Feminism in These Times


{In this essay Vivian Gornick challenges recent critiques of Second Wave feminism and defends the goals and accomplishments of that movement. The editors of Persimmon Tree invite you, our readers, to send us your thoughts about feminism then and now and/or your reactions to Vivian’s arguments. Do you agree with Gornick? Does this piece anger you? What have been your experiences with the feminist movement(s)? We will publish a selection of your responses (500 – 1,000 words) in the Summer issue.}

 

The first trumpet sound of modern feminism came in England in 1796 with the publication of Mary Wollstonecraft’s Vindication of the Rights of Woman; the second, fifty years later in America, with the 1848 Seneca Falls convention for women’s rights organized by Elizabeth Cady Stanton; the third, a century after that in France, in 1949, with the publication of Simone de Beauvoir’s The Second Sex. Each of these originating feminists was a visionary thinker with a philosophical cast of mind large enough to grasp with radical speed the immensity that women’s rights addressed. Wollstonecraft urged passionately that women become rational beings; Stanton that every woman exercise governance over her own inviolable self; Beauvoir that women cease to be Other – that is, become the central actors in their own lives.

 

In America, it was awakening to a sense of the democracy outraged that empowered the feminists of Stanton’s generation, made them the extraordinary activists they became, and went far to explain why feminism as a liberationist movement flourished in this country as nowhere else in the Western world. European feminists might have burned over their second-class status, but it was impossible for them – from Wollstonecraft’s generation to Beauvoir’s – to give up their longing for inclusion in the world as men had made it. Americans, by contrast, were moved to harden their hearts against the romantic pull of that world and concentrate instead on the denial of what had been promised them by right of birth into a democracy. This was the generation of feminists we call the First Wave, and it was nothing less than visionary. The passion and conviction that kept these women fighting for a set of legal and social recognitions that only included suffrage was likened to a religious calling. Devotion to the cause was what, for thousands of them, made life worth living.

However, it took sixty years just to gain the vote, and by the time it came, in 1920, the philosophical largeness of the nineteenth-century visionaries had drained away. Once suffrage was achieved, the movement – by then composed of single-issue organizers – fell back, exhausted. After all, what more was there to fight for? The radical feminist Alice Paul had an answer for that question. What was needed, she said, was an amendment to the Constitution that would guarantee equal rights for women in every sphere of life. But there was no more fight left in anyone – and the Equal Rights Amendment has yet to be passed into constitutional law.

The period following the First World War is one of the most interesting if not dispiriting in the history of women’s rights. On the one hand, this was the Progressive Era, a time of unprecedented social activism and political reform in the United States during which the crimes of machine politics, corporate monopoly, corruption in government, immigrant exploitation, and child labor galvanized activists and muckrakers alike. This was the movement into which women such as Jane Addams, Frances Perkins, Florence Kelley, and Eleanor Roosevelt threw themselves. Ironically enough, these very progressive women opposed the Equal Rights Amendment because they saw it as the enemy of the protective laws for women they were working to put in place.

At the same time, postwar disillusion had loosened social constraints and made prevail among young women who had no politics at all a false sense of agency. “I’m a free woman,” many boasted as they put on lipstick and slept around. And so they were – until they married or tried to enter a profession, whereupon they hit the same brick wall their mothers and grandmothers had.

 

Fifty more years pass – with the status of women lying so dormant it is as though all this history had never been – and we arrive at the 1970s, when another period of “original discovery” bursts upon us. Suddenly, as though awakening from a long sleep, a mass of women finds itself speaking the language of Elizabeth Stanton and Susan Anthony.

Looking back on those visionary years of the 1970s, what I find most remarkable is the swiftness with which the course of feminist thought and action widened and deepened. Almost from the beginning, the movement was philosophical in its nature, existential in its grasp. Yes, equal pay for equal work. Yes, pass the Equal Rights Amendment. Yes, legal abortion and an end to job discrimination. Yet surrounding all this down-to-earth politicking, one feminist perspective after another – from psychologists, historians, political scientists, and literary critics – seemed to be addressing the human condition through its analysis of the insecurity behind society’s need to agree that women would live a half life in order that men might gain the courage to pursue a whole one. A profound recognition of the fear of human loneliness as a motive force began to prevail among those of us who cared to think about it, and we applied that recognition to every imaginable aspect of life, even as we campaigned for full inclusion in the democracy.
[The historian Linda Gordon  tells us that] “middle-class whites did not take sufficiently into account the situation of women who experienced racism, low wages, ill health, and dangerous neighborhoods. Those poor and working-class women, in turn, frequently felt that the women’s liberation movement did not represent them.”

