And now, for something completely different. I don’t normally share my ideas on the state of the world, politics, or the economy. Partially because I don’t want to stick my foot in my mouth for lack of information, mostly because it’s nobody’s business but my own. But with all the attention being paid to the film Miss Representation on Facebook and the web, I decided to join the conversation. This morning, I watched the trailer, eight minutes of ideas, commentary, sound bites, and statistics to get people thinking about the roles of girls and women in American society. Without having seen the film in its entirety (it airs on the Oprah Network on the 20th), I don’t know how they address the statistics cited, but here are my thoughts on what is presented.
“3% of positions of clout in telecommunications, entertainment, publishing, and advertising are held by women. 16% of writers, directors, producers, and cinematographers are women.”
This is depressing and certainly gives a perspective on why so much of the media we see portrays women in a negative light or as mere sexual objects. If we aren’t in the room making the decisions, it’s difficult to change the content.
“The 2010 midterm election is the only time since 1979 that women have not made gains.”
I wonder, were there as many women running for office? If so, were they intelligent and well spoken? An Olympia Snowe or a Patty Murray (or a Shirley Chisolm ’72: Unbought and Unbossed – to use an old school phrase – she was bitchen!) versus a Michelle Bachmann? Bless her heart, she flummoxes me, and, as a woman, I’d make no hesitation in choosing a thoughtful, educated man, regardless of party, over a woman who makes so little sense. None at all. The same goes for any candidate of color. I would love to see more representation, but I am not going to vote for someone who doesn’t put a clear message in my voter’s pamphlet.
“At age seven, equal numbers of girls and boys want to be President, but by age fifteen, there is a large gap.”
At age seven, I wanted to be a pilot, and a boy told me I couldn’t because I was a girl. I cried bullshit but then realized that it wasn’t what I wanted to do anyway. I’m forty, and, heaven help me, still don’t have a career path nailed down. However, I can say, rather definitively, that I never, ever wanted to be President. Maybe the girls who said they did at seven had the same change of heart as I did about being a pilot, not because someone told them it wasn’t possible, but because they wanted something different for themselves.
“Women make up 51% of the population yet are only 17% of the Congress.”
Again, I wonder how many women are running? I know I can’t recall many women from Oregon being on the ballot. Also, that is a difficult job, with work that never ends, the majority of which is away from home. It’s certainly not something I would choose. Heck, Mitch Daniels, a man, didn’t run for President for the same reason, “the interests and wishes of my family is the most important consideration of all.” Here’s hoping this is at least partially responsible for the lack of parity.
Finally, to what started me writing this post in the first place. Soon after I watched the trailer, I was doing part of my daily workout, a POP Pilates for long and lean legs, and wondered what my motivation for working on my body is. Do I feel pressured by the media to be something other than what I am? Am I overwhelmed by images of model thin women and feel I must conform? In all honesty, no. First and foremost, I want to be healthy, fit, and strong. Emphasis on the strong. I don’t want to take the easy way out by using prescription drugs instead of good self-care. It’s bad enough that my skin is starting to sag and my hair is turning grey with amazing rapidity. I don’t want to have to start popping pills, too. I’ve seen enough prescription drug ads, as many as I have for wrinkle creams and weight loss, to know that they are bad news. Side effects may include…
So there, I’m done. Happy hump day!
