Beyonce’s Stupid Feminist Dialogue
In our fast-paced, high octane, desensitized world where what’s cool today is dirt tomorrow and where we fuel a project (all the better if it has human emotion) with every ounce of expectation, admiration and applause, only to eventually overthrow it and beat it with the weapon that is fickle pop culture, Destiny’s prodigal Child has attempted to reinvent herself before we could get locked and loaded.
Beyonce’s reinvention is actually nothing of the sort and certainly not even remotely worthy of Madonnaesque accolades. Rather than adopt an exotic accent, introduce us to a new sound, invest in a trend-setting wardrobe, she’s gone off and married a rapper convicted of stabbing a record producer (is that what they mean by networking?) and released a 2-CD album where she tortures herself with her contradictory introspective journeys, very reminiscent of Sylvia Plath’s famed Bell Jar. “I’m a woman, I’m a victim. I’m a woman, I’m so fierce….”
Lets be clear. I have no problem with a woman being multi-dimensional. In fact, a woman and any human being for that matter, is and should be. We can get into my definition of what the modern day matriarch is, a little later though. What I find so perplexing and unpalatable is Ms. Knowles’ need to define each element of her persona with an actual name. When urban, strong and wearing nothing but a leotard equipped with motorcycle fixings and her own set of handle bars miraculously growing out of her tits, she’s “Sasha”. When emotional, sensitive and affected, she’s simply “Beyonce”. Sasha vs. Beyonce; as if one woman can’t be accountable for everything that she is and does. How progressive is that?
Now, I’m not dismissing that heady and intoxicating mix of pipes, hips and moves. Sure, she’s arguably one of the most talented and valuable entertainers her industry knows today. I too have been taken captive by her velvety voice and her bewitching curves – maybe I’ve even spent some time imagining myself perched atop those mountainous and miraculous mounds of booty – maybe. Bountiful booty aside, daddy’s little girl has missed the mark on this reinvention and rather has left embarrassing and indelible evidence of her own female insecurities and prehistoric views of women. Ok B, really? Time to stop playing house and grow up.
The all powerful feminine essence is simple to define. It is sophisticated and sensual, complex and aware. It is courageous and coy, darling and dangerous. It is shoulder pads and trousers, black thongs and patent stiletto boots. It is domestic and wild, whispering and blaring. The ultimate female essence is the strength to accept and announce all that a woman truly is, all at once.
My goal when I launched EstablishedMen.com was to create a space where women could finally hear the force of their own voices and enjoy the standing ovations that the most desirable men on the planet would offer them. I committed myself to empowering women to own up to their dreams and help them find the men who would find supreme satisfaction in helping such women see their dreams through. A truly perfect princess, a woman worth every cent of an EstablishedMan, can be anything she wants on any given day. She feels confident standing on the shoulders of her EstablishedMan knowing very well that she is still standing on her own two feet. We have the right to marry for love. We have the right to marry for money. We have the right to marry for both or not at all. We have the right to be who we innately are and I challenge the women of EstablishedMen to do just that.
So, you want progressive? Turn the music off and start singing your own accolades. They will be soon.
This is the most pointless and obsessive piece of trash I have ever read. You’re a nasty, arrogant, and narcissistic excuse for a woman. Don’t bother addressing female empowerment as it’s just sad and ironic.
paris fucking hilton
July 30, 2009
“I committed myself to empowering women to own up to their dreams and help them find the men who would find supreme satisfaction in helping such women see their dreams through.”
The anti-feminism in this statement is what really kills me.
You want to “empower” women so that they can find the “help” from a man that they apparently need in order to be happy?
Empowered women would be looking for a partner and a friend to share in the accomplishments and achievements she’s made on her own. She’d be looking for a peer, and an equal etc.
Penny
July 31, 2009
Feminism. The great debate. Your comment clearly indicates that your definition of feminism and female empowerment includes a reverse sugar-daddy/sugar-baby arrangement. “Empowered women would be looking for … a friend to share the … achievements she’s made on her own”, you write. I take no issue with such a relationship, however; would like to be clear that your view of feminism is routed in misconception. True feminism was simply a social theory, a political movement or a doctrine that advocated equal rights for women and men in all aspects of their public and private lives. It had nothing to do with a man sitting by and applauding a woman for achieving something “on her own”. I don’t even understand what “on her own” means. When a woman applies for a loan to help her launch an incredible business that she wouldn’t be able to afford otherwise, is she less of an entrepeneur? When you apply for a mortgage to help you purchase a home outside of your immediate income allowance, are you less of a provider for your family? And when a woman hires a housekeeper to tend to the mundane tasks that would otherwise take her away from her kids, is she less of a mother? Of course not. Just as history’s greatest leaders, led armed with an arsenal of advisers, experts and assistants, independent women achieve by being resourceful and knowing that the most effective leader is only as strong as her team. That being said, the modern definition of feminism that I refer to and would like women to embrace is that we can do whatever we want, however we want without any shame or hesitation. This is precisely why the sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship is so empowering. It is right in line with modern day feminism and so compatible with female independence. It empowers women to abandon the ancestral relationship paradigms and go after whatever they desire. While no man will be the measuring stick against which I determine my self-worth, neither will the repressive ideals that women have bought into. You may think that doing it on your own makes you a champ. I suppose you haven’t tried masturbating while your man goes down on you. Way better.
Simone
August 1, 2009
Regardless of semantics of what true or false feminism is, I think the value of people and their right of free will and living is more important than categorizing and telling others what they should or should not do, or what we believe is appropriate for them, and impose on their lives our belief systems.
Yes, we are in this world to support each other, but true love and mutual empowerment in a relationship of any kind, be it family, business, romance or pure friendship, by definition requires all parties involved in a mutual respect that allows each to choose freely daily who they are and where they are heading.
That includes giving oneself various names, if the person so wishes. It really only means one is strong enough in themselves to be naked and genuine in their ‘this is who i am’ statement.
Belittling one with a tone that is degrading because we do not agree with the way they live their lives really shows only our own inability to allow others freedom of choice. True strength is always gentle and supportive, not a ‘do as i say’ attitude, which the original poster seems to adhere to.
If a man cannot allow a woman to be wh0o she chooses to be, it does not matter what else he has to offer. It’s like having gourmet food with way too much salt in it to be able to eat – it doesn’t matter how good it smells, how amazingly tasty it looks, how fresh it is, what a top of the line cook made it, after what famous recipe…. if it has too much salt, it is basically ruined, you cannot eat it. And if you cannot eat it, it really is a waste of everything else, now isn’t it, since it’s MAIN job is nourishment, support of well being and healthy living.
The bottom line, in my humble opinion, really is whether we have evolved enough to leave ourselves alone and not micro manage one another’s lives.
We have one life to live, and no one can live it for us, so why not let each other follow our individual destinies wherever it takes us.
And FYI, in ancient times it was common practice to use different names to express different shades of one’s personality. Ancient god would have countless names, all expressing something different of who they were. I think it was a playful and enlightened time in that regard, and modern times barely are starting to return to that enlightened freedom of choice and living.
As human beings we are very complex. So she calls herself Sasha. Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig deal.
Let’s not forget Thierry Mugler thought that was amazing, and he is a revolutionary modern times visionary that understood the richness of a human spirit and it’s need to express itself in complex and at-first-glance-contradictory colors.
I am going w my gut feeling and Mugler’s vote on this, am sorry to say Simone.
Medana
August 2, 2009
Wow. Your complete misunderstanding of the principles of feminism and the level of self delusionment you exude is truly humbling.
Friday
September 24, 2009