politics

Sex Politics and Sensibility: More on Morgan
by Kristen Loveland

Robin Morgan wrote an anti-Palin piece a couple of days ago entitled, “When Sisterhood is Suicide,” which initiated a debate both on Girl with Pen between Deborah and Courtney, and at Feministing between Deborah, Courtney, and the wide feminist world. Deborah loved the content of the piece, but Courtney argued that its sarcastic, snarky tone was alienating. First, let me say that tone matters. I watched the debates last night in a Brooklyn bar with nary a McCain supporter in sight. In that setting there wasn’t a doubt about it: Biden won. He was calm, substantive, and authoritative in his knowledge, and never once attacked Palin personally. The Brooklyn crowd laughed at Palin’s folksky “darn its.” “Gosh darnit gee golly joe,” mocked the guy at the end of the bar. Folksy and “nice” and not snarky, Palin’s tone may have been endearing to some crowds, but it wasn’t to mine.

So tone matters– but audience matters more. Who was Robin Morgan addressing in her piece? I didn’t get the sense that she was trying to reach across the aisle, that this was the opening salvo in a conversation that would end with some congenial beers at the local bar between Morgan and Joe Hockey Mom McSixpack. This is Robin Morgan, after all.
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In case anyone is wondering where we got our name, it was inspired by the line from the Country and Western song by Ed Bruce (who also wrote such other classics as “Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies to Grow up to Be Cowboys”) that goes like this, “There’s girls, and there’s women and there’s ladies. There’s yeses, there’s no’s and there’s maybes.” It makes me laugh every time I hear it. Here’s the whole song; it’s a good example of the C and W storytelling that endears itself to my Texas-born heart in spite of my feminist soul:

There was only me and her and him
The bar was giving last call so I thought I’d move on in
And I was slick and feeling like a man so I took the stool between ’em
And ordered one more round for me and her and him
I placed my arms across the back of her barstool
And I don’t remember what I said but at the time it sounded cool
She pushed her drink away and never looked at me
She just paid her tab tipped the man and left me sittin’ there alone with him
And he said there’s girls and there’s women and there’s ladies
There’s yes’es and there’s no’s and there’s maybe’s
There’s teasin’ and pleasin’ they start learnin’ when they’re babies
There’s girls and there’s women and there’s ladies
Well he pushed his old straw hat back and he grinned
And he said ain’t they all a mystery ha ha sonny it’s a sin
They’re all sittin’ on the world they’re tryin’ to win
Ah but you know I love a mystery
So let’s drink another round to you and me and them
He said there’s girls…There’s girls and there’s women…He said there’s girls…

Language usage is one of the most important elements of any conversation about women in the world today. When Hillary Clinton recently said about herself, “I’m your girl”, she stirred up a little dust. I tend to think we women have simply matured past the need to rail against the word once we had made it our own little joke and/or sign of mutual affection. We took its power back from men who in the past used it as a way to demean and infantilize us. I don’t know whether Hillary’s use of “girl” was contrived, but it strikes me as a bit of self-deprecating humor of the sort that candidates need to use from time to time to show they are human.

What do others think?