We [perfect girls] take ourselves very, very seriously. We are the peacemakers, the do-gooders, the givers, the savers. We are on time, overly prepared, well read, and witty, intellectually curious, always moving.
We are living contradictions. We are socially conscious, multicultural and anti-corporate but we still shop at Gap and Banana Republic. We listen to hip-hop, indie rock and country on our iPods.
We are girls in hooker boots, wife beaters and big earrings. We make documentary films, knit sweaters and DJ. We are “social smokers”, secretly happy that the cigarettes might speed up our metabolisms, hoping they won’t kill us in the process.
We pride ourselves on getting as little sleep as possible and thrive on self-deprivation. We drink coffee, a lot of it. We are on birth control, Prozac and multivitamins. We do strip aerobics, hot yoga, go five more minutes than the limit on any exercise machine at the gym.
We are relentless, judgmental with ourselves and forgiving to others. We never want to be as passive-aggressive as our mothers, never want to marry men as uninspired as our fathers. We carry the old world of guilty—center of families, keeper of relationships, caretaker of friends—with the new world of ambition—rich, independent, powerful. We are the daughters of feminists who said, “You can be anything” and we heard, “You have to be everything”.
We must be loved. We must be adored. We must get A’s. We must make money. We must save the world. We must be thin. We must be unflappable. We must be beautiful. We are the anorectics, the bulimics, the overexercisers, the overeaters. We must be perfect. We must make it look effortless.
We grow hungrier and hungrier never close enough to what were here for. The holes inside of us grow bigger and bigger never filled.
but we as a culture of young women need to learn and love our bodies for the space they take up, not for the space they do not. we need to calm the perfect girl and feed the starving daughter and find balance and wellness.
Perfect Girls, Starving Daughters -Courtney E. Martin
Last night I laid within your continent Sought salvation from frustration with in your loving nation found the true meaning of homeland when you let me inland Swahili tongue knew I hadn’t been there before kissed for me to stay awhile I did you one better and stayed forever, in your country Then…
I’ve been resisting making fun of Occupy Wall St., and found it annoys me when other people do. While the news is saying their demands are “muddled,” they’re at least proving that we’re not a bunch of passive hipsters who care about nothing. The more we shrug this protest off with cute jokes,…
I don’t like this comparison. We have democratic tools at our disposal to change our political reality if we so choose. Whether we make those choices wisely is an open question, but we’ll never have to demand regime change the same way Egypt did.
This is a point I don’t see brought up often enough, actually. Although, to be careful here, I don’t know that AdBusters is exactly putting Occupy Wall Street on the same plane as Tahrir. The acampadas in Spain are a slightly more accurate comparison. I think it’s perfectly fine to say that the ideas of using the model of mass peaceful protest in an attempt to achieve deep change is something that OWS has found exemplified in Tahrir or that Tahrir has generated a greater sense of popular empowerment in general. It’s another to say that what OWS is doing is like Tahrir. Or any part of the so called Arab Spring. The contexts and motivations are wildly different and to pretend otherwise erases the experiences of those who lived and are living under tyranny.