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14 April 2010

Day 18: Leviathan

Leviathan by Scott Westerfeld.  ISBN: 9781416971733.

So, I'm going to talk a little bit about gender here.  Which I know is a touchy subject and may alienate any conservative or old-fashioned readers I might have now or later, but this is a thing that is so central to everyone's lives, whether they realize it or not.  I am a woman, who was born a woman, but honestly I could go either way.  Really.  If I could wake up in the morning and decide to be a man, there would be days I would do just that.  And you know what, I don't think I'm alone.  I don't even think that's an "abnormal" thing.  It would just be another choice, like deciding whether we want to wear sandals or tennis shoes that day, it would be like, "Oh, today is definitely a penis day."

In Leviathan, Deryn/Dylan Sharp dresses as a boy in order to join the British Air Service, and trust me that's not a spoiler.  She seems constantly aware of her gender rather than eventually becoming comfortable with the deception.  But then, she's not a woman who wants to live as a man, but a woman living as a man because she has to in order to achieve her goals.  I occasionally wear men's clothes myself, or at the very least unisex clothing, because I find it comfortable and much less of a hassle than women's clothing.

Also.  I am fat.

Yesterday my friends and I went out to a bookstore, and then they wanted to get some clothes.  I believe the primary objective was underwear, but of course other things were bought as well.  At the last store they actually had clothes that I both needed and...almost fit.  You see, I am a fat woman who has no boobs.  I cannot find bras that fit me properly, even when they are in my size, so finding something that's even close gives me a little glimmer of hope that maybe, maybe I can wear this.  I don't think men have this same problem.  I'm sure there are fat men out there who do have some issues, but it's not the same.

Men typically have fairly similar bodies: your chest sizes don't vary as much as women, you don't usually lack or have very wide hips, and for some reason your butts almost always look good in jeans.  Women have so many variations in their bodies, and I am sadly shaped more closely to a man's than to a woman's body (nearly flat chest, no butt, broad shoulders).  And you know what, I like wearing men's clothes.  Not because I intend to live my life as a man, but because I don't think it should matter.

If they made women's clothing that fit me properly, that hung on my frame as well as men's clothing tends to hang on my frame, I would probably buy it more often.  I would be willing to spend a couple hundred dollars (if and when I have it) on a sun dress, two pairs of slacks, and blouse.  That would be awesome.  It would also be awesome if people would just forget gender altogether, at the very least in the professional world.  You know what; it works.  I've lived in that community.

Antioch.  Oh god Antioch.  Even though gender politics played a large part in my career at Antioch, there were days when I honestly forgot what gender I was.  The only time I remembered was when we would go "outside the bubble" and I had to use the restroom.  Gender did not affect my education, or my work, or my social life at Antioch.  I want that back.  I want to be able to go to work and not have it matter that I'm not wearing make-up or high heels.  I want to be able to go to work and not even have the possibility that it will be whispered that because I'm successful I must be sleeping with someone.  I shouldn't have to work twice as hard as someone else just because we have different genitals.

Everyone should just forget gender at work.  It doesn't matter.  Your work and your personal life should be separate entities.  If you want to get to know someone, invite them out and then you can remember genders.  Based on a working relationship with someone, I can tell whether or not I want to spend more time with them.  If I don't want to hang out with them after work, I certainly don't want to have sex with them; and really, that's the only time gender should matter.

11 April 2010

Day 15: Leviathan

Leviathan by Scott Westerfeld.  ISBN: 9781416971733.

This is one of those books that makes me think about all the other books I've read over the past twenty-something years.  Most of which I've forgotten.  So far I can't say this has been a fairly memorable read, but as I'm only a quarter of the way through the four-hundred and a half pages I'll reserve judgment a little longer. 

Still, I'm enjoying this.  The large print has been easy on my eyes, which is a nice change of pace from the strain of driving (I've finally stopped seeing Volkswagen Beetles when I close my eyes, thank you).  And as far as Young Adult literature goes, this is one of the most age appropriate things I've read in a long time.  This is the kind of book I would have really appreciated when I was between 8-12, where I was reading at a very high level both vocabulary and concepts, but wasn't quite ready for adult reading. 

On the other hand Leviathan is very well suited for this age range I think, and maybe even a little beyond.  There are some complex themes, or at least themes that have the potential to be complex.  The characters started out as very rough sketches, but I get the feeling they'll soon be fleshed out.  The one problem I do have with the novel is that it does that common thing of, "I'm a strong kid because during times of danger I manage not to break down and grieve."  I think this might be a potentially harmful thing to teach kids.  I know there have been times where I've taken the martyr role in my grieving or suffering as a child and I would have been better off to just cry and let my mom hold me instead of keeping it inside. 

It's strange because I find myself more emotional as an adult than I ever did as a child, but then I lived in a very emotionally heavy household with one parent who was incapable of dealing with my emotions, and one who was so busy dealing with everyone else's that I just wanted to give her a break.  Even after my father and brother were removed from the household I felt unable to unburden myself to my mother, which led to a lot of time spent alone when I felt sad that might have been improved by someone else's presence. 

Today I'm almost always on the verge of tears, and every now and again I go to my fiance and let him comfort me and reassure me.  It's terrible that it's taken me over ten years to find someone else to take on this role for me, I should have allowed more people into my life, but reading all those adventure stories where the heroes and heroines aren't allowed to cry, where a lack of emotion was seen as a boon rather than a potentially crippling emotional flaw (which, trust me, it is), made me slow to open up.  This probably prevented me from making a lot of friends, which was difficult enough due to moving around every couple of years.

So someone tell me, why don't we have main characters who are so stricken by grief that they curl up into balls in their bedrooms for hours at a time before picking themselves back up and facing the world?  Is it because crying isn't romantic enough?  I can tell you one thing, I feel closer to characters who mirror my emotions more than I do the ones who remain stoic under all circumstances no matter what.  I read to be reminded of my humanity, not to be whisked into a world of wooden characters and flat emotions.
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