Multiple Personalities - #19

Format: Three-month project (not intentional... that's just what it ended up being)
Goal: Relate to my desires through different personas
Goal met? Yup, and interesting it was.

So here's what happened...
I started this project a few months ago while a bunch of crazy stuff was going on (see Experiment #18 for some clues). I was feeling overwhelmed with about a million conflicting desires and fears and had no idea how to deal with it all.

Then I remembered, "Ah! Of course! Dissociative Identity Disorder!"

Yeah, it really did go down like that.

I got to thinking about people with Dissociative Identity Disorder (also known as Multiple Personality Disorder and often confused with shizophrenia). People with DID usually have some kind of traumatic event in their past and/or a current inability to deal with emotional and psychological stresses. As a coping mechanism, they subconsciously create different personalities to handle different situations in their lives.

It's more complicated than that, but that's the general idea, and that was all I needed to take a running leap into this project.

I realized that I had four very different women in me who were all banging up against one another and arguing, and maybe they just needed a chance to talk out in the open.

Really quick, an intro to the personalities. I didn't name them (I'm not actually crazy about a couple of the names) -- they came fully formed into my consciousness, complete with fashion senses, interests, voices, fears, desires, and annoying habits.

(Please pardon the skewompus photos. I can't figure out how to get 'em to just line up.)

April
April is the manic pixie dream girl. She's artsy, bubbly, affectionate, weird, quirky, childlike, and self-absorbed, but not in a mean way. She wears fingerless gloves with electric blue nail polish, has pink hair done up in two messy buns like Minnie Mouse ears, and grins a lot.

 


Katara
Katara is a boss. She is crisp, precise, on top of things, razor sharp, and highly accomplished. She can also be -- pardon my French -- something of a bitch. She has a sharp intellect, can debate anyone into the ground, and is always the first for accolades and promotions because no one else comes close to matching up. She is the overachiever.

 


Gwynna
Gwynna is the archetypal earth mother. She's wise, kind, loving, gentle, and patient. She operates from a place of calm compassion. She's the spiritual one, the peaceful one, and the one who gives really great hugs. I see her the least, but I think I like her the most.

Heather
Heather... Heather and I have sort of a love-hate relationship. She's the homemaker, the one who wears sensible and modest button-up blouses, gets all her kids to church on time, goes to quilt shows, and scrapbooks a lot. She represents a lot of stuff I hate but feel pressured to become... and also has a lot of skills and talents I envy.

After I realized I had these various woman bouncing around inside, I started thinking differently: compartmentalizing emotions, desires, and fears into the different categories, and letting each of them take the lead when a situation called for it. It quickly became much like the yin-yang voices I talked about in Experiment #14.

I didn't do much outside of getting myself in a mental state. I didn't dress differently or take on a lot of different mannerisms -- I just said, "Heather's in charge right now. Be Heather" and let that side of myself take over.

No one else would have noticed anything had changed, I think. I retained my own turns of phrase, interests, and bookish tendencies. But in the middle of things, when one of the women took over, I got into the mental and emotional place she resides in. April doesn't take anything seriously, Katara takes everything seriously, Gwynna has transcended all that, and Heather does exactly what she "should" and doesn't pay much attention to her own feelings. Sometimes, I need all of those attitudes, and somehow it was a lot easier to reach for the right persona than the right attitude.

A few months later, I didn't feel like I needed them all anymore. I began, for the first time in a long time, to feel like my integrated self. I'd ask myself who I felt like, and the answer was just "me." I'm not sure if that's because the alternates had done their work, because my life had mellowed to a place that wasn't full of so many conflicts, or because I'd started dating my husband, who is fabulous at loving and accepting me in all my moods. Whatever the reason, the girls just... disappeared after a while. They were awesome crutches while they were around, but I don't need them anymore and am happy being me.

"I contain multitudes," said poet Walt Whitman.
You may too. Photo by amelungc via Flickr.

However... this is still a useful exercise. I still get quiet and try to picture the woman I feel like now and again, because it gives me fantastic insights into what I want and who I am.

