There is this Dr. Seuss* book that my family used to have called Great Day for Up.
As is a habit with my family, we have co-opted that title and reworked it for our own needs. When someone in our family is having a one of those thick days where we just feel stupid and want to give up, we tend to say "This is NOT a great day for up".
Now that you are all up to speed, I'll get to the point. (or something, calling it a point may require too much of a suspension of disbelief)
This, my friends, was NOT a good day for up.
The Little Guy is fascinated by my headboard**, and has decided to make it an object of intense scrutiny. This would not be a problem but his chosen time for woodwork examination is 4:00-5:30am. If you were a fly on the wall at that time the last few nights you would have seen me repeatedly trying to get TLG to lie back down and go back to sleep. I lie him down, he rolls over, crawls to the headboard, pulls himself up, starts announcing his findings to the world at large (mamamamamamam, aaaaaayaaaaaa). Repeat ad infinitim (ad nauseum).
Actually, let me take that back. If you were a fly on the wall at that time, I'd swat you with a rolled up newspaper. Unless you let me know in advance that you were planning to drop by while in altered form, that's different.
ANYWAY...
I haven't been getting enough sleep and it is already taking its toll. I trudged through today (TLG was also Crankenstein, fussing everytime I put him down and having only minimal naps) without really enough energy to both keep ahead of the mess and be kind to my children. Today the kids won but if TLG is up again tonight then I make no promises, perhaps tomorrow I'll be merely somewhat civil to the kids and pour my meager energies into the housework.
** Yes, he usually sleeps in bed with us. Yes, we have done our best to make it a safe environment. No, we are not concerned with him never sleeping anywhere else. Chill.
*The book may not have actually written by Geisel, but it came in a series with the Cat in the Hat, and One Fish Two Fish.
Hmm, that's not the feminism I remember.
I'm reading Dr. Leonard Sax's Why Gender Matters* and I'm struck by what seems to me to be a strange interpretation of the feminist perspective **.
Perhaps it is because I come to my feminism through Anthropology, not through Women's Studies, so it is more of an academic, personal thing than an activist thing, but I seem to have understood the importance of the difference between sex and gender (or at least the feminist perspective on same) differently than Sax and, in fact, a number of other people I have encountered lately.
The basic idea is that sex is a biological fact*** but gender is a social construction, that is, the meanings and status that a given society attributes to a given sex. And, given that, there is no biological reason or justification for discriminating on the basis of sex.
Okay, that much most of us can agree on.
But then Sax goes on to imply that the scientific, academic and feminist worlds have been trying to claim that gender is irrelevant, that we can eliminate it entirely, that we can have a gender-neutral world.
That's where I get lost.
See, I was never under the impression that we were seeking gender-neutrality, I thought feminism was seeking gender-equality. To stop discrimination based on cultural assumptions related to biological sex.
Yet, I can't dismiss what Sax (and the others) are saying about the goals of those different communities, I can't be sure that he is wrong. Now, I'm wondering if my anthropological lead-in to feminism has only exposed me to the less radical aspects of the movement, that there are feminists who dismiss gender as an irrelevant construction that has little to do with ability.
Because if those feminists do exist, and if they are anything other than a small group of radicals, then I have a lot of thinking to do.
I'm all about rooting out assumptions, and I'm all about encouraging kids (and adults) to take on roles that suit them rather than limiting people to cultural constructions, but I'm not all about ignoring scientific evidence that female and male brains process information differently, or that male and female eyes tend to pick out different things, or that female ears hear a wider range and volume of sounds than male ears.****
Biology is not destiny, but it is a factor in our personal development, along with how we were parented and the values of the society we belong to, and I don't think that any of those factors can be discounted.
So, now I must do some more research (us bookish dames do love us some research). Have I missed the boat? Is there a feminist agenda of gender-neutrality that I somehow missed? Or has Sax implied something that is not quite true?
*Why am I reading this? Well, as I've mentioned before, I'm always trying to sort out the difference between 'bad' behavior, 'boy' behaviour and television-induced behaviour. That is, is something like The Boy's fondness for identifying everything cylindrical as a bomb something I should curb, something I should ignore or something caused by an outside influence that I should re-evaluate the impact of?
By the way, even with the possibility of a 'straw woman' (ooh, I *am* a feminist) argument going on, the Sax book is pretty interesting and informative for understanding why kids act like they do. You have to ignore some of his comments on how to prevent rampant teenage sex. And his idea that a four month old boy is trying to control his mother is out to lunch, but,overall, it is a very thought-provoking book. But I do have to check out the mystery feminists.
** Yes, yes, I know there are feminisms not a feminism but bear with me here, I'm trying to figure something out.
***Well for most of the population, I'm not sure how transgendered people feel about that.
****Of course, my suspicious feminist brain also feels a need to check out the studies that make these conclusions, to ensure that the study design was not gender-biased. I'm not even sure how I'd go about that, but I feel the need to.
Reason #8423 I'm glad I'm not a kid.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
I was sitting at our kitchen table with The Boy yesterday discussing the letter A* and after we practiced making an A sound, he asked me to read something to him on a package of crayons. I did, and then said "You know, in a couple of years, you'll learn how to read." He looked shocked and said "Me? I'll learn to read? Really?"
How weird would it be not to know that things are going to change? Not to understand that you are going to get bigger** and learn new things?
No wonder kids flip out when you don't do things exactly the same as you did last time, or get so melodramatic about being sick or not buying something at the supermarket. If I had no idea that things could ever be any different, everything would take on much greater significance for me, too.
*In an effort to find interesting things to do with him until he gets to the project stage when I'll really come into my own ("Mommy, let's find out stuff about Triceratops, and build one out of glue and popsicle sticks!" "OKAY!"), I've decided to give each week a letter theme and try to do stuff involving that letter every day. I'm doing okay so far, but it's only Tuesday!)
** Well, he knows that he'll get bigger but he doesn't understand the implications, I don't think.
