Showing posts with label feminism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feminism. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Bus Stop Reactions and a Book Review of "The End of Men" by Hanna Rosin


At first glance, The End of Men sort of seemed like a woman who is trying too hard to sell herself. The book's cover is yellow and black (much like a caution sign) with bright pink lettering. It demands your attention, insistent that this book has something to say, and WANTS YOU TO LISTEN, RIGHT NOW.

When I received this book in the mail, I was concerned.  It seemed... garish.
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Reading it in public was awkward, but enjoyable.

It's normal for me to be pulled into a conversation with a stranger about the book I'm reading. It happens often, and I suspect I give off some kind of "Talk to me - I like books!" vibe.

In general I read pretty "radical" books, but this was a new experience.
People felt compelled to comment on this book, and every opinion was different.

That, or they would just stare at me.

Imagine seeing someone reading this on the bus or subway. 
Wouldn't you take a second glance?

It's not the content of this book that I appreciated so much as the conversations it inspired.

First, I showed it to a few of my male friends in their mid-twenties. "Take a look at this book," I said with a smile. "You should know what you're up against."  They were not amused, mostly disinterested and shrugged it off immediately.

I was disapointed, so I decided to conduct an experiment.
I made a point of reading this book out in public.

Two older men, probably in their 60s, were the first to comment on the book's cover. One merely shrugged and shook his head. The other jumped about, too aggravated to stand still. I tried to explain the basic premise of the book, but he wasn't interested. Instead, he began quoting the Bible, insisting that because Adam came before Eve, we would never live in a world without men.

I shrugged him off as a lost cause, but his outburst caught the attention of a few younger guys. One, a grad student, shared a knowing smile with me. He asked about the author, and I mentioned Rosin's 2010 article with the same title.

A second guy, wearing huge black framed glasses and an immaculate, "cool" outfit, asked if the book talked about women and increasing aggression towards men and other women. Short answer: Yes.

After explaining how I came by the book, and that I was an independent reviewer, they were more enthusiastic about talking with me. I held the book out to them, but neither wanted to take a closer look.

The third guy was a young father, employee of the State of Michigan and an immigrant from India who shared stories about his aggressive two-year-old daughter. He seemed quite interested in the book, and flipped through it before handing it back.

We four  talked about the book a bit more, then the young father asked me point blank : "Who do you think is smartest, Women or Men? I think Women are smarter..."

I said what I believe, which is that some people are smarter than others, no matter their sex.
I've met plenty of dumb men and women, and stupidity is not reserved for one sex or another.

The service sector is one of the largest areas of the American economy, in which women are exceedingly successful. The ability to communicate and evaluate a person's mood, for example, are traditionally thought of as womanly skills.  Two of these guys held jobs where their main task was dealing with other people.We talked a bit more about the changing expectations in our respective workplaces, and the importance of useful skills in the service sector.


So, what did I think of the book?

Eh, it was okay.

I was, admittedly, on edge when I cracked this book open for the first time. I had a preexisting aversion to the topic and the book's cover. Rosin's frank writing style makes for a comfortable read, but her simple style left no room for footnotes. The introduction did a good job of "priming the pump." I went from feeling empowered to imprisoned, horrified to hopeful, in 16 pages.

This book contains many alarming messages about the direction in which the world is headed. Women have indeed conquered realms once thought of as strictly masculine. Again and again, the book suggests that women are more adept and attuned to the requirements of succeeding in a 21st century world. Men are falling further and further behind, largely because they're not trying as hard (though Rosin didn't put it quite so bluntly). She argues that we have not merely reached equality, but have passed the "tipping point" and have entered a new phase in the Rise of Women.

 Relationships add important perspective to life. A woman's relationship with her workplace, politics, men, children and herself are all key factors in determining her success in life.  To illustrate her points, Rosin provides examples of actual women and offers up their perspectives. There are men, too, and these "real," embarrassingly inept men exemplify the all sorts of ineffective, undesirable twits. I have no doubt that these guys are real (though she gave them fake names). There were a few examples of intelligent, amiable men who had found niches in the woman-domanted world Rosin describes. The majority of them, however, were louses. Some were married, some were not. Some had children, some did not. The most celebrated women in this book lived relatively independent lives.

In each chapter, Rosin attempts to concisely discuss one of the following topics:

 - The underbelly of college hook-up culture and single girls who "play the game" and enjoy the power they feel from a successfully impersonal sexual encounter, just like their male counterparts. 
 - Marriage, and how it is increasingly a class privilege in America. Rosin describes marriage as a "gated community of human relationships" that exist only as a financial safety net. This chapter said little about companionship or love. It was mostly about money earning, money spending, the ideal family and how you'll probably be happier without it, allowing you to focus more on yourself.
 - Instances of matriarchy in the American middle class, with examples of single working mothers who are happy with their sole control over themselves and their family, and see little value in acquiring a husband who does not contribute to the household. Rosin also highlights families in which the main breadwinner is the woman, and cites (slowly) growing (low) numbers of stay-at-home fathers
 - A chapter is dedicated to the women of pharmaceuticals, a field dominated by women. "Pharm Girls" are romanticized, like 21st century airline stewardesses. People skills, the ability to multitask and an attention to detail are a few of the skills Rosin supplies as areas where women excel.
 - Returning to marriage and relationships, Rosin discusses the growing education gap
 - Violent acts committed by women are on the rise. We should be equally suspicious of women and men, especially if they're jerks.
 - Women in the upper eschelons of the international business community were a continuous topic in "The End of Men," culminating in a chapter about American businesswomen and another titled "The Gold Misses: Asian Women Take Over the World".

