Friday, February 24, 2012

Media literacy and modesty: How one could affect how we treat the other

It started with this post at FMH, which led to me watching through this YouTube Channel, and landing on this video.  Between 2:00 and about 3:10, she talks about the Japanese ad campaign used to promote the video game in question, and how it involved the public literally stripping an image of a naked woman bare of the little cards that covered her.  Classy...  It got my wheels turning.

There's been a lot of high profile controversy lately about modesty in Mormon culture and particularly at Church schools.  BYU-I and BYU both had incidents in recent months of young women being singled out for some manner of harassment over their state of dress being considered improper: first by boot cut jeans being confused for skinny jeans, and second by... I'm actually not certain.  I think these incidents are an embarrassment to our people, frankly.  Remember last year when a prominent player got taken off the BYU basketball team for breaking the Honor Code by sleeping with his girlfriend?  People thought it was weird, but many also respected that BYU was a campus that would hopefully be sexually safe for their children  Yeah, I don't think anyone would look at the pictures of the two girls and go "My daughter will have to dress more modestly than that to avoid sexual harassment?"  The mixed messages do not help our case in the eyes of outsiders.  Or insiders.

Sorry, I digress.  To be clear before I proceed, I don't have a problem with modesty in general.  I have a problem with the way it is discussed and taught as a woman-centric problem, and how that turns women into objects: sacred objects, but objects nonetheless because it has little to do with our wants or desires as human beings.


When we talk about modesty in the Church, the emphasis has less to do with respecting one's body and the power and holiness thereof, and more with the idea that men seeing women's skin means men will lust after women.  Rarely do we talk about women lusting after men, and modesty as an element of behavior or attitude toward God suffers from a functional silence.  Discussion of modesty is almost always about how much skin is or is not showing; the tightness of clothing might also be mentioned.  There is tremendous concern about virtue and modesty expressed from the top of the Church but these topics are taught and talked about in a manner that horribly disempowers both sexes.  Telling Mormon girls over and over to cover up does nothing about what Mormon boys see at school, around town, at events, and in the media.  I have heard numerous young men, from the age of 12 and up, say how much they appreciate it when girls at church dress modestly and how they can't respect girls out in the world in the same way, but I'm not aware of an addendum to the teaching that they should "give proper respect to women, girls, and children," excluding those  who bare their arms, midriff, back, or legs.

There was a video running around my Facebook a few months ago, "Should Christian women wear bikinis?" [here] in which the man (<--) presenting to an auditorium of teenage women (<--) cites and reads from a recent Princeton study on men's brain activity. He points out that when viewing men and women in various states of dress, images of a)women b)in bikinis c)with their heads/faces cropped out of the photo were not only the most memorable but also lit up the part of the brain linked to tool use, and turned off the part of the brain related to empathy and consideration.  He then goes on to argue that if girls want to be seen as full human beings, then they need to dress modestly, so men don't look at them like objects and in turn take them seriously.  While I do think there's some validity to that, I'd like to suggest that men have been carefully trained over the past several decades to see women this way.  "Woman=object/property/incubator" has been around for thousands of years, but the experience of "See Jane.  See Jane be sexy.  See sexy Jane sell you something.  Sell, Jane, sell." becoming absolutely pervasive is relatively recent, within the past couple generations.  It's insulting to men to claim that this is a biological absolute; that when they see a woman with less than 66% of her body covered, they see that body solely as a procreative and/or recreational tool for their sexual fulfillment, one with diminished humanity, feelings, or intelligence.

If the Church is concerned about keeping men's brains out of the gutter and making sure women are respected, why not put more effort into media literacy?  It's a good and necessary skill to have these days anyway, but wouldn't it help with wading through the mire of soft porn that constitutes many media offerings?  The media is largely what teaches boys that the most desirable experience in life is intimate (and often dominant) contact with a female body, or an experience like it, whether through cars, alcohol, cigarettes... or a cheeseburger.
I'm lookin' at you two.

