Sunday, July 18, 2010
Where's Lassie When We Need Her?
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Disinterring Ophelia
In Shakespeare's Hamlet, Ophelia's fate demonstrates the fragility of a young girl's hold on stability and safety. In adolescence, she begins to live for the approval of her father and of Hamlet, with whom she has fallen in love. Hamlet is pre-occupied with his own demons and rejects her; subsequently she loses her grip on reality, dresses in her best and drowns herself. Hamlet comes upon the gravediggers; here, Shakespeare inserts a cruelly ironic moment of graveyard humor before he allows Hamlet to discover for whom the grave is intended. Ophelia will haunt you.
In 1994, Mary Pipher, PhD, published Reviving Ophelia: Saving The Selves of Adolescent Girls
Other families, sadly, felt helpless; their attitude was, "If she doesn't get it on MTV (or through magazines, books, ads in stores, etc.) at home, she'll just get it at her girlfriends' houses." They didn't realize that, if they could set and hold strong boundaries at home, they would be giving their daughter a critical safe port. The daughter could then internalize that concept of herself as precious. The sense of being worthy of careful nurturing, of possessing a selfhood worth fighting for, could operate to help a girl protect herself as she moved toward womanhood.
I happened to see segments of Stefani Germanotta's (Lady Gaga) music video for "Alejandro" (a worthless waste of audio perception) on the screen of an adjoining exercise bike at the gym. The rider of that bike looked to be about 40 and perfectly normal, but she was glued to the video. I have to admit, it was the proverbial train wreck; my neighbor's screen was so hard to ignore, I almost missed the news on my own screen that the BP oil well had just stopped gushing. Imagine what the Gaga video would be like for a thirteen year old girl! You can it see it on YouTube here, but approach with caution. It's not that the video is objectionable in a new way (it pretty much struck me as picking up where Madonna left off), but that it is objectionable in the same old way.
I often despair at how each generation has to relearn lessons that the previous generation sweated to master. Not only did absolutely NOTHING change in the exploitation of teenage girls since Pipher's book was published, but the trend has accelerated. As age of menarche declines (as measured in decades) and secondary sexual characteristics (telarche) appear even earlier with the rise of obesity in children, America's media, driven by the unchecked profit motive, reaches further back into childhood to sexualize and exploit our daughters.
In Bristol Palin's passive aggressive decision to alert Us magazine, instead of her parents, about her decision to marry the father of her son, I see the fear and anger of a daughter whose family failed to protect her adequately. Bristol learned from her mother to live an overexposed life, and she applied that lesson to her television debut on the reality show "The Secret Life of The American Teenager." Specialness that special can only be learned. To me, it all further demonstrates the Palin family's willingness to exploit its most vulnerable members relentlessly. They seek celebrity rather than substance.
There is a segment of the country's middle and lower class women who slavishly worship Bristol's mother; in their idolization of her, in their--typically inaccurate--identification with her, I see a feminine cohort that Feminism has failed. Perhaps especially when they try to wrap the cloak of Feminism around themselves.
In the huge popularity amongst teens of Stephani Germanotta's pornographic music video, I see another failed crop of adolescents, both male and female. The lyrics of "Alejandro" are explicitly aimed at a young audience: "She's not broken, She's just a baby. But her boyfriend's like a dad, just like a dad/ and all those flames that burned before him. Now he's gonna fight your fight, gonna cool the bad."
Now, listen to Mary Pipher, PhD. The video will sound and look a little dated, but its message is more applicable now than when it was filmed.
Who do you know that needs to hear it?
Sure That's Not BATGIRL???
So you’ve watched the TV news this week and found it all “phews,” so batshit-crazy that you sent your television to Bristol and Levi as an engagement present…?
And your ears are starting to bleed because you’ve heard more of Mel Gibson’s foul rants than the Ex- has…?
Is that why you’re moaning, Mona?
And you’re thanking Mother Nature because Bristol and Levi’s outdoor wedding in Alaska must at least be over quickly? And the sure-to-be-shown photos of Daddy Levi and Baby Tripp in their matching camo wedding duds will replace the Blurry -Naked -Levi Playgirl one that hurts your eyes… is that your hankering, Hannah?
And you’ve seen Lindsay Lohan’s painted-for-da-judge middle F*ck you fingernail so often you’ve built that bird a nest? And hope her new attorney, Robert Shapiro, will say she should shove it… in a glove? Is that what you’re going for, Gladys?
Will anyone watch Aaron Sorkin’s movie based on Andrew Young’s book about Rielle, Johnny, the sex tapes, and the lawsuit unless assured that doing so could somehow halt Global Warming? Is that what you’re wondering, Wanda?
It’s been quite a week with the nuts and the creeps, so if those nitbrains have gotten you down, Dawn…
Here, thanks to my dear husband who found this, is some news* worth watching.
*(see comments)