Try this: 
This experiment was actually a lot like personifying different desires and emotions, which is a practice used by various magickal traditions. (Don't let the word "magickal" scare you off, if you can help it. "Magick," I find, is really just code for "turbo-charged meditation-heavy personal development and life design." Same practices, except with magick usually it shows up wearing a purple cloak and using a slightly different vocabulary.) A great exercise on personifying your bad habits on the "Power" podcast given by Ariel of the Druidic Craft of the Wise. You can find it here or on iTunes.

You can also try this meditation. It can be used to create physical concepts of emotions, bad habits, or desires. Don't stick to my version too closely: As with all meditations, you'll do better if you follow your own instincts and feelings. Note: I refer to the thing you'll explore as "emotions" for simplicity's sake. You may choose to associate it with a different word.

1. Sit somewhere you won't be disturbed. Breathe in and out in a slow, regular rhythm from deep in your belly. Let yourself be aware of the ground beneath you and how firm and solid it is. You may find it helpful to count your breaths. When thoughts show up, gently bring your attention back to your breath. Breathe this way till you feel calm, tranquil, and grounded.

2. When you've reached a peaceful place, turn your attention to the aspect of yourself you wish to explore. This could be an emotion, a desire, or an inner conflict. For example, you may be exploring "my desire to become a circus acrobat" or "the emotional distance between me and my sister." Don't think too much about it -- just let yourself become aware of the feeling.

3. Find the place in your body that this feeling is strongest. It may manifest as a tightness in your stomach, tension in your forehead, the impression of yellow light in the palm of your hand... the possibilities are just about endless. Once you've found that spot, focus on it and explore it.

4. Push the emotion out of your body. If it's a tightness in your stomach, imagine the feeling being pushed out of your abdomen, or traveling through your esophagus and coming out your mouth. A yellow light in the palm of your hand could be pushed out until it's floating in front of you. Move the emotion until it's sitting outside of you and facing you.

Another option is to imagine your emotion as a mirror image
of yourself, which is then allowed to shift and take shape
in the water. Photo by jkirthart35 via Flickr.

5. Allow the emotion to take shape. How big is it? What color is it? Is it human? Something else? Is it light or dark? What mood is it in? Once you have a good idea of this emotion's nature, ask it a question. Listen to its answer. Notice the way it answers, the sound of its voice (if it answers you out loud), and so forth. The questions you can ask are limitless. Some ideas include "What is your name?", "Why are you here?", "What have you been trying to tell me that I haven't been listening to?", etc. You can also give it instructions, so long as they're delivered in a respectful way. Examples include, "I understand that you're trying to protect me from that horrible girl in high school, but that situation is no longer in my life. Could you turn your attention to helping me set boundaries with my coworker?", "Please be on the lookout for people I can network with in the circus industry," and "I'd like you to help me be calm and friendly when I'm on the phone with my sister."

6. Make sure you and the emotion are on good, or at least respectful, terms before you end this meditation. Once you've had a conversation and gotten to know this emotion, imagine it morphing into a mirror image of you. Rotate this image and let it slide back into you (a bit how ghosts tend to go back into their bodies in movies). Let it settle in and let your physical body absorb it.

7. You may now choose to explore a different emotion if you like. When you're ready to come out of your meditation, make sure your emotion has been absorbed into your body, then return your attention to your breathing. Feel how solid the ground is underneath you. Gradually let your awareness come back to the present by counting back from 10, slowly looking around, or whatever method works best for you. Stretch and allow the experience to settle before returning to your day.

Coming Soon...
Ummmmmmmm... something... pretty cool... and probably an update on the Mabon party I'm going to tonight. Yay! My spiritual life's been a little blah lately and this may be just what the doctor (or  humanist minister friend, as the case may be -- he's throwing the party) ordered. But I shall see... and so shall you... ;)

Follow Your Gut - #18

Format: Long-term project, though not intentional till a few months in.
Goal: Make decisions using my instincts, not my thoughts or more superficial emotions.
Goal met? More or less. And even less, in this case, is way more useful than any other kind of decision-making.

So here's what happened...
This project came about kind of on accident.

Long story short (we both know that's a lie; it's not going to be short): I was dating this really marvelous guy. He wanted to marry me. I kind of wanted to marry him -- my head said it was a great decision and my emotions agreed. My gut, however, kept going "No," in that obey-or-die voice your mom used on you when you were three.

