I think I must be the worst feminist journalist/blogger in
the world, or at least the country.
It’s tempting to pretend that I was just too cool to write
about 50th anniversary of The Feminine Mystique’s publication, but
the truth is I had no idea. I somehow
managed to get left off the list for review copies of the reissued volume, no
one invited me to be on a panel on its impact, and goddess knows my friends
weren’t talking about it.
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In fact, the date might have slipped by me altogether if I
hadn’t bought a Kindle last week and celebrated by spending even more money on
a subscription to the New York Times.
So yesterday, on my way to work, I read an article by Janet Maslin
reflecting on the book’s impact, and it had links to a piece that had appeared
a couple days earlier and that referred to another piece – you get the picture.
Everyone, it seems, was celebrating this momentous day
except for contemporary feminist activists.
Amitai Etzioni diaried (is that a word? Why not if “diarist” is?) about
it on The Daily Kos. Historian Peter Dreier wrote about it on The Huffington Post and Truth Out.
New York Times Op-Ed Columnist Gail Collins,
who wrote the introduction to the 50th Anniversary edition, hosted a
video round table
and gave an interview to The Atlantic. (The Atlantic, incidentally, has had no less than six articles about the book in the last few months, most by men and fairly uncharitable). Third-wave feminist Kathleen Parker wrote a
snotty “Who needs it?” column in The Washington Post.
So what’s left to say?
Not too much except that:
(1) A surprising number of the major pieces were written
by men, and many of the ones by women – especially the hostile ones
– mainly quote men;
(2) Nearly all the comments on the aforementioned video debate – which is highly entertaining and I recommend it – are by irate men who
clearly have not read the book but think they know what it says;
(3) It’s amazing how much outrage the book still provokes
– again, mostly by people who never read it, as Stephanie Coontz documented in
her book A Strange Stirring;
and
(4) People are, as always, quick to condemn prominent
feminists where they would be more forgiving of almost any other icon who was
but a product of her time.
I only saw Friedan in the flesh once. She came to speak at my college. All the feminists on campus were there. A Black woman – that’s how they identified
then -- got up and asked a question, I don’t remember exactly what it was but
basically she was taking Friedan to task for ignoring the specific oppressions
of women of color and poor women.
Friedan reacted like a skunk whose tail had been stepped on.
“Don’t make me the enemy,” she screamed.
The woman she was screaming at, a friend of
mine, ran out of the room in tears, followed by other Black women who gathered
around her. I and some of their other
white friends followed.
“That’s why we’re not in the movement,” I heard one Black
woman say to the woman who’d been the target of Friedan’s venom.
I was so humiliated.
I couldn’t believe she’d done that – this woman that we all looked up
to. It was just a terrible day all the
way around. It was doubly shocking
because obviously that wasn’t the first time Friedan had been challenged on
racism. It’s kind of like how angry Bill Clinton used to get when feminists criticized his policies or his mediocre
record on appointing women to high positions.
You always think that years of being publicly criticized would make
people grow a tougher skin – or maybe even be able to listen and hear what
people are saying.
Given that experience, it’s surprising that I feel like
defending Friedan now. Or maybe it’s
not. Maybe I’m remembering times when I
didn’t behave well in public. Or maybe
I’m thinking ahead to a time when something I did or said that seemed
groundbreaking is going to seem antiquated and even counterrevolutionary.
Either way, it’s hard not to scream when I read something
like Ashley Fetters’ “4 Big Problems with The Feminine Mystique,” in The
Atlantic. Fetters begins with “It’s
racist. And it’s classist.” (quoting the estimable bell hooks for the
specifics) but quickly moves on to quote biographer Daniel Horowitz to support
the claim that, “It’s founded on a lie.” The lie in question is Friedan’s
choice to deny her past as a union organizer and “radical leftist” (Horowtiz’s
phrase). So are we supposed to
disrespect Friedan because she was concerned about working class women, or
because she wasn’t? Or are we just
supposed to disrespect her -- because?
(Because I know how very interested you are in the minutiae of my life, let me just mention that this is the first blog post I've been able to do completely from home, having finally gotten my place wired on Saturday. It's fabulous.)