Elena Ferrante: ‘Even today, after a century of feminism, we can’t fully be ourselves’

Elena Ferrante: ‘Even today, after a century of feminism, we can’t fully be ourselves’
https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2018/mar/17/elena-ferrante-even-after-century-of-feminism-cant-be-ourselves?utm_source=esp&utm_medium=Email&utm_campaign=GU+Today+USA+-+Collections+2017&utm_term=267874&subid=21441187&CMP=GT_US_collection

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"Everything has been codified in terms of male needs – even our underwear, sexual practices, maternity
Elena Ferrante
Sat 17 Mar 2018 03.00 EDT
Last modified on Sat 17 Mar 2018 11.12 EDT
 
‘Women live amid permanent contradictions and unsustainable labours.’ Illustration: Andrea Ucini for the Guardian


On principle, I refuse to speak badly of another woman, even if she has offended me intolerably. It’s a position that I feel obliged to take precisely because I’m well aware of the situation of women: it’s mine, I observe it in others, and I know that there is no woman who does not make an enormous, exasperating effort to get to the end of the day. Poor or affluent, ignorant or educated, beautiful or ugly, famous or unknown, married or single, working or unemployed, with children or without, rebellious or obedient, we are all deeply marked by a way of being in the world that, even when we claim it as ours, is poisoned at the root by millennia of male domination.
Women live amid permanent contradictions and unsustainable labours. Everything, really everything, has been codified in terms of male needs – even our underwear, sexual practices, maternity. We have to be women according to roles and modalities that make men happy, but we also have to confront men, compete in public places, making them more and better than they are, and being careful not to offend them.
A young woman I’m very fond of said to me: it’s always a problem with men, I’ve had to learn not to overdo. She meant that she had trained herself not to be too beautiful, too intelligent, too considerate, too independent, too generous, too aggressive, too nice. The “too” of a woman produces violent male reactions and, in addition, the enmity of other women, who every day are obliged to fight among themselves for the crumbs left by men. The “too” of men produces general admiration and positions of power.

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The consequence is that not only is female power suffocated but also, for the sake of peace and quiet, we suffocate ourselves. Even today, after a century of feminism, we can’t fully be ourselves, don’t belong to ourselves. Our defects, our cruelties, our crimes, our virtues, our pleasure, our very language are obediently inscribed in the hierarchies of the male, are punished or praised according to codes that don’t really belong to us and therefore wear us out. It’s a condition that makes it easy to become odious to others and to ourselves. To demonstrate what we are with an effort at autonomy requires that we maintain a ruthless vigilance over ourselves.
So I feel close to all women, and, sometimes for one reason, sometimes for another, I recognise myself in the best as well as in the worst. Is it possible, people say to me at times, that you don’t know even one bitch? I know some, of course: literature is full of them and so is everyday life. But, all things considered, I’m on their side.
• Translated by Ann Goldstein"

My mother was a doctor and I grew up in the house in which she had her practice....for me all mothers, all women must be like my mother. I married one who was like my mother...and then I married a sociopath. And all fell apart. And then I met a group of sociopaths and the dominoes kept falling.

So I was a feminist long before my mother was introduced to feminism.
At one point I was hoping tto marry a psychologist who was also a militant feminist, but my mother who really wanted to be a dress designer thought the psychologist too plain and did not approve. A MILITANT FEMINIST I brought to my mother. Not pretty enough. BHut for me after knowing her I loved her and was not trusting the old story of when I go to post graduate school I will look for anyone better than you. Nope. I married the psychiatrist and the psychologist married an electrician.
The psychologist valued me for being able to discuss FEELINGS...accepting feminism (I took one of the first courses at UC in Women's studies.before I met her.)

I was threatened with abortion by a sociopath who was THE "Successful Narcissistic,
Malevolent, Machiavellian Sociopath" (Dr Barbara Oakley PhD "Evil Genes".) If I maried her she would not abort.

She destroyed me; then a group of them finished me off.

Oral History of my mother 2005 and 1979   +
https://collections.ushmm.org/search/catalog/irn517852
https://collections.ushmm.org/search/catalog/irn10 and 20003910 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claude_Lanzmann

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