The whole head-heart-gut disagreement is obnoxious and exhausting, particularly when a boy is involved. One night in the middle of everything, when I was overthinking and overfeeling and up way too late with anxiety, I remembered how nice and peaceful my acting classes had felt during our mindful breathing /body awareness warmups.

Photo by crdotx via Flickr.

 "Hey," I thought. "I'm probably freaking out because I haven't recharged in a while."

So I breathed. The goal with conscious breathing is to focus only on your breathing. It's a game -- you count how many breaths you can take before your attention wanders. It took a while, but finally I settled into that calm space where it feels like everything on the inside of me is melting away into everything outside of me and it's all one big sameness. And with that sameness, my muscles relaxed like they hadn't in a month or so and I got a very distinct voice giving me some advice.

"Be still," it said. Just that. "Be still." No "And know that I am God" or anything... Just the advice to be still, with the understanding that things would work themselves out and that it would all be okay. I texted my boyfriend an excited "Omg I totally just had an epiphany!" and he was like, "Um... okay... cool?" because it's very hard to explain these things to people who haven't had them with you.

And then life sped up again and stuff happened and it was all very dramatic, but I managed to hold onto the still sameness feeling in the moments when it was really critical. And that still feeling always, always tells me to follow my gut. Heck, I think maybe that feeling is my gut.

Over the next couple weeks, my head/heart/gut had a lot of pretty important conversations. Like this one:

Head: You could probably marry this boy for X, Y, and Z reasons. However, you should wait a while and see what happens, and in the meantime work on your job prospects. (Sometimes my head really doesn't get that there's an emotional crisis going on.)
Heart: We really love him and he's being nice and you're going to hurt him!
Gut: Nope. This isn't right. Let him go. It'll be okay.

I followed my gut, let the boy go with all my best wishes, and faced an uncertain and intimidating future with a long-absent calm that told me it had been a good decision.

A few weeks later I found myself hanging out with a friend. We'd had this weird friendship for years that was mostly peppered by a lot of "But does s/he like me like me?" awkwardness.

Head: You are going to be sensible and not kiss this man. You're going to stay single and pursue your professional goals. We decided not to marry the last boy. We should probably not be going there with this one. Besides, we do not do rebound relationships.
Heart: I'm scared. Boys are scary. Relationships are scary. We're bad at relationships. It is way too soon to be kissing anyone!
Gut: Kiss that boy. You love him.

I got quiet and followed my gut. Good decision. ;) A while later:

Head: Are you crazy? You are going to have an established career and probably a mortgage before you get married. The decision-making areas of your brain aren't fully formed until age 25, and studies have shown that women who delay marriage until that age have more stable blah blah blah...
Heart: I love him! I'm in love with him! Marriage is super scary! Aah! Identity crisis! But I love him! But it's scary! But he's so wonderful! What am I doing? Aah! Love! Fear! Infatuation! Insecurity! Feeeeelings!
Gut: Marry him.

Photo by Emily-White via Flickr.

I knew by this time where the good decisions were, and how useless it is to follow anything but my gut. Ever since that first moment where I got the message to be still and got quiet enough to realize what was going on inside me, I've been making most of my decisions like this. I took a lower-paying but more consistent job because it felt better in my gut. We got an apartment with a friend instead of getting one by ourselves. That's still in the beginning stages, but so far, good decision. I got a strong gut message to keep working on my homeschooling website, and some clarity about where it needs to go from here. So far, these have all been good decisions, and paid off in ways I didn't expect.

If I don't follow my gut, everything else falls out of whack. If I do, one beautiful thing falls into place after another, and one day I wake up married to quite literally the man of my dreams and on my way to the kind of future I'm actually daring to admit I want.

Try this: 
Listening to your gut, much of the time, involves literal physical feelings. Your gut really can "tie itself in knots," your heart can "burst out of your chest," something can "give you a headache," and you really can be "sick to your stomach."

In Martha Beck's fabulous book, Finding Your Own North Star, she has detailed exercises in Chapters 2 and 3 that are designed to help you realize when your instinct and body are telling you "Yes" or "No." They're great exercises and I do them whenever I need a refresher. (You can find Finding Your Own North Star at any library or purchase it through Amazon or by clicking the linked title in this post. It's worth owning.)