For me, this is an extraordinarily skewed interpretation of this piece of history. The women’s movement of the ’70s was spontaneous combustion itself. If ever there was a moment when an idea whose time had come was viscerally present, this was it. The women who flocked, independent of one another, to the movement’s many and varied venues, were drawn – as though suddenly – by an intense and overwhelming need to speak out on behalf of their own experience. Among them were utopians and crazies and churchgoers: the radically reckless and the radically respectable alike. These many thousands were women who had nothing in common except that they were now awakened to their second-class citizenship and were calling out that they wanted equal rights and they wanted them now.

Of course it was primarily white, middle-class, educated women returning the call. After all, if such was your identity, and still you experienced yourself as a second-class citizen, you were a poster child for the women’s movement. On the other hand, if you were black, poor, uneducated – and those parts of your identity were most pressing – you most likely did not see yourself reflected in the movement’s rhetoric and shied away. Many of us had ourselves been born into one form of outsiderness or another – I, for instance, came from the Jewish immigrant working class – and understood the dilemma perfectly. The solution, however, as far as I was concerned, was not to dilute the question of women’s rights by taking on that of class and race discrimination. It was to understand ever more perfectly that history was on our side and to believe that in thirty years those black and working-class women who at this moment did not feel the urgency of women’s rights would be standing where we stood. And so it has turned out.

 

This time around, the visionary years lasted a decade and a half before they began, in the late 1980s, to narrow down to single-issue organizing, the issue now being abortion instead of suffrage.

Fast-forward another twenty-five years, and we’re into what’s called Third Wave feminism – a non-movement movement whose participants seem to bear an uncanny resemblance to the young women who called themselves free women in the 1920s. It does not throw down a gauntlet; to the contrary, its style is free-ranging mockery and provocation. Many in it love calling themselves sluts and bitches, dressing in spike heels and black lipstick, assuming facial expressions that are the equivalent of “don’t even think about it.”

These women practice what seems to anyone not of their generation a kind of virtual rather than on-the-ground politics. They do not march or hold meetings; they go online. Their presence on the Internet is ubiquitous. Smart and sassy, they are marvelously quick to slap down the slightest display of sexism, private or public. For instance, during his second presidential debate Mitt Romney referred to “binders full of women,” and within seconds there were hundreds of angry, taunting posts on the Internet; the next day there appeared a “Binders Full of Women” Facebook page that now has more than 300,000 likes. “Our activism,” said one feminista, “is inseparable from technology.  … Blogs are our consciousness-raising groups.”

Among the most popular of these blogs is Feministing, co-founded in 2004 by Jessica Valenti, who has emerged as a major feminist writer of today’s mainstream media. The site’s stated purpose was to use the Internet to help further what the women of her generation consider the unfinished feminist revolution. Feministing covers sex and pay equity, art and legislation, pop culture and reproductive rights, and is awash in feminist opinion deriving from the daily lives of both staff and readers. Its comments section provides an ongoing conversation – comic and serious, scholarly and goofy – that is today’s equivalent of a political broadsheet.

Throw into this mix the practice of hooking up – that is, sex without ties – and the in-your-face boldness of this generation of feminists is sufficiently established.

[Stanford law professor, Deborah Rhode, in her 2014 book What Do Women Want? wrote,]

“More women must see personal difficulties as social problems calling for collective action. … They need to challenge the gender stereotypes that devalue the competence and commitment of working mothers and that penalize assertive behavior in women leaders. They also need to address the ways that society trivializes and tolerates sex-based aggression. … This is not a modest agenda. … The challenge now is to recognize our distance from that goal, and to build a movement capable of reaching it.”

 

I read these words – words that were once a call to revolutionary arms – with interest and some dismay. The challenge now? Build a movement now? Break the stereotypes of the working mother and the woman leader now? But, I conclude, if they are being written today, obviously they need to be written and attention must be paid to that need.

Right now women’s liberation is in a holding pattern – not likely to recover its visionary impetus in my lifetime.

For me, a 1970s feminist, [this criticism is] a sobering reminder that the only way to keep the faith is to accept history’s need to take the same territory again and again and yet again before the universal fear of change is defeated; and to remember as well that each time around that fear is going to look almost exactly as it did the last time around. In short: it isn’t over till it’s over.

