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Handling Intra-Feminist Conflicts

I posted the following elsewhere as part of a longer post and a longer conversation a couple of days ago but thought I’d post it here, as well, because maybe it will be helpful to someone.  Conflicts amongst feminists are hard, women attacking feminists is hard, women being at odds is always hard. 

What I do when people are being jerks and assholes towards me is, I use the energy of my rage or hurt to fuel my work on behalf of women. I blog my ass off, help some woman in real life, do whatever positive thing I can find to do for a woman, take someone to lunch, help someone at work, blog three posts instead of one, comment to women’s blogs who are new to me, whatever, and I try to ignore what the jerks are saying. It’s really hard at times. There have been times when 2 or 3 bloggers or more had posts up attacking me at the same time! And all of the usual suspects and sadly, some I wouldn’t have thought of, in there participating, too. But you know, I can’t help that. I can’t do anything about that. What I can do is ignore it and blog my ass off and keep on finding new ways to serve and love women.

So now you know what’s going on with me at times when I’m blogging my ass off!  😉




13 thoughts on “Handling Intra-Feminist Conflicts

  1. Heart, may I use this thread to holler for my lost Pony? My sweet sweet love, my Medea on Crack. Where art thou my love? Come give me some sugar if you got some for me.

    Posted by chasingmoksha | April 30, 2007, 9:34 pm
  2. HAH!

    Hey, there was a pony siting around here yesterday in the “I Believe Her” thread. You could always go give her some sugar in there. 🙂


    Posted by womensspace | April 30, 2007, 9:45 pm
  3. Hmm, maybe the pony siting was in the Standing in Solidarity with thread.

    Posted by womensspace | April 30, 2007, 11:08 pm
  4. CM Pony has lots of sugar for you. Some has got chocolate around it, and some more cooked custard, and then raspberries on top, and there’s a moose stew, and a couple roasted chickens, because I’ve been baking and cooking up a storm for just what Heart said; lots of women who can’t do that anymore.

    But how about you tell us a story CM, a Greek one.

    I sent you a post for the Charge, Heart.

    xxxooo And I invite you all to my metaphorical table, anyone who wants to please bring something to share, and go around what I’ve offered.

    Posted by Pony | May 1, 2007, 2:53 am
  5. Sing to me of Pony, Muse, the woman of twists and turns
    driven time and again off course, once she held love for all
    In the hallowed heights of patriarchy.
    Many cites of people she saw and learned their minds,
    many pains she suffered, heartsick on the open tundra,
    fighting to save her life and bring her sisters home.
    But she could not save them all from disaster, hard as she strove—
    The recklessness of their own pornographic ways destroyed them all.

    I will have some cooked custard with raspberries on top, and perhaps some moose stew or maybe the roasted chicken, or just a cup of tea and chocolate. LOL!

    Actually, I can only do a proper Greek rant when I am fired up a bit. Sorry about that, I don’t perform well. I can feel Alec Baldwin trying to ignite a rant in me, all Agamemnon like, poor victim hood that he is peddling. Yet, what has been on my mind lately is the collective use it seems of the “Trojan Horse” lately as a buzzword. I scoff, I don’t know why yet, but it is in fact my gut instinct to scoff. Either I am scoffing how one copycat after another has to use a metaphor because it seemed so cool when so and so used it or something else, I will have to work through it. It is like jumping the shark, snarkiness, and all the other avant-garde buzzwords, oh, I am so cool, I am so hip, I managed to squeeze Trojan horse in my discourse.

    What I have been working on about the Trojan horse is how in fact the horse is a sacred animal of Poseidon. Poseidon at first glance seems masculine, hence demonized as no use when attempting to subvert the patriarchy. However, I am beginning to see how Poseidon was feminized by all the public relations men of the Greek times, Homer, Hesiod, and later on even Ovid. I don’t think they did it consciously, I think it was perhaps done by a touch of real subversion sent by Hecate or Demeter, or even Medea. This Trojan horse supposedly is a great example of Athena’s by proxy Odysseus cunningness. By and by Athena is Odysseus so there will be no female subversion from the likes of her. She was born from the head of Zeus and proudly sports Medusa’s head on her shield. In other words, Athena is no friend of mine. However, Poseidon may be my female-brother. He is after all, liquid, the ocean, blood, water as in the liquid that gives life in the womb, and his very own child, the Cyclops, Polyphemus, lives in a cave, a womblike cave. And interestingly throughout all of Odysseus’ wandering, he waits and relies on hospitality. There is even boasting about hospitality and how if something is not offered then it is perfectly okay to take it. Yet when Odysseus and his men enter the cave, the womb, Polymphemus is not home, and instead of the default hospitality code of waiting for the host to arrive and offer, they steal, they take, they drink the Cyclops’s stored milk, they eat the cheese, they invade the cave, the womb. The only explanation the menz give is because the Cyclops are not like them, Cylops do not leave their island to sack and plunder as the Greeks, they do not travel across the seas as the Greeks, in other words they mind their own business therefore The Greeks act as if the Cyclops do not deserve mutual respect or at the very least to be left alone. So because they mind their own business, thus, the opposite of the warrior heroes, they are charged with being responsible for their abuse, because if they do not want to be abused by Odysseus and his gang, then they should get with the program and take on Greek values. Then Odysseus has the nerve to brag about poking Polyphemus’s eye out, never accepting a drop of responsibility for provoking the attack in the first place.

