Expletive Deleted: Post Mortem
Saturday, October 31st, 2009
Based on this whole provocative discussion centered around the word “fuck” and all its uses and connotations (see the version of my blog on DailyKOS), I have decided to make a public commitment to give up using this loaded term with all its patriarchal baggage. Based on all the insight shared in all your comments, I can’t see using the word in the future without doing more harm than good. I am not giving up profanity generally, just excising this one toxic word.
I’d be interested in your comments particularly on the patriarchal context of viewing the sex act as a negative thing that men typically do to women, not with women, and the implications that has for how we view the structure of our society, including the relationships between men and women generally.
Not that I will pester others to do the same, but I will certainly share with them my decision and commitment on this, and the reasons why.
Just an initial heads up here… if you have a problem with people talking about the “F word” and actually spelling it out in their piece, then read no further…
So I’m continuing to explore youth-worker John Bell’s article
So you have probably already been “ism’d” within an inch of your life and may be ready to roll your eyes if I attempt to direct your attention to another one! Seems the 20th Century was full of positive movements and negative systems being coined as “isms”, including “feminism”, “progressivism” and “environmentalism” on the one side and “sexism”, “racism” and “militarism” on the other. Some might make a good argument that we should leave all those “isms” behind with the last century and turn our focus forward and reframe the way we look at liberating movements and the restricting systems that hinder human development.
In the late 1970s during my last couple years in my hometown of Ann Arbor, inspired by that song from the Who’s rock opera “Tommy”, I became a pinball wannabe wizard, making time each day I was on campus for my college classes to drop a few dollars worth of quarters in the slot and transcend my muggle life into the world of metal spheres, plastic flippers, bumpers, targets, spinners and those accursed ball-eating gutters. Inspired by reading Ray Bradbury’s Dandelion Wine some years earlier, it was a time in my life where I was experimenting with living in the moment, at times aided by smoking marijuana, and beginning to wrestle with life at a more metaphysical level.
Passing some sort of metaphorical baton to the next generation (along with the key to the closet full of skeletons) is never easy. Surrendering that baton, particularly in a cultural tradition steeped with 5000 years of patriarchal pecking-order thinking can feel very uncomfortable. In many of those old stories, still hanging around somehow in the cultural zeitgeist, the “old man” only surrenders power to his son on his death bed. And then there are all those embarrassing skeletons.
I am concerned about the unfolding process of working out changes to our healthcare system, and particularly how it is being covered in the media as a contest with winners and losers rather than an exercise in compromise to find a working consensus. I think the framing of the debate in the coverage reflects a conventional wisdom that our political and legislative process is more akin to a spectator sport (where our political elite are alone on the playing field) rather than a societal effort to mitigate conflicting interests and find a compromise that can begin to improve the healthcare context for all of us. I for one, put a lot of blame on our education system.