What I expected to be an overarching look at the Woman of Today is actually fast-paced glimpse at a variety of feminine and masculine extremes. I was frustrated by the constant use of consumerism as a measurement and means for competition, and the lust for ultimate happiness through materialism and selfishness.


Rosin's credible sources and litany of statistics are coupled with countless pop culture references. Sitcoms old and new, fashion, movies, popular books and fads are interspersed and used as examples of past and future women. They also served as feel-good reminders of some of America's beloved feminine symbols. There were far fewer references to actual women of the 19th and 20th centuries. There was little said about the traditional roles of women from various classes and the traditional role of a non-working wife and mother in American society, pre-WWII. I consider myself lucky to have studied history and women's studies.

I acquired an advance proof of this book through Librarything.com's Early Reviewers program. Had I not received a review copy, I doubt that I would have read this book. On numerous occasions I found myself indignant and belittled because I have not chosen to climb the corporate ladder to seek my fortune.

The media will gleefully take advantage of this book's built-in shock value. It raises important questions about how boys and girls are raised, and the shifting gender roles in America and around the world. If it leads us to a more enlightened perspective, I'll be thrilled. If it makes the bestseller list for a month, allowing Rosin to make the network rounds before falling into obscurity, I will not be surprised. It is too selective, too extreme, to be the feminist movement's new show pony and does not have the staying-power to join the likes of A Vindication of the Rights of Women or The Feminine Mystique. 


But, hey, that's just, like, my opinion, man....



The End of Men  was released on September 11, 2012. The hardcover edition is now available at your local, independent book shop or libary. $27.95. Nonfiction. Published by Riverhead Books.

Related Books:
Bitch, Please! by Megan Munroe
True Believers by Kurt Andersen

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Titillating Titles: Playboy Magazine at Curious!

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I'm all wiggly from having too much espresso. 
Can't sleep. 
It's just after 11 p.m., and I've poured myself a glass 
of red rosé to try to calm myself a bit.

Tonight was the Playboy Photo Shoot at Curious!


Two days ago we were visited by a photographer 
who was scouting locations in East Lansing
for Playboy's rather popular Girls of the Big Ten issue.
He liked what he saw at Curious, and seemed
enthusiastic when he introduced himself. 
I felt like I blew it, as I slipped into my 
overly-friendly-to-the-tourist mode 
and handed him a map, 
telling him about the cool record shops in town 
We talked about who would have the best natural lighting, etc.

Unwelcome subconscious sabotage on my part! 

We had been approached by Playboy before, 
about 5 years ago - before my time.
They were interested in using us as a location 
for the same Big Ten feature.
Such a tease.

 So, when he said that Curious was "for sure" the place, 
none of us Curious-ers expected much of it.

The photographer came back yesterday... 
and he brought the production team!
They took a meandering tour 
through the shop's three floors
and decided that the shop's "character" was just right.

I wasn't sure how to feel about this whole Playboy thing. 
I've never really had a problem with 
the seedier side of Hollywood,
 but am not a in favor of  objectifying women 
or the blatant consumerism and billions generated by the 
over-sexualization of models and customers, alike. 

However, I respect and admire Helen Gurley Brown,
 and I've watched my fair share of The Girls Next Door.
I'm a Millennial. 
I recognize the popularity of sex 
and the gravitas of the Playboy label, one of
America's longest-running and iconic publications.
I wanted Curious to be the cool place!

I wound up spending some time upstairs with 
the Playboy people. 
(They would grimace to be called that, 
as they are freelance professionals.)
While up there I realized they were just 
normal people with extremely exotic jobs.
The shoot producer had a field day 
looking through our run of vintage Playboys.
She even found a few she had been looking for, 
including the 1988 Cindy Crawford cover that she says 
convinced her to start working for Playboy.
Those photos of Cindy Crawford 
are almost as stunning as the spread of her 
ten years later, after having children.
Seriously. 
Stunning.

They couldn't quite decide where to do the shoot.
They liked the upstairs, with the big mirror.
The colors are lighter upstairs, more airy.
Too similar to the Ohio State barber shop spread, though.
The other option was the basement, 
possibly resulting in
our beloved green armchair 
making an appearance.
(Fret not, Green Chair Lovers!)

They left without coming to a decision.
There was a vague understanding 
that the production team and model 
would return the next evening to shoot, around 6.

Mark and I scrambled around the shop, 
chasing dust bunnies and scrubbing things.
Liz had the foresight to straighten up bookcases
on the ground floor and do some needed sweeping.

As per normal Curious procedure, 
no one seemed to know what the plan was this morning.
We had more than enough to keep us 
busy with the BIG BOOK SHOW looming over us.

