bell hooks, communion, “Ch. 8 “Growing into a Woman’s Body” (this chapter includes rethinking negative attitudes about weight and menstruation, striving for better health, allowing beauty to follow—“We cannot negate our bodies and love them [simultaneously].”)
Thank you, bell. Future husband best realize this.
Repeat: “We cannot negate our bodies and love them [simultaneously].”
The young girl with ~mysterious abilities~.
She can heal with a touch! She has dreams about the future! She has been chosen by her pagan gods to lead her people to a new land!
I find it curious that people can’t seem to write stories about ancient history without including some kind of unexplained force, even though presumably they don’t believe that things actually happened that way.
There’s a contingent of female writers in particular who like to imagine ancient societies where only women possessed strong connections to the mystical. I suspect it’s an attempt to provide female characters with their own kind of power, so they can control events as much as the average male protagonist. (The more common way of doing this is to write about women who were wives, mistresses and daughters of powerful men; this puts them in the center of great events, but it ties their value as characters to the agency of men.)
Anyway, I find this so-called “feminist spirituality” genre to be so much less powerful than a plausible story about a woman who may have been real, and what she would have actually gone through in her day. Why should a woman have to be “special” for her story to matter?
Trawling the internet for feminist historical novels, and I just found the blog of a feminist law student who recommends The Virgin’s Lover by Philippa Gregory.
AKA the novel that makes Queen Elizabeth I out to be an utter ditz.
“We should get married,” Joe said.
“No,” I said, the only answer to logic. It was because I didn’t want to, that’s why it would gratify him, it would be a sacrifice, of my reluctance, my distaste.
Prove your love, they say. You really want to marry me, let me fuck you. You really want to fuck, let me marry you instead. As long as there’s a victory, some flag I can wave, parade I can have in my head.
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I had to read We Real Cool for a soc class once and it was awesome.