Here's an abridgment of the exercise, which works pretty well in a pinch. (Note: It's important to do the "no" exercise first, so the "yes" can bring you out of it and into a better mood. Doing "no" last can throw off your whole day.)

1. Scan your body. 
See how you're feeling today, what your emotions are like, and where any tension is. Breathe in and out a few times, focusing on the breath, and try to relax. Once you've done that, scan again and see how you're feeling. You don't have to change anything dramatic -- just take note of where you're at, physically and emotionally.

2. Find your "no" feeling

Photo by BLW Photography via Flickr.

Think of the worst, most stressful situation ever. This can be a real situation in your life or one you've never experienced but that makes you very, very worried. Now make it worse. Layer on something terrible. I'm not talking tragedies here, just a series of stressful things and people. Imagine yourself with a few people who make you nervous and uncomfortable (that super-perfect friend you can't get away from?), somewhere you hate (a boring job that makes you feel like your life is dribbling away into a meaningless void?), doing something that exhausts you (making small talk?), and you've just made a really stupid mistake (just said something snarky about your boss... and s/he was standing right behind you?). Imagine everything about the situation just feels wrong and you're stuck in it. Really imagine it. Go out of your way to feel like you're actually there. The goal is to be somewhere you do not want to be.

For me, this situation looks like this:

I'm at a baby shower (I feel awkward at these things, regardless of how excited I am for the new mom) with a really bubbly, talented, and needy acquaintance, a woman I used to babysit for, and a woman I used to work with. I just wasted two hours and a ton of gas trying to find this party, had an argument with my mom, and have to stay at this thing for two whole hours before I have to leave to a job I hate and that doesn't pay me enough. Everyone is looking at me and I don't know what they're expecting.

Once you find that feeling, figure out what's changed in your body. For me, this means my sternum feels like it's receded back into my chest till it's practically touching my spine. My stomach clenches up in knots and my solar plexus chakra turns into a hard, vibrating lump of goo. I slouch and try to withdraw into myself, and a bunch of tension shows up in my neck and shoulders.

For you, this may mean a jittery stomach, tension between your eyes, or a sudden headache. Whatever it is, notice this feeling. Really figure out how it's playing out and memorize it so you can recognize it later.

3. Let it go.
Relax as much as you can. Take some deep breaths, get up and dance around, and let as much of the "no" feeling as you can disappear. If it doesn't go away completely, that's okay -- the next step will clear it out.

4. Find your "yes" feeling.
This is exactly like finding your "no," but in reverse. Imagine yourself with people who make you feel like your best self (your sister and that really optimistic acquaintance you don't really know but who always makes you feel better about life?), in a place where you feel relaxed and happy (your backyard on the Fourth of July?), doing something that always gives you a ton of energy (talking enthusiastically about Pokemon? Don't laugh; this works for my little brother!). Imagine that the weather is perfect, that everyone is in a fabulous mood, that you have no deadlines or pressure, and that you can hang out here for as long as you want, no worries. This is somewhere that makes you feel like your best self.

For me, this means:

I'm sitting in a garden with my best friend, my husband, and a small handful of friends from the local theater who I always have amazing conversations with. The weather is gorgeous and calm, I've been taking down notes for a novel while we've been talking, and my husband is gently playing with my hair. I've had a productive day and can now sit down and give all my energy to the deep conversations and beautiful evening that surround me. Everyone is relaxed and in a good mood.

Photo by mikebaird via Flickr.

Now notice what's happened to your body. When I'm in this happy place, all my muscles get soft and flexible and a bubble expands behind my sternum till it's pressing on the inside of my ribcage. I can feel a smile starting and my neck is loose and relaxed. All my limbs feel longer.

For you, this may mean your hands start to feel loose and expressive, or you get a huge grin, or your heart feels big. Whatever it is, take a minute to fully enjoy and experience the sensation. Notice everything about it and get its whole texture.

5. Remember those physical sensations.
Make sure both you remember both your "no" and "yes" feelings. Give them names (I just use "shrink" and "expand" to explain what happens to my sternum) and lodge them in your memory.

From here on out, start to notice when they show up. Does your "yes" feeling appear whenever you get talking to a coworker? Does your "no" feeling start to show up during family vacations? Take note of these physical feelings -- they're your subconscious conveying to you what you really feel and want.

