A totally idiosyncratic and subjective post.
I’m still pissed about Susan Rice stepping down. I thought she have toughed it out. Especially if John Kerry becomes Secretary of State. There’s no guarantee his Senate seat would go to a Democrat and I want politics to remain interesting.
Abrasive? Weren’t we celebrating, in fact fawning over that style in Donald Rumsfeld?
But I remembered something from awhile back. Ms. Rice was lecturing at Spelman College. She urged the young African American women not to delay marriage and childbirth for career. I felt out of my chair, I was laughing so hard. Michelle Wallace was complaining about black female datelessness DECADES AGO! And who are these Spelman supposed to date? Townies? Morehouse men? All love to LGBTQ, but there is a very large proportion of black gay men in Atlanta and that includes the Atlanta University consortium.
And then it struck me. Where were her fan girls? Even Clarence Thomas had hard core supporters. Where was her support from mainstream feminist groups? The outpouring of love from Madame Noire or Clutch? Crickets.
Kathyrn Bigelow’s Zero Dark Thirty is being attacked as torture porn. I happen to think it’s probably a fair criticism. I also believe that the criticism is probably more vituperative than it would have been for say, Michael Bay. But until women of color have the opportunity to horizontally escalate their careers – Everyone works hard, so that’s not the issue – I find it hard to empathize with her plight. Evidently I’m not alone because most of the hero worship directed her way is very abstract.
I’m a huge fan of women directors working in non traditional genres. But the rejection of the feminine in a movie like The Hurt Locker along with its very problematic racial archetypes make it much harder for me to support than say, Stop Loss.
Two accomplished women from different spheres. They at least appeared to reject the notion of cultivating female support so when the deal went down, they had no female crew to back them up. And their male support seems to be thin and less than staunch. I cannot imagine either Hilary Clinton or Neema Barnette finding themselves in similar positions.
Their current travails raise two key questions: Who’s got your back? And what have you done to ensure that they will be there in your time of need? Publicly and in private?