Lessons from Our SEXY FEMINISM Panel

Last night, I had the honor of moderating a panel filled with some of my favorite feminist ladies discussing the big issues of the day (that’s Lean In and gay marriage to you) at Word Bookstore in Brooklyn to promote Sexy Feminism. We had four spectacular women from different parts of the femi-sphere: Rachel Kramer Bussel, the lady to go to for great sex writing and erotica anthologies; Britt Gambino, Sexy Feminist’s gay-lady contributor (as she likes to call herself); Julie Gerstein, an editor at The Frisky; and Jamia Wilson, a media activist. You never really know how panels full of people who have never met will go, especially on such hot topics. But I was blown away by the level of discourse — yes, it was so smart that it was discourse! — as well as the fact that the discussion was entertaining and engaging without being any sort of fight. I wish I’d recorded the entire thing so everyone could see how amazing it was, but instead I’ll give you a few highlights of what I learned:

It doesn’t matter whether the young feminist movement online gets the acknowledgement it deserves from older generations of feminists. Second-Wave women fought hard and fought bravely for so many of the rights we now take for granted: We are no longer our husbands’ property. We no longer need husbands. We have access to jobs they could never dream of, and we have laws and support systems in place to handle domestic violence, sexual violence, sexual harassment, and gender discrimination. They got us all that by taking to the streets, demonstrating, and agitating. We don’t have quite the same sort of massive, critical issues to rally around, but we do have the Internet. And since a ton of our activism now takes place online, many of the older women involved in the movement bemoan the fact that feminism is dead — they literally don’t see us, despite major “wins” like taking the Susan G. Komen Foundation to task for pulling its Planned Parenthood funding and shaming that weird wave of “rape-friendly” political candidates last year. We talked a lot about this last night, and the fact that older activists are often asking us why we aren’t “in the streets” demanding change. It’s largely because we’re on Twitter demanding change, but this is often not acknowledged by our foremothers as real activism — and it was barely mentioned in PBS’ otherwise exhaustive and spectacular MAKERS documentary about feminist history. But the group basically came to the conclusion that we need to stop acting like daughters desperate for their mothers’ approval and instead, as Jamia suggested, make our own documentary of our own piece of the movement. For the record, I’m so into this idea.

There are feminist yoga retreats, y’all! Because it’s important for feminist activists to take care of themselves so they can give the world all they’ve got. Jamia went to one, and it sounded amazing. To me, it also sounds like a great way to get inspired, bond with like-minded women, and probably come up with a bunch of fantastic new ideas. We need to make these happen all the time.

“Leaning In” definitely has its issues. Julie made the great point that all of these attention-getting books and articles about women in the workplace are, as she said, “asking the wrong question.” It’s not about whether women can “have it all,” or learn new skills from Sheryl Sandberg to climb the corporate ladder. The problem is much bigger and more systemic: We all are making less money for more work, forcing most families to need two incomes and overtime just to survive. That’s why no one, male or female, can have it all. Rachel mentioned the many women now running their own small businesses — you don’t have to lean in if you make yourself the CEO. (I know tons of women doing this right now: My sister runs her own boudoir photography business, my friend just launched a wedding-deals site.) And Jamia, one of the few people I’ve encountered who actually read Lean In instead of just talking about it, gave the best critique I’ve heard so far: She told us about her paternal grandmother, a black woman who raised eight children as a single mother in the south, providing for them by cleaning other people’s houses and taking care of other people’s (white) children. The problem with Lean In, she said, is that it doesn’t take into account the less fortunate people you have to “lean on” to get to the corporate suite.

None of us know what the hell to make of marriage anymore. Obviously, we all think gay people should be able to get legally married. Jamia is engaged, but the rest of us were still wishy-washy on the idea. Britt, for one, isn’t sure about getting involved in the whole marriage machine as straight people have built it. (Can’t say I blame her.) When New York legalized gay marriage last year, she experienced sudden resistance to the pressure to conform to straight-marriage traditions.

It’s good to go hang out with smart feminist women sometimes. I loved just talking all this stuff out with others who care about it as much as I do. I need more feminist bonding in my future.


I Didn’t Get Married, But I Changed My Name

During a certain period of my life, the realizations that I could not marry this person came at me so often that I took to ignoring them. Among them was the time my fiancé seemed shocked that I wouldn’t be taking his name upon wedding him the following fall. Why on earth, I asked him, would I do anything of the sort? I had been a professional writer for about ten years at that point. I had amassed hundreds of bylines as “Jennifer Armstrong.” Not that I was some massively famous writer — most of those bylines were in local newspapers like The Daily Pilot and The Daily Southtown, or in the home décor trade magazines I’d spent a particularly odd year editing, Residential Lighting and Accessory Merchandising.

