So a couple of weeks ago I wanted to show how I saw the pink fog, so I made a picture. I know, I know, visual imagery, but it helped.
Here are Pink Fog aspects of me:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/veronic...it/3623830277/
There's those InStyle fashion books, full of looksism and classism and consumerism and beauty myth encouraging stuff.
a copy of Allure magazine, more of the same.
my Thigh high boots from Victoria's Secret, a waste of money. I bought them years ago because of how fabulous they looked and wanted them even if I knew I would never wear them.
a pair of satin evening pumps that I have never worn in public, from Victoria's Secret. Very classic actually, but still almost like new. Which is a sad thing.
A pair of lovely dressy strappy sandals, never worn. But I thought they were pretty. But not sensible, not practical
Hello Kitty battery fan, very pink and very stereotypically girly.
fake eyelashes, more artifice
russian red MAC lipgloss from 2004, very red and sultry but I'm not sultry
Big purple bottle is Stella McCartney Sheer Eau De Toilette. Bought back in 2005 at Sephora, the bottle is still pretty much full. Haven't bought any perfume or been to Sephora since, because it's a waste. I want to wear it, but don't.
Smaller bottle is Far and Away from Avon, given to me by my mother I think. She got it for herself and didn't like it. Years old, still full.
The book is Best Lesbian Erotica of 2008, a gift to me, from someone I love and respect greatly. But I feel guilty having it, not because it's erotica, but because I'm not a lesbian. I'm co-opting a lesbian identity.
And of course Thigh high hosiery.
That's the pink fog: impractical, constructed, too femme for my own good. Having things that don't get used because I'm a coward and a failure.
This is non pink fog:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/veronic...it/3623830615/
Books about Feminism and Gender:
The book Fire with Fire by Naomi Wolf
The Beauty Myth by Naomi Wolf
Gender Outlaw by Kate Bornstein
Sensible loafers, and tailored loafer style heels, sensible shoes.
A beigey-pink neutral lipstick that's practical
practical "real woman" Trouser socks, not pnatyhose or thigh highs.
And I asked myself the question, would a certain author I respect greatly and my sister respect and want to be friends with the woman who was like what the first picture represents or the second. The second I thought, and I felt bad and I heard a voice in my head saying stuff like this:
"Look at you, you're no woman. Real women fight against all that pink and frilly crap. Hello ****ing Kitty, you're 42 years old, not 10. Just look at those silly impractical shoes, you're a constructed stereotype, just like page 218 in My Husband Betty:
Are Glamour girls the only women that crossdressers and transsexual women admire? Are they all that shallow?
I am half convinced the reason that there aren't more women involved in the crossdressing community is because the images of women crossdressers love are all the same old crap. Why would we want to be part of a community that advances and celebrates images of women that make us feel bad about ourselves? How can we feel welcome when all crossdressers want to talk about is shoes and makeup.
You're pathetic, you're no woman. You're no feminist, you're a delusional MAN who's never going to be a woman.
And I felt horrible and sad and didn't post.
But eventually over time I started thinking. There aren't two of me, there's only one. Don't I deserve to feel pretty or own "sexy" things without guilt? And my mind kept going back and forth: Yes! No! Yes! No! Be more like a certain usually non-femmy woman of my acquaintance. Be more like my sister Don't be constructed, be real.
And I remembered this:
http://www.myhusbandbetty.com/2009/0...thday-present/
It was a gift to Betty, but also served as one to me in a way. My sister bought the femmethology books for me for my birthday after I sent her the links to the books.
Am I not like those femmes in the books and identified with them? Yes.
Doesn't mean that I am a femme too? I have said I am at other times. Yes I am.
(this is probably the most important part)
Wouldn't it be better to be true to that, than to think I have to become some perfect super feminist who disavows the femme as being bad all the time? Yes.
And where did I first learn about Naomi Wolf and Susan Faludi anyway? Glamour Magazine, back when The Beauty Myth and Backlash were first published. Glamour didn't suck then and strongly supported feminism (at least the third wave kind)
And didn't I read their writings and interviews in Glamour and begin identifying as a feminist? Yes, yes I did.
And are there femmes who are really cool and groovoi and feminists? Yes.
And do they like the things I like, and are fabulous and full of teh Awesome and Win? Yes.
And do I want to be just like them and full of teh Awesome? Yes.
So is there a problem with my femmeness being a bad thing? No, not in this way, but...
Shaddup. Am I full of pink fog? Probably not.
Very good, besides, who bought me my Hello Kitty tchotchke box? My sister.
And the Hello Kitty jammies? My sister.
And did I not just post that she has a Hello Kitty case for her Nintendo DS? Yes.
And finally, Am I not a woman? Ummmmmmm well. not yet, I haven't earned it yet.
Sigh, am I going to have to smack myself with an IRC trout until I say yes? No. I'll say it eventually, just not now. I need to experience life..full time...for that. Get some "woman experience points" :-)