    Posted by chasingmoksha | May 1, 2007, 6:05 am
  6. As I think more on it, the men had to hide in the belly of the Trojan Horse, in order to come to life, to attack inside the walls of Troy. It is like Zeus appropriating birth when he swallows Metis. The gesture of birth is appropriated by using the sacred horse, in order to steal, rape, plunder, enslave poor Cassandra, etc etc. Could the Greeks have defeated Troy without hiding in the womb, stealing the space of the womb? I haven’t read the story in a long time, now I must revisit it.

    Posted by chasingmoksha | May 1, 2007, 6:20 am
  7. ChasingMoksha you are a born story teller. Phooey on Homer. Do you have storyteller guilds where you live? You have to hook up with them.

    I’ll have to make more food. To hear a story many people will come.

    “Then Odysseus has the nerve to brag about poking Polyphemus’s eye out, never accepting a drop of responsibility for provoking the attack in the first place.” Chasingmoksha

    Posted by Pony | May 1, 2007, 1:26 pm
  8. Hi Heart

    Thought you might find this article in todays Guardian ‘intersting’,,2069198,00.html

    Posted by Corneilius | May 1, 2007, 3:09 pm
  9. Heart, I don’t like the conflicts but I love it when you post your ass off because I learn so much about this world, stories that prove women are nowhere near equal to men in this world and strengthen my resolve to always ask, “BUT WHAT ABOUT THE WOMEN?” 😉

    Posted by CoolAunt | May 1, 2007, 4:54 pm
  10. This has nothing to do with intra-feminist conflicts, but:,,2069198,00.html

    Hmm… interesting. I saw Grindhouse. I hated the majority of it. The most refreshing thing about Death Proof was the conclusion of the story, where one of the groups of women targeted by the killer in the film chase him down, pull him out of his car, and beat him pretty much to death. I’m not surprised the movie tanked at the box office. The whole thing was pretty much a self-gratifying dream sequence between the collaborating directors, continuously giggling at the fact that they were able to make a movie like the limited exploitative ones they grew up watching.

    Eli Roth strikes me as a complete psycho. I can’t stand the fact that he’s being given so much attention merely for being a shameless idiot who pushes ultra-violent masturbatory torture porn. His quote in the article, whether serious or not, about the cheerleader pretty much says it all. He gets off on it.

    Posted by gingermiss | May 2, 2007, 5:49 am
  11. There must not be any internecine battles going on, judging by the dragging ass around here!

    Just kidding. Simply trying to incite. Or perhaps get attention.

    Posted by chasingmoksha | May 4, 2007, 7:24 pm
  12. Oh, when the intra-feminist conflicts come, we won’t all be sitting around here feeling all mellow-like.

    It’s a welcome breather. Not to mention, I do my best now to avoid the situations instead of creating them, the way I used to.

    Made some bread yesterday. Having shortbread dreams today … there’s a pound of butter softening in the bowl.

    Off to snooze by the fireside & remember the feminist potlucks of yesteryear …


    Posted by Mary Sunshine | May 4, 2007, 8:28 pm
  13. I made an apple cake yesterday. We had about ten apples no one was eating. Because someone, I won’t name names, but someone who insist on being the grocery shopper will not buy just a few pieces of fruits and vegetables every few days but instead attempt to buy it all twice a month, hence, fruits go bad before anyone can get to them. Anyway, I normally use butter when the receipe calls for cooking oil, but since I have never made the apple cake before I followed to the letter. I think the cake is too dry. Next time I will use the butter like my gut told me to. Plus the person I am not willing to name, just had to add this glaze to it, now it is too sweet. It already had one cup of granulated sugar and one cup of packed brown sugar, why on earth would it need a glaze?

    Posted by chasingmoksha | May 4, 2007, 8:59 pm

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