Vivian Gornick is a memoirist and essayist who has written 11 books, all of them in New York City. Her newest memoir, appropriately enough, is The Odd Woman and The City, due to be published in May by Farrar, Straus & Giroux.

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14 thoughts on “Feminism in These Times

  1. Christina Wos Donnelly

    Thanks to Ms. Gornick for good historical overview and analysis, but I agree with Marilyn Hacker, as well. The Women’s Lib movement, as I experienced it in my own small sphere, was a miracle of diversity and inclusion at a time even more divisive than now, a true sisterhood. And look at all we achieved! Sadly, that powerful unity seems lost today, and, with it, so many of the rights we won for ourselves and our daughters are being chipped away at an alarming pace. I’m frightened for my daughters and future granddaughters.

    May I also point out that, after the ERA, many of us left the big national issues to NOW and turned our energies to the pressing local needs of women: the explosion of homelessness among women and children under Reaganomics and welfare reform; legislation to address violence against women (including date rape, wife beating, etc), as well as establishing shelters and support systems for battered and homeless women; rape crisis services and specialized training for police and emergency personnel; support for pregnant women confronted by protestors with violence and abuse at abortion centers, etc.. From my point of view, the Second Wave’s efforts never ended.

  2. Joan L. Cannon

    So much of a woman’s reaction and experiences of “feminism” are connected not only to her socio-economic status, but to the men who have been prominent in her life. The problem with so many huge movements is their necessity of serving the needs of thousands or millions. Perhaps what seems like a dilution of the appetite for reforms is a logical extension of the reality that women are (and for a hundred years or so now have been) recognized as individuals. I was born in the 1920s, my grandchildren are in their twenties, and their issues vary with their interests and their personalities. The cult of the individual (as I’ve heard it called) may be replacing the urge for females to feel they require a new status. I’d like to refer your readers to a book by John V.H. Dibble entitled Sex and War. The two most influential men in my life (predictably my father and my husband of 57 years) never showed the slightest prejudice. It made it hard for me to feel I was truly allied with the feminists of the fifties and later.

  3. Veronica Robinson

    I have a difficult time accepting young women who accept being called -or call themselves- sluts and bitches as feminist. And while I appreciated de Beauvoir when I was in college, Sartre was a nightmare of a man and I’ll be damned if I understand that relationship. So where is feminism now? Certainly weakened by ageism among its own adherents, and through popular culture. Where is it? Where can a 68 year old woman find feminist sisters and in what world can she take a place?

    1. Christina Wos Donnelly

      Hello, Veronica. I’m one myself and also confronting ageism. There are many others. Maybe we should form our own virtual support group?

  4. Catharine Lucas

    Thanks to ms. gonick for saying so much so well – starting a chain of fiercely energizing recall, and for introducing me to Feministing, as a resource and a concept —
    the work never ends, and that’s fine, as long as we are doing it.

  5. Janet Tamaren

    I too lived through those heady days in the early 70’s. When Ms. Magazine was first published and Gloria Steinem explained to me what sexism meant. What a breath of fresh air! Finally, an explanation for differential treatment in school…why being a smart girl was a tremendous social disadvantage in high school. Why careers open to women in the early 70’s were so limited. The financial realities of being a woman and not getting paid enough to raise a child, as a single mother. Today’s young women are just plain confused. They are being told to go out there and compete for a prestigious job. They are told to go out there and be seductive and sexy and sleep around. They are told to find a mate and raise perfect children. That’s a lot of conflicting messages. They do not understand that the birth control pill – circa 1965 — was a game-changer. They have no historical perspective. Perhaps someone could write a book for this younger generation of women: “Feminism for the Millenials.”

  6. S. Schechter

    White, male privilege and patriarchy have been the rule as far back as we can remember. To change something that entrenched will obviously take many movements, each focusing on various issues of feminism, and there are many. The women I know today are strong and determined and have won many battles at home, at work and out in the world and they have no intention of letting up. There are many ways to implement change and I have no doubt that the movement is alive and well. Women are angry, fed up and creating their own businesses, living without men out of choice, supporting themselves and raising children alone better now than ever and they are helping each other to become stronger. Don’t discount what they can achieve. They are not done!