It sounds simple, but the fastest path I've noticed to good decisions and a happy life is following those two signals. I pursue things that make me feel "yes" and move away from things that make me feel "no." I've been living by this consciously for about six months now, and it hasn't steered me wrong.

Coming Soon...
Possibly a series of experiments on women and religion... possibly more fun 'n' games with manifestation... We'll see.

2012 and All That

Hi, ya'll. We haven't spoken in a while. But I haven't been sitting on my thumbs! Since I last posted:

• I graduated from college.
• I got dumped.
• I got proposed to (yeah, after the dumping) and said no.
• I tumbled into the comforting arms of this sweet man I've secretly been in love with since I was 17.
• I moved to Nevada for a bit to stay with my grandma.
• That man I'm in love with proposed. I said yes. About seventy times.
• I moved back to Idaho and got a job.
• I went skinny dipping with two of my best friends in the whole world. Bucket list item accomplished! (Yes, I consider this important enough to go on the Life-Altering Stuff That Happened This Year list.)
• I got married.
• We moved into a legit grownup apartment together and are still unpacking.

So it's been kind of busy. But I haven't forgotten about this blog completely and am hoping to start up with the experiments again soon. And I'm going to try to not be obnoxious and make them all about my marriage, though let's face it, marriage is about as big a lifestyle experiment as you can embark on.

Stuff I've been working on lately: Law of Attraction, money management/energy, creating personal rituals and spiritual practices, living according to guiding values and priorities, making decisions based 90% or more on gut feelings, and actively managing my emotions. It's all promising. Stay tuned!

Oh, Yentl - #17

So... I was looking at all my old posts and realized that I'd never published this, even though I finished it in June.


Oops.


So here's the original experiment. It may or may not be worth mentioning that I started dating this really great guy the next month. I've mostly given up on the girliness thing since, mostly because I'm on the cusp of one of those self-reinvention periods and jeans and T-shirts are the only thing that feel good right now... but at least I know I can do it if I need to, you know?

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Screen shot of Yentl.

There's this theme in Yentl (which is totally worth a watch, if only because Mandy Patinkin is awesome) that I find myself playing out time and time again: I look at all these gorgeous, sexy, intelligent, soft, nurturing women and go, "Well, who wouldn't want a wife? I do. Women are amazing." Then I realize, "Oh yeah. I've got what they've got. Doh."

Main difference: I'm don't capitalize on my assets.

I mean, I've got a lot going for me, biologically speaking:

1. Long, gorgeous hair. I keep it up in a bun or ponytail most of the time.
2. A body that can pull off almost anything. I wear outdated shirts and jeans I've had since I was 16.
3. Amazing legs. The skin's kind of funny but I still like to sit and admire them sometimes.
4. Gracefulness, or so I infer from all the "you look like a ballerina" comments. I slouch under heavy bookbags and lumpy sweaters.
5. A facade of innocence, which combined with the sexiness, could be powerhouse.
6. Intelligence. This is the one thing I don't ignore/downplay.
7. A certain womanly disposition toward nurturing and being domestic. I'm usually too tired to do this, and don't have anyone on which to conveniently lavish my affections.

Another main liability when it comes to being one of those girls who looks like they've got it all figured out: I get really anxious around people. I'm... not shy, exactly. I just don't like it when people pay attention to me, because I'm never sure what they're thinking and I'm... insecure? Something like that. (Only when I'm around people. On my own and among confirmed friends my confidence levels are securely at above-rooftop levels.)

So this project is an attempt to capture the girliness and... well, shallowness, for lack of a better word... of all those gorgeous girls I see walking around. I probably won't go all the way with that (saving that for another, bigger experiment for when I'm not taking 21 credits), but it'll be a toe in the water.

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Format: One-week experiment

Goal: Do one thing every day to embrace girly side.

Goal met? Yup-yup.

So here's what happened:

June 7: Wore hair down. Took a long lazy bath at one in the morning (when I can stay in as long as I want 'cause roommates are asleep) with bubbles and goat milk soap and stuff. My legs are smooth and I feel very luxurious.

