I recently viewed the movie Crooked Beauty. In it, the narrator, Jacks Ashley McNamara, discusses her unique take on why she has what we label as bipolar disorder. McNamara sees herself as being more sensitive to all the injustices in the world than the average person and believes this is why she has the leaps and crashes that she experiences. If the world were a different place, McNamaramight not endure the symptoms of bipolar disorder.
Lately I have been wondering if maybe I too am just overly sensitive. For as long as I can recall, I have wanted justice. At times I have come up with plans to help those with terminal illnesses, then those living in extreme poverty, then non-human animals, and, finally I’ve learned to identify with my own detested social group: women. But over the years,I have become increasingly despondent. I don’t see how things will really change, not just in my lifetime, but ever.
Take the situation of women, for example. Even among the radical left, there are plenty of menfolk who will accuse us of being “divisive” by bringing up the reality of women’s lives. And fighting for the right to condom-free pornography is seen as in the interest of women. Note the irony that the folks who are waging this war argue for “harm reduction” in the sex trade. So, there is not hope from the left, who should be on our side.
I sometimes wonder if I’m the only one who doesn’t find misogyny, in all its’ genius forms, fucking hysterical. We’ve been watching a movie in a class I’m in. I’m not going to name the movie, but it’s an older film with a painfully obvious misogynist streak. Yet, misogyny is so normal in movies, as in life, that this doesn’t even raise an eyebrow let alone an outcry. Indeed, I wonder if I’m the only one who feels as though I’m dying inside when I see two men share an inside joke about statutory rape.
I wonder if it’s because, for my female peers, the misogyny would overwhelm them and they, too, would die a bit inside. And yet, the only way things will change is if a whole bunch of women are willing to be women-identified.
For most people, I think, it’s more important to go-along-to-get-along. I used to think more people were like me, willing to think things through and if their stance on an issue didn’t make sense, at least consider changing their minds. But now, I think it’s more important for people to keep their friends, and thus go along with whatever their group, even their group of non-conformers, thinks.
I used to think change was possible. And now, well, I suppose it’s possible but highly improbable.
Is this a new form of depression rearing it’s head, I wonder? Or is it that depressed people really do see the world in a more realistic manner?