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Biography & Autobiography. Literary Criticism. Nonfiction. HTML:National Book Critics Circle Award Winner National Bestseller Lambda Literary Award Finalist NAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY TIME * NPR * The Washington Post * Kirkus Reviews * Washington Independent Review of Books * The Millions * Electric Literature * Ms Magazine * Entropy Magazine * Largehearted Boy * Passerbuys "Irreverent and original." â??New York Times "Magisterial." â??The New Yorker "An intoxicating writer." â??The Atlantic "A classic!" â??Mary Karr "A true light in the dark." â??Stephanie Danler "An essential, heartbreaking project." â??Carmen Maria Machado A gripping set of stories about the forces that shape girls and the adults they become. A wise and brilliant guide to transforming the self and our society. In her powerful new book, critically acclaimed author Melissa Febos examines the narratives women are told about what it means to be female and what it takes to free oneself from them. When her body began to change at eleven years old, Febos understood immediately that her meaning to other people had changed with it. By her teens, she defined herself based on these perceptions and by the romantic relationships she threw herself into headlong. Over time, Febos increasingly questioned the stories she'd been told about herself and the habits and defenses she'd developed over years of trying to meet others' expectations. The values she and so many other women had learned in girlhood did not prioritize their personal safety, happiness, or freedom, and she set out to reframe those values and beliefs. Blending investigative reporting, memoir, and scholarship, Febos charts how she and others like her have reimagined relationships and made room for the anger, grief, power, and pleasure women have long been taught to deny. Written with Febos' characteristic precision, lyricism, and insight, Girlhood is a philosophical treatise, an anthem for women, and a searing study of the transitions into and away from girlhood, toward a c… (more)
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Since the essays are relatively independent, if you are having trouble getting into the book also, try skipping ahead to the good stuff.
“Permission denied to rearrange me
I am the Kingdom, I am not your Queen”
Febos is smart, a superb writer, and has interesting observations about how women are socialized to expect/allow unwanted attention/scrutiny/contact, how we are taught to do everything possible even if putting ourselves at risk, to keep men feeling good. This is a subject of great interest to me, something I am trying to cure myself of now that I am an old lady and it has far less negative impact (but better late than never.) Febos tells stories from her life and the lives of her friends that illustrate her theses. The most resonant to me, because it has happened to me and it shaped me, are the stories of women who apologize to the men who touch them without consent, whether some handsy finance bro at a bar or a rapist, for not having consented. It is a pretty common story. She makes solid points here about the shamelessness of men in everyday interaction, the expectations that women will accept, or even crave, whistles and gropes and peeping through windows, and sex when unconscious. They have no shame in part because most of the women in their lives have likely been reassuring them that its okay, and apologizing for making them do it. When I was young I cannot count the number of times I moved away from men who touched me and got a response along the lines of "hey, if you didn't look so hot I would have been able to control myself." Is that supposed to flatter me? It sounds ridiculous but even typing that makes me feel uncomfortable and a little disgusting many years after that stopped. And still I usually smiled like it was flattering and thanked them. Worse still were the many times that happened when I was with a guy and when he walked up the commenter said something like "sorry man, I didn't know she was taken." This conviction that women have no sovereignty, that they are there for the touching and comments, that they are there for the plucking unless another man has claimed ownership is horrifying, but it is also convincing -- I believed it in my marrow. There is a reason that other than for about 7 months after I was raped I had a boyfriend or a husband all-the-time from the ages of 13-42. I felt at sea and a little frightened if I did not have a man. That makes me sad to consider now, and that is the dynamic Febos is analyzing and talking about here. So why only a 3.5? A couple things.
I know this is cultural criticism so the rules of academic citation don't apply, but Febos takes her experience and the experiences of four friends sitting in her Bushwick (I assume) living room and pronounces universal truths from that. I don't need footnotes or citation to academic journals, but I need some foundation other than "Melissa believes and asserts unequivocally" to accept her arguments. As I detailed above, a lot of what she says I believe because of my lived experience, it is true because it happened to me. BUT, this is not primarily intended as memoir, and for cultural commentary there has to be more than, this is what happened to me or Melissa or a select group of our friends. I cannot assume that it defines the experience of most people based on the fact that Melissa and our friends and I all have seen it. And more than that, someone reading this who does not have the lived experience (like, for instance men, who have the most to gain from her shining the light on this dynamic) could not possibly be persuaded from pronouncements without support. From those pronouncements the readers knows it is a cultural dynamic that occurs, not THE cultural dynamic that defines a statistically significant portion of the interactions between men and women. It might be, I think it is, but I need more than what she is giving me in order to accept that and in order to convince others to shift their behaviors.
Another major issue was that for all that resonated with me here, a lot was wholly unrelatable. If this is intended as pure memoir, that is fine and good. I want to read memoirs by people with different life experiences than I have. It helps me understand the world. But if you are writing cultural criticism, and opining on the ways in which the culture reinforces norms that are injurious to a large group (in this case at least 51% of the population) and if you are using your life experience as the support (often the sole support) for your criticism, your experience has to feel relatable to people. My GR friend Alisa said reading this was like when people bought The Step for their cardio, but ended up sitting on it and watching aerobics videos. I totally agree. Cultural criticism, to be effective, needs to nudge the reader into seeing the world through a slightly different lens. That is the point, to start a new conversation by getting us to see things that have become part of the wallpaper and then to question them, not to gawk. If what I am seeing is not relatable through experience or observation there is nothing to work with. Many of the things that make Febos interesting are the same things that make her unrelatable. She was raised essentially feral, with no understanding of how to live in the society she needed to navigate or to protect herself, and as a result was an outcast from the day she started school. Not surprisingly she looked for validation through sex, became known as the school slut, and left home as a teenager. More surprisingly she became a smack addict and a dominatrix and a woman who happily had a lot of sex with men and women and was able to maintain. Despite the drug use, she attended college, got her work done at her hipster alt-publishing job, and traveled to Europe. Eventually she realized she was really smart and had something to say, and also that she identified as a lesbian and wanted a committed relationship. She got clean and ended up as a tenure track professor at one of the best writing programs in the world and married to a woman who teaches poetry at the same institution and seems a strong support. Happy ending, great stuff, but not really filled with relatable life experience for most of us. So again, as memoir this was interesting, and even instructive and broadening, but as cultural criticism? I didn't really know what to do with most of this. I felt like I was sitting on The Step watching it. (On that subject, the essay about the "cuddle parties" was one of the most uncomfortable things I can remember reading, and also one of the saddest. How do we live in a world were people are that lonely and where people feel that a search for connection, warmth and comfort can be satisfied in such a transactional way?)
As I said above, this was a 3.5 for me. I am glad I read it, I want to read more from Melissa Febos, and I have people I would happily recommend this to (Kierstyn and Anita, I am looking at you!) It is interesting for sure, and she raises some issues I think are wise and important. I can draw a lot of lines between this and Not That Bad: Dispatches from Rape Culture which worked better for me. They make good companions.