But by this point I was also an editorial assistant at Entertainment Weekly, a national magazine, and I had written several feature stories there. I had no intention of disappearing into his identity and starting anew as a journalist so that no one who had ever known me in my previous 30 years on earth would think, upon encountering my byline on an article about Jessica Simpson, “Hmm, I wonder if that’s the Jennifer Armstrong I knew in college …” or whatever. I wanted that moment, even if I’d never know about it. Plus Facebook was happening, so it was only a matter of time before I more often than not did know about it.

And so it was that “changing my name” went on our list of unresolved issues along with “having babies soon” and “moving farther into New Jersey” and, for that matter, “committing to each other for life.” Those issues were eventually resolved by the cancellation of our wedding and my move to a studio apartment in New York’s East Village.

 

But my attachment to my name went beyond my lack of desire to commit to this one man, or to any man, at that time. I had, perhaps, put more thought into my name than I had into my mate, in a way. I’d gone along with my college sweetheart onto the marriage track with no resistance, figuring this was just what people did. I followed him to Southern California after college with nary a shrug.

I did, however, take the time to agonize over my name: As I began my journalism career, I made a commitment. I would no longer be Jenny Armstrong, as I was in childhood. I would not be Jen Armstrong, as I was in college. I would be Jennifer Armstrong. This was my best shot at retaining my identity but becoming a new, grownup version of the Jenny we once knew.

Clearly I hadn’t paid as much attention to my relationship, even though I stayed in it for another eight years past graduation. Once I left my engagement, I finally grew into the Jennifer Armstrong I’d hoped to be: independent, dating, making like-minded literary friends, concentrating on my career.

I swore, for entirely different reasons now, that I would never, ever change my name. It was a good name! A strong name. My name. The name with which I earned enough money to pay for my own apartment and furnish it alone. I completely agreed with all the reasons Jill Filipovic gave for sticking with her (admittedly difficult) given name in a recent Guardian piece that reignited the age-old debate. In fact, I still do agree, to a certain extent: There’s still nothing feminist about 90 percent of married women taking their husbands’ names. But I’ve recently stumbled upon the joy of being able to change the identity you present to the public, a “joy” that patriarchy all but forces on married women and denies all men.

Why would I ever want to change my strong, simple, Anglo name?

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Random Lessons In Feminist History: Miss America (Really)

In our new book, Sexy Feminism, we share ways to add feminism to every day activities. Your beauty routine, for example, can totally be a feminist act.

But there are some institutions that are the oil to feminism’s water: The two just don’t mix. And Miss America is about as oily as it gets. It was the site, after all, of one of the best-known feminist protests. In 1968, leaders of the fast-growing second wave feminist movement chose that year’s Miss America Pageant in Atlantic City as the place to stage a dramatic protest (and gain the world’s media focus while doing it). The activists used pageant contestants as examples of how women were being devalued in society—that is, for their looks, not their intellect. Into the “freedom trash can” went instruments of oppression—high heels, makeup, bras (no, they were not burned), women’s magazines, and girdles. The event sparked the discussion on standards of female beauty that continues to this day.

Only 17 years earlier, a woman named Yolande Betbeze was fighting for similar progress from within the pageant. She was crowned Miss America in 1951 but was very vocal about her feelings about the swimsuit competition (summary: eye roll). After she was crowned, she refused to pose in underwear-like garments of any kind. Her protest provoked the swimsuit company, Catalina, to pull its sponsorship of the pageant. The Miss America Organization itself says Betbeze’s actions led to a new focus on scholarships, rather than female beauty.

Yes, Miss America’s feminist flaws remain today and, lord, those swimsuits are hardly even clothing anymore. But this one woman’s staunch defense of her morals and advocation of her value is proof that any of us can make real change in the world to help women for generations.


The Sexy Feminist Polls: The Most Important Issue Facing Feminism, Your Feminist Role Models, and More

With more than 500 voters logging responses to our recent Sexy Feminist polls, we thought it would be fun to break down some of the results. According to Sexy Feminist readers …

The most important issue facing feminism today is sexual and domestic violence. This makes sense, of course: Freedom from violence and fear is the most basic human right, and many women lack that specifically because of their gender. We can’t progress on much else if we don’t combat this one. The Violence Against Women Act was a good start, but we have a long way to go. For statistics, resources, and help, visit the National Center on Domestic and Sexual Violence.

Your favorite feminist role models are Hillary Clinton and Tina Fey. This combination says it all for 2013 feminism: a badass politician who’s already a frontrunner for the next presidential election, and who has done tireless work for women all over the world; and a prominent, funny, beloved woman who’s broken open comedy’s boys’ club and is on yet another upward trajectory in her career toward movie stardom — as a mom in her 40s. Ellen DeGeneres and Gloria Steinem also inspired a lot of you, and we can’t blame you for that, either.