So why aren't we teaching our young women and men to see through the smoke and mirrors?  Imagine the impact if, on a Sunday or a Mutual night when they walk into their meeting and after opening exercises, they hear something along the lines of,

"Our media literacy lesson today is about the use of objectification, infantilization, and sexism, and how it affects men and women's views of themselves and each other.  After that, we'll discuss how to resist those effects personally, and how to combat them publicly."
Ideally such lessons would taught in age-appropriate, engaging ways throughout the school years.  Even more ideally, parents would also be having similar lessons and being given resources based on the best current science available in order to integrate this knowledge at home.

This is as much a spiritual matter as secular.  This applies in a Church context.  I appreciate the relative level of hands-off-edness that has come along in recent years with telling the membership to exercise their judgment on what is and isn't appropriate media, rather that outright prohibitions.  However, there has been very little solid guidance on how to differentiate between healthy messages and morals, and destructive messages and morals.  By making it part of the curriculum we could educate our people and put them on the alert to police themselves and to advocate against the gross--yet widely accepted--misrepresentation and objectification of women that plagues our society far more than any excess of visible skin.  Such education empowers men and women alike not to simply be the victims of whatever runs across their field of vision.  It begins to teach them how to respect a woman and see her as a human being, rather than an object, no matter what she is or is not wearing because that is what they will need to do out in the world in their everyday lives, whether they go on a mission, get a job, go to school, or pursue any other endeavor that involves interesting with women.

Hopefully.  In theory.  They're still out in the world, inundated by these messages, but as with anything taught in the Church or at home, we hope that an ounce of prevention will equal a pound of cure.
Thanks to Katie for her glorious outdoor BF pic, and Jhavia for the fabulous belly dancer.  Please feel free to download and share this image.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Modified Fasting

I caught it in time this month!  Yay!

So, I will be doing my Fast tomorrow, praying for the preparation of the people and the unveiling of Goddess.  I plan to persist in this as long as I can, even if I persist alone.  However, I have to modify my fasting method this month.

Without getting into too many details, I'm anemic.  I have been for years, and this month has been especially horrific.  I put some serious (if very muddled) thought into driving myself down to the hospital for a transfusion.  That's a scary thought when you have no insurance.  (YAY for pre-existing conditions!  I'M NOT WORTH COVERING! /tangent)  Anyway, physically abstaining from food right  now is a very, very bad idea.  My body needs nourishment and not to be taxed beyond its strength, therefore I won't be fasting from food.

Instead, I'll be fasting from Facebook.  Possibly my whole computer, but definitely from Facebook.

In all honesty, that will probably be a more useful abstaining practice for getting me closer to deity.  I need the time away from such a huge distraction.  Food used to be the cultural time taker of a day.  Today, for me, it's technology, so that's what I place on the altar for the coming day.

Anyone else ever modify their fasts in like manner?

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Dear Hypothetical Husband

Hi, honey.  I miss you.  I’ve been waiting for you a long time, as I suppose you’ve been waiting for me.  Or maybe you haven’t.  By this point in our lives--assuming you’re close to my age--you may have gotten married to someone else, perhaps fathered a couple or few kids, and thus... you may not have waited for me.  I don’t know if you know that or not.  You may be divorced.  You may have yet to get divorced.  You may currently be happy in some doubly hypothetical marriage and family.  Perhaps, though, you’ve stayed as single as I have.  I’m losing hope by the day that you’ve stayed as celibate as I have.  I guess we’ll find out the answer when we get to where we’re going.

I can’t speak to your situation, whatever it is and wherever you are, but I will speak to mine and here it is; I’m very, very tired of waiting.  I’ve spent seven or so years waiting on you since I dumped what's-his-face, and I wasted a lot of time doing that when I could have been more successful in my life.  I don’t know if I blame you for not being there when I wanted you to be or myself for not being where I am now or being foolish enough to wait, but wherever the fault lies (and it’s probably with me) I’m done.  I’m really kind of over it.

I love you.  I really look forward to meeting you or realizing you someday, whoever you are.  However, I am done with this game.  You took too long to get here.  I took too long to get here.  We took too long to get here, and I’ve got other places to go, places to see, things to do, things to be.  Your life probably isn’t on hold and I don’t believe anymore that mine should be either.  So I’m breaking up with this hypothetical life of five kids, a minivan, and a picket fence or what have you that I had sketched up in my mind.  I’m going to go be a success on my own terms.  I’ll probably find you along the way.  You aren’t the guy I was looking for five years ago; maybe that’s why I missed you.