  7. Lenore Hirsch

    I believe the most significant event in my lifetime (born 1946) was the development of the birth control pill. It finally gave women the real choice to plan or put off childbirth, to enjoy sex for its own sake, and to follow their dreams. I would like to see a new move for passage of the Equal Rights Amendment. Perhaps if we have a woman president…

  8. Maria Lambert

    Feminism! what really is feminism? so much has been said and done, but I believe it means different things for different women. I am a Mexican woman who has lived half of her life in her country and the other half in this one. Although educated and grown up in a family of strong and somewhat liberated women, I do not consider myself a feminist. I have seen and experienced too much submission and dependency on the male order that has not changed. Why? because a lot of women in many parts of the world do not have financial independence. How can one liberate oneself and be a true feminist if one depends on men to love us, support us, make decisions and govern? Single mothers are far to0 busy working hard to raise a family, without the economical and moral support of a spouse. Are they thinking about feminism the way Vivian Gornick or Alice Walker or Gloria Steinem see it? No, they are busy surviving and trying to put food on the table. True feminism will come only when women can make their own decisions about their bodies; their money and their will. And when they see themselves as equal to men in all ways. when they learn to love themselves first and when they can love a man without being hurt, humiliated or despised. Is that doable?

    1. Pat Madsen

      “True feminism will come only when women can make their own decisions about their bodies; their money and their will. And when they see themselves as equal to men in all ways. when they learn to love themselves first and when they can love a man without being hurt, humiliated or despised. Is that doable?” Yes, but not until we get over the idea that there is something wrong with calling one’s self a feminist. We will only get to “true feminism” by being willing to take on the label — the identity — that identifies us as wanting to get there. We have to do this out loud and in public. Maria, your vision is wonderful, so why aren’t you willing to call yourself a feminist?

  9. Judith Copek

    I remember reading Vivian Gornick in the Village Voice back in the day. I remember wearing white and marching through Chicago for the Equal Rights Amendment. I remember telling my family that I was going back to school to learn computer programming. Those were heady years, exciting years, and like Ms. Gornick, I do not expect to see them again in my lifetime. In twenty-six years in corporate America working in IT, there was some discrimination, but not as much as I had expected. What I am experiencing now is age discrimination. Nothing is more invisible than an older woman, and God knows, nobody wants to deal with an angry older woman. Ageism runs rampant in our society, and women are the chief victims. And as for youth, ninety-five pound models with matchstick arms and legs set an appalling example for young women. Vivian Gornick is right on, just as she always was.

  10. Marilyn Hacker

    Many many feminists in the 1970s and 1980s did not think the feminism of women of color would have to wait thirty years to emerge , and that very much includes the feminists of color who were engaged themselves in the struggle — Audre Lorde, Gloria Anzaldua, June Jordan, Alice Walker, Alexis de Veaux, Toi Derricotte, Cherrie Moraga, Jewelle Gomez, Cheryl Clarke, DH Melhem, Sapphire, Maxine Hong Kingston — just a few of the names of writers, and that is ONLY writers, that come to mind, many of whom I worked with as an editor, writer, events organizer, and many of whom are very much alive and still deeply engaged. Of course there was dissension and debate, that was one thing the movement was about!

    Likewise, white working class women like Dorothy Allison, Judy Grahn and Minnie Bruce Pratt were and are still intrinsic to the movement.

    Even the poetry editor of MS Magazine in the early 80s was an African American poet who went by the single name Yvonne.

    1. Lyn G. Brakeman

      I agree with Vivian Gornick and her fine historical analysis is helpful I am an Episcopal priest and writer. I tried to get ordained in my church after the vote to ordain women priests was taken in 1976. I was rejected with the rational that it would be a “dual vocation.” I could not be a woman and a priest. It took me a long time to make it and in the process I became a Christian feminist. Now I am seeking publication for my memoir, God Is Not A Boy’s Name. Although the Episcopal Church has done well enough making room for women in leadership, we still do not get the plum jobs; there is still a marriage penalty (assumptions about mobility if you’re married, not to mention being a mother); and a gender pay gap. My memoir tells my story, of course, and also makes a case for a gender-free language for God, whose identity remains steadfastly masculine in image and pronoun. Once this language served the case for divine sovereignty. Today it serves to distorts the biblical image of God, excluding the feminine from mention. It is idolatry to praise and worship a male deity whom we know has no gender. To create a just and loving language for humanity and divinity is a feminist issue. For God’s sake, it’s doable. (I’m hoping that the increased violence against women is one of the signs of the death throes of patriarchy.)

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