Monday, November 29, 2010

Blog 8

We do not seem to be sure what we are, or who we are, as women. What is okay, what is not.... are we the witch, are we the princess?



I was always confronted with disney Princess type images and archetypes that as a young girl, I was expected to want to be, to need to be, but the reality is, who would YOU rather be? Rapunzel, stuck up in that tower, stuck with all that hair, waiting to be freed, or the one with the power to put her there?

Granted, I don't want to lose my heart and soul and imprison another woman, but the witches have all the power, they have all the freedom, the retribution, the power to possess mercy and all other manner of attributes.

As Anne Sexton says, "A woman like that is not ashamed to die / I have been her kind," she says earlier in the poem that a woman like that is not quite a woman. We have conflicting messages on who we are supposed to be. We disassociate ourselves from ourselves for the sake of relationship and it drives us... at least, it drives ME, mad.

I only wish I can be mad, gracefully.