June 8: Nail polish! I'd actually been wearing it since this experiment, and stopped for a few days because I was just too busy. As soon as I stopped, my nails started cracking and I started picking at them and biting them again. Bad habit. Colorful nails tend to remind/motivate me to not pick or nibble, and also remind me to moisturize before bed... So I'm hoping that by next week I'll see some minor difference in my hands. I should mention that the polish looks like crap because I was in a hurry. But hey, effort: made.

No, these aren't my nails. They are pretty cool, though.
Photo by dreamglowpumpkincat210.

June 9: Hair down. I never wear my hair down--largely because some people tend to become absolutely fixated on my hair, which is awkward--but the thing is, when it's down I feel like someone awesome from a Juliet Marillier novel. My hair feels like a cape when it's loose and flowing all over my shoulders, and while it's not exactly fashionable and sometimes is way too much... it's also pretty awesome.

June 10: I put on makeup. By "makeup" I should explain that this means "eyeliner, mascara, lip gloss, and a tiny bit of brown eye shadow." This is a very big deal. The inclusion of the eye shadow alone is sort of remarkable. I don't really do makeup... But I look amazing with it on. I can't say that it really affects the way I feel--once it's on I forget about it until I rub my eyes and smear it all over--but every time I looked in the mirror I did an appreciative double-take.

June 11: Today, I frolicked. I didn't do anything remotely "feminine" as such... but I spent the day in the most gorgeous place on earth, which includes my favorite meadow (I have a favorite meadow). That was enough to make me feel all kinds of jubalicious. So... setting is important. So is wearing flowers in your hair and lying around in long grasses for hours and hours. :)

June 12: Hair down again. And walked around barefoot. I forget how important being barefoot is to my overall feeling of womanliness. Heels make me feel distinctly feminine and powerful, but bare feet make me feel magical.

June 13: My nails are black. I bought black polish because it was the color most likely to match stuff out of my options, but I wasn't sure if I'd like wearing it or if I'd just feel like some high school emo-goth. Turns out that I love it... It looks like my fingers are covered in shiny ink! Oh, and yes, my hands are looking much better in terms of moisture/general maintenance. I'm wearing earrings today too, and rings. Starting to get a little extreme here...

June 14: Today, I wore jeans and a badly-fitting university T-shirt. And I felt like a sexy, sexy woman. Go figure.

Conclusions:

I'm more chill with walking like a woman. I'm starting to stand straight when I walk and relax into a slouch when I'm sitting, which is the exact opposite of how things normally go.

Now Audrey did womanly right. Also: cat!
Photo by pwbaker.

I feel so self-absorbed with this experiment, like all the above updates are all, "Look, I'm so hot. Look at me, aren't I pretty? Look how pretty I am?" Gag. But my yang and yin sides have started to point at each other and yammer in my head, and they're kind of enthusiastic about this mutual appreciation society. So yeah. I'm gorgeous. (So are you, dear reader.)

So... I'm gonna call this one a success.

Try this:
If you're like me and are naturally awful at being womanly, imitation is your best friend. Pick one of those girly girls, pinpoint one thing they're doing right, and try it on. (Just one, ya'll. More than that and you'll start to feel insecure and not like yourself. Ease into this one.)

If you aren't like me and are naturally girly and cute... Well, more power to you. Carry on. :)

Coming Soon: Ground and Center. Probably.

Why Porn Makes Me Feel Ugly

This is another off-topic post, but I had an insight onto the subject of pornography and women's body image that I thought was worth sharing.

A friend posted a link on Facebook to this NYmag.com article on computer-generated lingerie models (NSFW, obviously), and an inevitable long discussion ensued. It ended up focusing on the question of why women have such bad body image.

A guy on the thread suggested that porn is to blame. People obviously disagreed and the conversation is still probably meandering through the happy realms of hyperbole and over-insistence it was in when I left. In the middle of it, though, I stumbled on a fascinating insight.

Photo by striatic

I've dated several guys with porn issues and several guys without porn issues ("issues" here described as "excessive use," "use that makes them feel guilty," and/or "use to the exclusion of real-life sexual encounters"). Over the past few years, I've discovered that I can always tell when a guy I'm dating or friends with watches a fair bit of pornography, because after I'm around him for a while, I start to feel anywhere between objectified and flat-up ugly and undesirable. (This isn't the only tip-off, but it's a major one.)