As it stands, though, I have to take care of my own self and live my own life.  If I do meet you someday, and if we do have children in this mortality, I don’t want to tell them that I spent all my career years sucking horribly at my work because I was afraid to succeed and lose that success if you showed up in the next few months and we got married and pregnant by the end of the year.  I want to be the sort of woman my potential kiddos could look up to as an example sometimes and not just a cautionary tale of how not to do adulthood.

I love you.  I want to have you forever, when forever comes.  I want us to have a passionate love life when it comes, and I'm working on dealing with my personal body issues and getting over Good Girl Syndrome.  I hope you’re doing the same in one way or another--if you have anything to work through--so we don’t have years of huge sexual hang-ups to overcome.  I know there’s something to be said about working through thing like that together, but I’m not sure I want to remain “ill” until we’re together for the sake of some “romantic” ideal.  I don't think it's a good idea at this point.
 
Until we meet, my love, I commend you to the watch care of gods and angels, and I’ll see you out in the world.

Love always,
Jena, your Wild Woman

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Just a note

Hi everyone.  I'm sorry I've been so silent.  Things had been very hard around here lately and so far, 2012 hasn't felt all that spiritual.  I'm having a really tough time with anything spiritual... or temporal... or... anything.

To make a long story short (I simply do not have the energy to write--nor can I believe anyone would have the inclination to read--everything), Mom's done with radiation, but she's still not doing great with energy or appetite.  Business is in the toilet and I'm watching my credit card debt rise and my income flatline.  I'm 30 and single and that SUCKS and I'm trying to detach myself from the suckitude while I keep forgetting to call my therapist back (yes, I have one...) so I can go work through the hell my ex laid on me 8 years ago, so I can live an emotionally normal life.  My grandmother has advanced dementia (not to Alzheimer's... yet) and my grandfather has congestive heart failure and is not long for this world.  I am severely anemic this week; I considered going to the hospital for a transfusion.  I am chugging iron and herbs and all manner things that would horrify my doctor, I'm sure, to build my blood back up.  I've got bone broth simmering and I'll be making... something out of it, I dont know what because it sounds awful. *shudder*  Just something to get used to, I guess.  For my health.

Anyway, things have just been... hard.  Very hard, and I've been very sad, and I've been putting too much of myself out into the world without taking enough in to nourish myself.  I have gotten better about scripture study and prayer again, and that helps a little, but I am depleted.  I am dried up.  I have next to nothing left.  I am running on fumes and I do not handle this kin of stress very well.  It eats away at me under the cheerful surface until that collapses in a big spout of hiss and fury.

So, I haven't had a lot to say.  I did substitute my missed Mother Fast last week.  That was nice.  Actually, I do have things to say, I just don't have the resources within me to put them out into the world.  Pray for me, please, if you think to.  Things are just hard right now, and I need to be nurtured before I die in some sense or another.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Speaking of Christ

I've spoken a lot about Mother, about Eve, about feminism, and a little bit about gays and Paganism.  I haven't spoken much about Christ, though, unless it's to rant about something being un-Christlike.  (I see some irony there.)

I started this post before Christmas, and the holidays and birth (Yay, new niece!) and sickness and stress got in the way of finishing it.  Also, I've just had a hard time thinking about it.  I've become very disconnected in my spirituality the past several months, partially as a factor of growing pains during my expansion, but also because I stopped doing regularly a lot of the things that made me feel connected.  As much as I talked and thought about simply expanding my Mormonism with Paganism rather than replacing, I made a good subconscious run at replacing and ran straight into a wall.  There wasn't enough Christ in my Pagan exploration, and it left me feeling drained.  Today, I feel that I have--at least--put a cork in the bottom of my spiritual bucket.  For the first time in a while, it felt really good to go to church.