As the clock(s) neared 6, 
each of us found a good enough reason 
to hover around on the ground floor, waiting.
The first cart-load of photo equipment 
finally crossed the threshold around 6:45.
After a brief deliberation, 
the photographer started setting up on the main floor, 
in General Fiction, of all places!

The shop cleared out pretty quickly 
(except for the customer we nearly forgot in the basement)
and some staff members made their escapes.
Curiosity got the best of me. 
I stayed.

It's amazing what a professional can do in a small space.
After a brief hunt for available electrical outlets 
and some strategic light placement in the aisles, 
they were ready. 

I made a helpful contribution 
when I dug up my favorite spare book-show rug 
 to use as an set anchor.
The photographer was relieved, 
and said it went well with the color palate.

At this time I encourage you 

to be awed and amazed 
by my obvious artistic and 
compositional talents.
Thank you.
Good thing they brought their own extension cord.
There was some concern about their strobe lighting
being too powerful for the circuit,
but we had no problems! 
Glitz and Glamour.
Their fancy camera and lights make it look way better
than my little Canon.
While we all waited for the model to show up 
(it was another hour, at least),
we played around with the "set" and 
Ray posed for portrait photos by the photographers.
I feel like I bullied it into him, 
but what a cool experience! 
It deserved a souvenir.
Maybe they'll include Ray in the spread!

The model seemed like your 
typical Midwestern, MSU college girl.
Friendly, petite, polite, highlights and a strong handshake.
She was wearing a cute "DEFYE" shirt when we met, 
and Liz lusted after her black stilettos.
She had never been to the shop.
Gah.
Read books, people!

Curious has had more than its fair share
of media attention, this year.
Two weeks ago a student group
filmed a documentary,
and I gave a crummy interview.
Of course they used my photo on the cover.
We still haven't gotten around to watching it.

With Barnes and Noble closing earlier
this year, we've had dozens of professional
and student reporters coming in for our take
on the matter. We've also had a handful
of professional and student photographers
rooting around the shop, which is pretty neat.

The Playboy shoot was, as Liz put it, 
very classy and professional.
The production team members were charming, 
apologetic for "getting in the way".
I was just glad they let us hang out.
Ray, Liz and I awkwardly hovered around the 
front counter, making tasteless jokes.

Ray thought the model felt better having me and Liz there.
I'm sure he also felt a bit better having us around.
We spent most of the rather surreal evening
flipping through some of our vintage men's magazines 
with the producer and other photographer.
They schooled us about classic poses,
favorite artists and "cheesecake".
It was a good time.

From our vantage point 
we had a great view 
of the photographer's jean-clad butt. 
We couldn't help but giggle 
as we listened to his directions for the model. 
Peeking seemed like a rude thing to do.

The Curious Playboy.
I left right around the time the crew began
discussing the merits of East Lansing bars, 
or maybe doing some jello shots
and trying out the Marriott's jacuzzi.
Erm..... no. I'll have to pass.
But, thanks for the invite!

We should receive copies of the professional photos
taken of Ray sometime soon.
The producer suggested that we do a "book" signing
when the Big Ten issue is published, this September.

Sure, whatever will bring people into the shop.
We desperately need the business!



Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Giving Away Victoria's Secret

I just removed myself from the Victoria's Secret daily email listing.

And it feels good.

Haley G. Hoover has begun a new project-blog, Presence. She started things off with a bang, taking a stab at Cosmopolitan while calling out to all girls and women who are aware of the Cosmo problem, as well as the countless others unaware of the daily barrage of media-created stereotype expectations that surround life as a female in America.

While Hayley is far from the first person to come to this realization, she is one of YouTube's most respected vlogging celebrities. I've spent a lot of time getting to know Hayley as one of the Five Awesome Girls over the last three years, and admire and respect her as a personality and a person. We're of the same generation and mindset, and I can't wait to see what she comes up with!

In college I majored in both English and American history, with a focus on the 20th century. It was pretty awesome. My thesis for English was all about the American Girl book and doll franchise. For my bachelors in history I studied the lifestyle and stereotypes of a young woman living in the late 1960s, taking a close look at Betty Friedan's The Feminine Mystique and publications like 'Teen, Co-Ed and Ms. Magazine, as well as the 1970 presidential commission report on the lives of women of all classes and creeds.

A happy side effect of so much focus on the lives of girls and young women was a much greater understanding of all of the bullshit that we put up with as Americans. I could go the route of complaining about the barrage of makeup advertisements and the Hollywood obsession, etc. The problem, however, goes much deeper than what's between the pages of Cosmo.

It's too much to go into at the moment.
Think about it. But don't think about it.
See what you come up with.
And remind me to tell you about my brilliant solution to those annoying ads that run before and after YouTube videos and TV commericals, and the like. It's pretty good.

Check out Ms. Hoover's most recent video on the birth of Presence:


Presence [noun]
1. The state or fact of being present, as with others in a place.
2. A person or thing that exists in a place but is not seen.
2. The ability to project a sense of ease, poise, or self-assurance.
(Thanks, dictionary.com!)