The sexiest feminist thing a man can do is actively champion women’s rights to others. Can’t argue with that. There’s nothing better than a man who realizes feminism matters as much to men as it does to women. You all wouldn’t mind if he picked up his share of the domestic load, too.

Almost half of you became feminists because you believe in equal rights for all.  


SEXY FEMINISM Out Today!

Our book, SEXY FEMINISM, is out today.

Order now on AmazonBarnes & NobleIndieBound, or iTunes.

Here’s a little bit about it:

In Sexy Feminism (Mariner/Houghton Mifflin Harcourt), SexyFeminist.com co-founders Jennifer Keishin Armstrong and Heather Wood Rudulph offer simple ways for busy, young women to improve every aspect of their own lives by following feminist principles. With dozens of ways to take action, Sexy Feminism explains how feminism helps women get what they want (and does not, contrary to many reports, ruin anyone’s chances at love, success, sex, beauty, or style). It guides young women toward finding their own brand of feminism and using it to improve their lives and the world.

“We live in a society where sex is used against women as much as it’s used by women. Sexy Feminism calls foul on that (and other) double standards—and makes manifest my frequent observation that feminists are almost always the sexiest people in the room.” —Jennifer Baumgardner, author of F’em!: Goo Goo, Gaga, and Some Thoughts on Balls

“Genius! Sexy Feminism is a delicious primer for budding feminists (and the feminist-curious), as well as a sigh of relief for long-term third-wave feminists who long to be understood and are tired of explaining our beliefs. Finally a book that explains us to ourselves and to others in a funny, sexy, smart way.

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‘The Cosby Show’: One of the Most Feminist Shows of All Time?

I’ve been overdosing on Cosby Show reruns (6-7 p.m. EST weekdays on Centric!), and watching the series as an adult, I’ve discovered something surprising: It’s feminist. Like way feminist. Like stridently feminist. The show overall is not an exercise in subtlety, of course — Bill Cosby meant to teach you all some things while making you laugh — but wow. Cosby carefully and famously avoided taking on most modern issues — namely racism, but also anything political or topical. Except, it seems, the issue of where women stood in Cosby’s vision of a perfect world. As a man who was preaching strong family, he wanted to make one thing clear: In his mind, “family” was not a euphemism for patriarchy like it is for so many others.

Countless plots and subplots involve Cosby’s character, Cliff, schooling his son-in-law, Elvin, in what amounts to feminism. Elvin arrives in the Cosbys’ lives as a blatant sexist and eldest daughter Sondra’s on-again, off-again boyfriend. This amounted to a clever plot device, since Sondra was a smarty pants going to Princeton. It made for funny, teachable conflict. And woman-power always won, though the show was careful not to get too aggressive toward the men. The men who were sexists simply didn’t know any better, and had to be taught. One episode I recently watched had Elvin trying to endear himself to mother-in-law Clair by learning to cook. After several verbal missteps — saying he was learning to do “women’s work,” for instance — he’s put in his place by nearly every Huxtable female. Then Cliff teaches him to cook a simple meal, and everyone wins.

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Does Feminism Overlook Motherhood for Abortion Rights?

While mainstream media often try to pit feminism against motherhood (our stance: that’s bullshit), there’s no doubt that conflict exists for working mothers. Guest blogger Guinevere A. Murphy, Ph.D. reveals how returning to her high-level career in science after giving birth to a child made her question, then value, feminism.

The beeping machines and the loud voices in the crowded delivery room fell silent in the instant I saw the tiny, crying baby. My baby. A long minute later, they placed the wet, pink, perfect little human in my arms. A warmth and light effused my being, and without even a slight hint of cliché, I thought wonderingly, “This is the best moment of my life,” with an absolute certainty and fervor beyond anything I’d ever experienced.

Everything changed in that moment. I had to separate my life into pre-Evie and post-Evie epochs, like B.C. and A.D. The overwhelming love I felt for my baby gave me a clarity and sense of purpose I hadn’t realized was missing before.

I came to realize after Evie’s birth that my devotion to my career in science had become in large part an act, one that I put on, among other factors, because of my whole-hearted belief in what is popularly attributed to a feminist ideal of the high-achieving career woman, but I’ve since come to realize originates more from an out-of-control, greed-dominated corporate culture. Marissa Mayer famously went back to work after just a “few weeks,” and worked from home while still healing from delivery. Her decision to do this largely contributes to the idea of motherhood as merely a minor bump in the road of one’s career trajectory.

I went back to the office at six weeks. It’s not hyperbole to say that my every instinct cried out against walking out the door most mornings, and nights I mourned if I was home even five minutes late, for the precious hour we had together before bedtime. My experience illustrates why feminism is still needed in the U.S., one of four countries in the world without mandated paid maternity leave. This angle wasn’t lost on me at the time, but above all, I felt a furious, overwhelming sense of betrayal, by the feminist movement.  [Read more...]


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