I believe in Christ, but I sometimes have a hard time with it, or with believing Him, believing the Gospel, believing in grace and unconditional love and Heavenly Parents and eternity and progression.  This is even while I'm contemplating the merit of multiple mortal probations (reincarnation, to most people.)  I guess I just get to feeling like it's too good to be true, even if I want it to be.  It's too good to happen to me, so I'd better work my butt off to get a seat on the train.  Or something.  It's a little neurotic, a little Air, but that's me, I suppose.  So, I've been contemplating grace, and it's role in the Gospel.  It's huge, enormous role that we tend not to talk about because we're very focused on obeying the commandments to raise up a righteous people and following the prophet(s) because these are spiritually hazardous times.  And I've been contemplating my place in the world, in the cosmos, in the everything of everything.  It's been rather overwhelming,  This is all while Mom's finishing radiation and I'm sick and my friends are having their various crises and doubts right along with me and... I really know how to overload myself!

Anyway, but I do believe.  I do have faith.  It's that faith that keeps me going, keeps me plugging along, keeps me saying, "I have no idea what's going on, but I know this must work some way or another."   And today I found that the balance point--for me, as far as I can tell--is closer to home than I thought it might be.  I am happy being Mormon.  I am happy with the Gospel.  Sure there are inequalities and policies that suck and practices that people don't like and the Church is not perfect.  The Prophet and Apostles and others aren't perfect, no matter how much we think they should be.  It is possible we may even be massively, horribly off-track in many ways as a people.  Look at ancient Israel, or the Nephites.  We're no better..  I asked myself today, though, whether I still believe Christ is at the Head of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.  And I found that my answer is yes.  I still believe this Church not only bears His name, but also answers to Him.  I don't know why the Church isn't going in every direction I think it could or should go, why it isn't doing the things that many people think it ought, but I also don't know why I'm not married with children right now.  Actually, I do know why, but it's a very recent discovery/understanding.  It took me a decade to get here, and that's just my one little life, not millions across the world.   I don't know why X-Y-Z, but what I do know, as well and as deeply as I can, is that I believe in a man named Yeshua who lived some 2,000 years ago in a region not much larger than mine, on the other side of the planet.  He had a beautiful, wise, contemplative mother named Mary and a gentle, just father figure named Joseph.  He lived a simple and faultless life and shed his body in a horrible death upon a cross, after suffering the pains of the world in a garden, and took it up again in a tomb.  He is my Savior and Redeemer, the one who teaches me how to be better than I am, and comforts me when I find that I'm still myself at the end of the day.  He accepts my imperfections and teaches me to accept them too.  He lives, and he appears in many ways to those who are open to seeing him.  I believe I will see Him, whether in the flesh, in this life, at his Second Coming, or beyond the veil to take up my own body again someday.

There's more to the story, of course there is, but this is what important right here, in this post.  Wherever else I go, whatever else I do, this is home for my heart, my faith in Christ, my belief in this Gospel, and even my dedication to this Church.  It isn't perfect, not at all, but then again... it never has been, really.  Comings, goings, ups, downs, and pride cycles... they have always and will always happen among the people of God.  Every people.  And that's okay, because that's why there's a Plan.  And I can't let that go.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Oops! Fasting Fail

I totally meant to continue the Fast into the new year.  I meant to put up a blog post a couple days ago as a reminder.  In my defense, I have been very sick this week.  I made it all through the holidays and the birth of my niece (YAAAAAAAAAAAY!) and as soon as I left the hospital when my sister, brother-in-law, and niece got settled in, a big nasty cold hit me like a truck.  So that's my excuse.

I still think there's really a place for the Mother Fast, and a need for it.  I don't think I'm going to worry about it this month, though.  I'm not in any health situation that would tolerate fasting very well.  I suppose I could do a computer fast or something like that, though.

Anyway,  I'm not dead!  Just congested and a little headache-y.  I shall fast another time.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Happy New Year!

I know, a week late.  Whatever.  I'm not dead and the year is STILL new!  So Happy New Year!  It's a whole new one full of possibilities.

Not much to say this second--kinda tired, headed to bed--but I wanted to point this out to anyone who hasn't seen it.  If you could go face-to-face and ask Sister Beck, the General Relief Society President, anything, what would you ask?

Post it in the comments here, and it just MIGHT be asked!  I've already asked about Heavenly Mother, myself, but please feel free to do so, too.  Or ask any other question you have.

Cheers!