Usually, I can't pinpoint exactly why at first. Inevitably, however, it boils down to the guy in question treating me like an object or a pet. Examples: We'll be kissing and he'll say something like, "Yeah, do you like that?" in a weird, overconfident voice you'd normally reserve for a cat; or he'll start to make offhand remarks about my body; or he'll string me along through literally dozens of vaguely sexual text messages in a way strongly reminiscent of e-maintaining. Guys who don't watch a fair bit of porn just don't do stuff like that.

The point is: Guys who have porn issues treat me like an object or pet, not like a woman.

Any time I'm viewed as an object, my sense of worth as a human being goes down. When my self-worth goes down, I try to regain it, and I crave approval from the guy who made me feel like crap in the first place. (The thinking is something like, "Well, if he can like me, then anyone can like me." Yeah, it's dumb, but I do it.) And to get his approval back, I usually try to become more desirable, which means more sexy, more pretty, more seductive, more like the girls in the porn that turns him on. (And that is often the only thing that turns him on, as this great Psychology Today article discusses.)

Photo by Abugayle Smythe Photography.
(Guys, Abby is the bomb. Seriously.)
Forgive the glamour shot, but I'd like
to make the point that porn should not have
the power to make me feel ugly.
But... well, it does.

Porn has been around since the dawn of human history, but girlie mags, pinups, erotic art, etc. etc. don't have the same impact that Internet pornography does. Internet porn allows guys to search for exactly what turns them on. It allows them to fast-forward to the sexiest bits. It allows them to see hundreds of examples of women who are exactly what their fantasies are made of.

I can't compete with that.

This isn't just a relationships thing. I've had this experience of feeling ugly and inadequate when I'm dealing with friends who have porn problems. It's just compounded when I'm in a relationship, and I can only imagine its impact in the context of a marriage.

Despite our culture's insistence that "porn is bad" and my church's overwhelming insistence that "porn is bad bad bad evil evil will eat your children BAD PORN," I've always had an open mind on the subject. I imagine porn has its time and its place... but it has a tendency to encourage the idea of women as eager, one-dimensional sexual objects instead of complex sexual humans with feelings and needs. I happen to be the latter, and being grouped in with the former tends to leave me pretty cold.

I'm not sure where I'm going with this, except to say that Internet pornography's impact is broader than we think and affects women in more ways than we want to admit. I'm interested to see what you all have to say about this... Please leave your comments--I'd love to get a discussion going!

Personal Development Recommended Reading

Found two articles this week that gave me that "zing!" that lets me know I've hit on something truthful. Both beautiful and important... Check them out.

Top Five Regrets of the Dying (Link goes to the cached version; main site seems to be down.)
Lovely, meaningful article that echoes and condenses a lot of the best advice I've ever heard. Lining up quite well with my re-read of Finding Your Own North Star by Martha Beck, which is one of my favorite personal development books. Both worth checking out.


I'm Christian, Unless You're Gay
And this is just flat-up important. And made me cry. And by Dan Pearce, whose blog is awesome. “Oh, but you’re not gay? You’re clean, and well dressed, and you have a job? You look the way I think you should look? You act the way I think you should act? You believe the things I think you should believe? Then I’m definitely a Christian. To you, today, I’m a Christian. You’ve earned it.” I hear that implied statement way too much, and this article does a beautiful job of addressing the problem.

Women's Issues, lol :)

Warning: This post is pretty off-topic for this blog. I was writing a short synthesis for a class (we do these weekly) and discovered, in the middle of writing, that I actually had something to say. I thought it might be of interest to some of my readers, so it's included below

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While going through the assigned readings for this week, I discovered a small, interesting, and disturbing trend of self-censorship and apology from and in relation to women writers. Donald M. Murray notes in “Teaching the Other Self: The Writer’s First Reader” about “what should be left out [of a piece of writing] as well as what should be put in." Murray was not speaking about women writers, but it made me think of trends from the pieces by Juana de la Cruz and Elizabeth A. Flynn, as well as in recent articles I’ve read in the past week, most notably a Huffington Post article titled “A Message to Women From a Man: You Are Not ‘Crazy’” by Yashir Ali.

