Hillary, a Feminist?
Evidentally, the Feminist:
"Presidential candidate Hillary Rodham Clinton declared Wednesday that if you look up the word 'feminist' in a dictionary, you'll find her."
Well, that's just swell, declaring oneself to the be the archetype of a philosophical/social/political movement. So what exactly does that mean?
"Asked if she viewed herself as a feminist, Clinton said by the standard definition, yes.
'If you look in the dictionary, the word feminist means someone who believes in equal rights for women in society, in the economy, the political process _ generally believes in the equality of women. And I certainly believe in the equality of women', she said."
Well, no shit.
Problem here is that there is no such thing, really as Feminism. What we have instead is Feminisms-plural. There is no monolith.
Because we have no monolith in this regard, Clinton's answer is either ignorant or purposefully misleading? Is she a Feminist like Helene Cixous, whose Feminism is more thereoretical and, for a lack of a better term, activist deconstructionist, or she a Marxist (the answer here is clearly no, as much as the right likes to call her so). Most likely, it is more of a American Feminism, which is essentialist in nature (and untenable, relying as it does on a construct posing as a transcendental).
So, Hillary is now THE FEMINIST.
Well, I guess my sisters can breathe easy, eh?
"a construct posing as a transcendental"
ReplyDeleteWell put, Wizard. I hadn't thought of this slippery term in such a succinct description, so thanks for that!
Granted, Senator Clinton is playing upon a fairly ubiquitous trope of what one valence of "feminist" means here in the United States. However, given where she is now and where she is targeting, she's "come a long way, baby"--to invoke those cheesy Virgina Slims ads--from this mindset of this idiot below:
"Feminism encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism, and practice lesbianism."
–Pat Robertson, U.S. Presidential Hopeful, 1992
Yet we have miles go to before [we] sleep.
Roaring & puffing...