Fear of Youth is Fear of the Future

So, I originally wrote this post a couple of weeks ago when this whole prom thing went down. I finished the post, attempted to publish it, and my whole blog went up in smoke (ok, that’s a slight exaggeration perhaps). I’ve been having technical difficulties ever since, and am finally able to post things again. I’m leaving this post exactly as it was when I wrote it in a fit of frustrated disgust with the world. The things I had to say are still true, and unfortunately still relevant, despite the fact that some time has passed since the inciting incident related in the linked blog-post by Clare.

There’s a story out there this week about a young woman, Clare, who was kicked out of her senior prom because some of the chaperone dads feared she would inspire “impure thoughts” or something. This kicking-out was administered by a Ms. D on the grounds that Clare’s dress was too short (it abided by the stated dress code which she proved several times) and that Clare had been dancing provocatively (despite Clare’s friends vouching that she hadn’t been dancing at all yet). You should read the whole story in Clare’s own words. She’s really pretty brilliant, and breaks down the fuckery of the situation at the end pretty concisely.

But one thing that’s not mentioned really stuck out to me. It was the fear exhibited by the middle-aged of the young throughout her story. There was the fear of the fathers of young sexuality. But there was also Ms. D’s fear of a young woman advocating for herself with allies. This quote:

At this point one of the girls in my group came back and said that she’d been by my side the whole 15 minutes we’d been there and I hadn’t even danced more then 2 seconds and it was completely appropriate.)

At which point they told her that she wasn’t welcome in the conversation and when I protested and asked that she be able to stay to verify what they were saying to me they got very rude and said if she didn’t leave they would kick her out too.

It’s so clear that the adults feared the teenagers having or believing that they had any agency themselves. Who else would be denied a peer-advocate while being questioned/detained/removed by an authority figure? Only to “children” (those under 18) do we do this. We give them advocates (if they’re allowed one at all)…who are NOT among their peers. Other adults always. If a woman were being detained? There would be another woman present to ensure she had a peer there. If a person of color felt they needed an advocate from the NAACP? There would be one present before anything further occurred. But a 17 year old girl? No, we can’t let them gang up on us, or we might be proved wrong!

This fear, this is what is wrong with many societies these days. This fear of the young by those older. It translates into fear of citizens by the government, and when government’s fear (but fear insufficiently) they begin to enact “safety measures” which are only meant to keep citizens in their place. This fear? It’s fear of the future by those who are starting to look Death in the eye. Fear of the future is counterproductive, but more importantly, it’s dangerous. Fear of the future leads to regression, the repeating of history, and the oppression of anyone who tries to bring about change. Fear of the future leads to stagnation, and eventually Death, the very thing the Fear sought to avoid.

I’m starting to feel old these days, more and more often, especially when I hang about with particularly young people. But any time I read or hear about a story like this, I flash back to my own youth. I remember, clearly, all the times my desires were run over or denied or abrogated by my elders. The excuses were always along the lines of “you’re too young to know your own mind” or whatever. Every instance, I very clearly DID know what I wanted, and argued hard for it. And in every instance, after it was too late (sometimes long after), the adults in my life admitted they were wrong to deny my agency and that they had had an ulterior motive for doing so (mostly because many of the adults in my life were good people who could admit when they were wrong). Every memory stings yet, and every reminder is a goad to do better with my own child. As a parent to a (very) young child, I know that he is often not of the same mind two minutes in a row. But I am mindful that changing one’s mind does not negate the sincerity of the original desire, nor a child’s right to decision-making autonomy just as much as any adult.

I can protect and advocate for my son, but I can not make his decisions for him in his life. And I must not ever fear them, because that will be the beginning of the end.


Apparently Girls DON’T Wanna Have Fun…

First, let me state right at the outset, I have read neither Twilight nor 50 Shades of Grey, I have no plans to do so ever, and yes I do know what I’m missing. And I don’t miss it at all. But, I also feel a bit funny commenting on books  I haven’t read, so I mostly am quiet on the subject of 50 Shades. But I recently got turned on to Jennifer Armintrout’s hilarious blog, specifically her chapter-by-chapter recap/rants of 50 Shades. (If you haven’t read them, here’s a direct link to the link-page for the whole series). Jenny’s recaps are at once articulate, intelligent, and AGHJSHKHGHKLSDGARGH incoherent with rage. I had understood the books were bad, but I hadn’t realized how bad, nor how very very bad the messaging in the books is. But really, I don’t need to rehash all the terrible issues with those books, their prose, the plot, the characters, the tepid sex, and the rape-as-romance tropes: Jenny does a much better job and she’s actually read the books. Go read her blog.

But first, I want to talk about something else. Something I’ve noticed before, but it’s much more blatant in 50 Shades (especially the first one) so I actually noticed it consciously. Namely, the way we treat sexual awakening for girls in our media, particularly books. An almost universal (or so it seems) trope is that the sexual awakening of a girl/young woman happens because she meets her One True Dick (thank you Jenny) who magically shows her the Power of Orgasms, and then she falls madly in love and has sex always and only with that One Dick. Because Luuuurve. And Virgins.

With these girls and women, they never know what they want in bed because they have never even thought of sex before, never-mind masturbated or experimented sexually. So their One True Dick must teach them all the tricks, because she’s too naive/pure to know anything, and also of course, Dicks know better than vaginas.

Personally, I find this trope disturbing. Sure it’s frequently an accurate portrayal of the sexual awakening of young women in the Western World. We’re socialized to think masturbation is for boys, and only virgins get happily married, and if we don’t save IT for our One True Dick, we’ll die old and alone of some terrible, nameless disease before we’re 30. But this trope is part of that problem! Sometimes, fiction should not be accurate, but rather it should be inspirational! Instead of showing the world as it is, it should show it as it could be. The more we regurgitate these tired old Virgin/Whore, Purity of Naive Innocence, Masturbation is for Boys tropes, the more we reinforce those thought patterns in girls and young women. And that is a no-good-very-bad thing.

Sexuality is an intensely personal thing. It’s different (at least slightly) for every single person, and no other person can teach you about your body, they can only guide you towards learning about it  yourself. That learning should be a joyful experience for everyone, and it should be something that begins before we even know what sex is. We should be learning about our bodies, and how they work, not learning to fear them. We should learn how to please ourselves, so that when we have a partner, we can guide them towards a better understanding of our bodies and how to please us (and vice-versa!). We should not be waiting passively for someone else to come along and take control of our sexuality, because when that happens you get Ana and Christian, and the manipulation/assault/degradation/lack of boundaries in that “relationship.”

So please. Can’t we start writing more sexual awakenings for girls that don’t directly involve a Special Dick (or even someone else’s vagina)? Can’t we start writing stories where girls take control of their sexuality and desires and guide their own destinies? The more they see that in their fiction, the more young women will start to follow suit, leading to more empowered and sexually-self-aware women in the world. Which can only lead to good things all around, both in and out of bed, for all people.