Flynn’s article, “Composing as a Woman,” opens with a quote from Adrienne Rich’s “Taking Women Students Seriously.” The very title of her piece suggests that women writers are not, by default, taken seriously, and the quote validates this when it advocates “listening and watching … for silences, the absences, the nameless, the unspoken, the encoded—for there we will find the true knowledge of women." Later, Flynn points out that, though women writers have contributed to the global body of literature from its inception, the academic world has failed to adequately research and analyze the voice and impact of women writers. “Women’s perspectives have been suppressed, silenced, marginalized, written out of what counts as authoritative knowledge,” Flynn says, and adds, “Men become the standard against which women are judged."

Both Rich and Flynn discuss silence as a major theme of women’s rhetoric (particularly Flynn on page 427 of her paper). It appears again in de la Cruz’s “The Poet’s Answer to the Most Illustrious Sister Filotea de la Cruz,” when she explains her discomfort with her written reply, saying, “if I knew all that I ought, I would not so much as write these words. Yet I protest that I do so only to obey you; and with such misgiving that you owe me … for taking up my pen with all this fear." Though hundreds of years have passed between de la Cruz and Flynn’s work, the thread of women feeling the need to censor and silence themselves appears as strong as ever, both in life and in writing.

Though there may be some interaction between the two, evidence appears strong that this authorial silencing is a product of cultural conditioning, not a cause of it. “No wonder some women are unconsciously passive aggressive when expressing anger, sadness, or frustration,” says Ali in his Huffington Post article. “For years, they have been subjected to so much gaslighting [casual invalidating of authentic emotional experiences] that they can no longer express themselves in a way that feels authentic to them."

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This perspective and belief that women as a collective are still falling short of their potential as writers and rhetoricians strikes many men as absurd and over-reactive. When I bring up women’s issues, my boyfriend—normally an open-minded, thoughtful man—becomes exasperated and doesn’t understand what I’m upset about. Many male bloggers, comedians, and other rhetoricians express confusion at feminist anger and demands to be taken seriously. However, as a woman, I understand what the fuss is about. I’ve been subject to odd double standards when it comes to expectations of intellect and behavior. I’ve made opinionated comments in classes and been met with laugher, raised eyebrows, and sidelong remarks about my femininity or ability to be in a relationship (“Remind me never to date you,” comes to mind), and had, moments later, a man in the same class make an even more assertive comment to be met only with thoughtful agreement or disagreement. I’ve had men make comments to me about women’s rights and chivalry as if the two can’t simultaneously exist in the same world. And because of that, I, too, have automatically learned to censor myself.

I fight the desire to be silent, mentioned by de la Cruz, every time I take up my pen against a controversial issue or disturbing trend. Constantly, as I write about emotionally charged political or social issues, whether for a class or on Facebook, I find myself erasing the most honest sentences and replacing them with watered-down versions laden with smiley faces and LOLs. I don’t do this because I truly feel my opinions are too strong or blunt, but because I know that unless I tone things down, I’m going to be perceived as an aggressive, arrogant, man-hating feminazi (though none of those labels are the truth). Unless I water myself down or present my views in ways that are safe, soft, and feminine, I get lumped into the category of Angry Feminists and any male or co-ed audience I might have had stops listening.

Much like members of the Occupy Wall Street movement, I’ve so far managed to raise an issue without coming up with any solutions. But what can be done? Women have tried to push equality before. Politically, we’ve made progress: women can hold almost any job, frequently out-perform men in universities, and are a world away from 1940 in terms of legally protected equal rights. But when it comes to our opinions, we are still told to be silent and well behaved. We are still not allowed to make controversial statements without being lumped into the Angry Feminist box. We are still treated as if we’re sexually unappealing or unfit to be mothers if we don’t tone down our views to make them soft and palatable.

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“Women’s experience is not entirely a distorted version of male reality, it is not entirely elusive, and it is worthy of recuperation,” Flynn says at the conclusion of her paper. “We must encourage them to become self-consciously aware of what their experience in the world has been and how this experience is related to the politics of gender." In short, we must find a way to validate and encourage the exploration and expression of female experience, regardless of whether it fits our predefined notions of what it means to be a woman. A society where women are allowed to freely and fully share their opinions and experience without having their femininity or intellectual validity challenged is one I’d like to live in, but I’ll be the first to confess that, despite my hopeful ideals, I’m still not sure how to get there.