option (I'm trying to refrain on remarking about today's state of affairs because it's such unsteady ground). But since we live in the 21st century, I AM saying that if a woman can be fatal, so can a man.


*This is not my condemnation of the nuclear family. You can have a nuclear family without expecting the female to give up her entire self. In the same vein, a woman can choose to make sacrifices to help her boyfriend or husband achieve goals without being this kind of woman. I am not condemning relationships with more traditional gender roles necessarily. I am speaking of a specific occurrence in which the woman doesn't have a choice.
**Nor do I think that fairytales which end with a romantic kiss necessarily perpetuate this ideal.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Gah!

Do you ever feel like the universe, or life, or the Flying Spaghetti Monster, or whatever is trying to convince you what an asshole you are?

I'm totally having one of those months. Ever since February started, a whole bunch of tiny but really embarrassing things have happened to me (thankfully none of them involve me falling down in front of people... yet... we still have 19 days left in February) that aren't quite significant enough to warrant serious complaining, but that combine to make me feel like little bits of my self-esteem are being eaten away at (right now I'm imagining thinking I had a cupcake, but when I turn around, I only have a tiny bite left). Most of them involve misunderstandings, and second only to my dislike of having my personal space invaded is my complete terror of misunderstandings that make me look like an idiot.

This is why the idea of using Facebook as a way of "courting" someone you want to date (which someone told me about last week, and over which I almost had a panic attack--okay not really, but I did get significantly bothered and worried because it's a very my generation thing to do) stresses me out. The potential for misunderstandings online is VAST! Even worse than in person--and they happen so often even when you do have the luxury of reading someone's tone of voice and body language!

So it should be clear to you right now that something happened to me today. Basically someone corrected my already very shameful and embarrassing misunderstanding with a REALLY condescending remark, and I came home feeling pretty gross. If someone insults me outright, I'm happy to defend myself. But in this situation there was nothing I could say that wouldn't make it worse and look like I was blowing things out of proportion or being too sensitive or too mean, and so I just had to sit there and turn red and desire to disappear.

I felt like a teenager.

Basically the only point of this post is because I always like reading about people's personal lives on their blogs, second only to the juicy details of their publication journeys, so I decided to give you some of my shame so you could smile and be glad that it didn't happen to you. (Multiple times).

So I'll probably be left with this feeling of "gah" for at least the rest of the day, or even possibly tomorrow as well. The crappy thing is I JUST got over a different reason for a feeling of "gah" that happened just a couple days ago! Which inspires another GAH!

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Wanna see something REALLY embarrassing?


You asked for it.


Wanna see something embarrassing?



That's a picture of me from when I was 14, at Irish dance regionals (called Oireachtas). Yes, that outfit is as uncomfortable as it looks. Yes, we had to wear them. No, that is not my real hair.

I was also thinking about posting a video from the same competition of me dancing... but I chickened out.