Robyn and I hit the hot topics on Wednesday night’s radio show. I think the most important part of the discussion was whether a man can call himself a woman – without knowing what it is like to experience being a woman – as in Bruce Gender scenario. (Not a typo.) He called himself the “new normal.” Is the experience of being a woman diminished now as well? Show is archived here and on The Liberty Beacon Radio Network
What it Means to be a Woman
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My favorite feminist friend is back and she is swinging! Robyn will join me in the studio again and we are going to be discussing the state of women. Robyn was here at the end of May when we discussed the vaccine issue as a woman’s rights issue.
Here is a little more about Robyn:
Prior to attending law school, Robyn earned a Bachelor of Science in Biology and worked for two years in laboratories researching genetic disease. When her firstborn suffered a vaccine injury at two months old, her conventional parenting went out the window and she ushered in a world of organic food, immune-boosting supplements, Traditional Chinese Medicine, healing oils and non-toxic living. She currently lives in Denver where she advocates for allergy awareness and parents’ rights to make medical decisions for their children without government intervention.
The news has been nuts lately. we have the Bruce Jenner transgender issue and the now transformed Caityln bombshell that appeared on the cover of Vanity Fair Magazine – (am sure all the other glam mags were jealous as hell). Some have posited that there is too much estrogen in the water. Others feel that Bruce/Caityln as a celeb – former Olympian whose pic was on the Wheaties box of cereal for years. I guess if was not on the Kardashian reality show, I might not be struggling with this news so much.
In case you do not know much about the 1 million adults in the U.S. who identify themselves as transgender, here is a good article about the myths that surround this population.
But back to what it means to be a woman…
Then there is the FDA Advisory Panel that gave nod to an antidepressant that failed to get onto the market – but somehow got repackaged and branded and it looks like it will be approved as a “female Viagra.” All of a sudden women not wanting to have sex – because of jobs, stress, kids, and a husband who says “ya wanna do it?” has become a “female sexual dysfunction,” FSD now labeled as HSSD or “hypoactive sexual desire disorder.” See my feature post on this one.
So what does it mean to be a woman? We are shamed at first menstruation, put on steroid synthetic hormones in our early teens before our bodies have a chance to develop its own endocrine rhythm. Menstruation, pregnancy, menopause have all been medicalized. Anytime we raise our hand to say something is wrong we are told “It is all in our heads,” or called “hysterical.” We suffer from PMS, PMDD (a mental disorder), PPD, now known as postpartum psychosis, and maternal mental illness, and now we have HSSD. We have our breasts cut off, ovaries and uterus take out and the growing trend is to have plastic surgery on our vaginas (more on this later).
I have been wanting to share this poem for awhile and I think this post is a good place to do it. The words below come from one of my favorite books entitled: Memoirs of Elisabeth Frankenstein by Theodore Roszak.
In this novel, Elisabeth Frankenstein, wife of Dr. Frankenstein was one of the last pagans to celebrate ceremonial matriarchal rituals while hidden away in the woods with other women for fear of being discovered and burned. These were the last surviving women who saw their matriarchal culture, beliefs and values crucified as they watched what is now known as the greatest cultural shift of all time- the rise of the patriarchy.
Mother Forgive Them! For they know not what they do!
I have this brief time, this hour…….
I am impelled to write.
I will leave these words.
These are not my words.
These are not……
I see the death of the world.
I see great machines in the womb of the Earth.
And I see the mountains crumbling.
And I see the lightning chained and made a slave of men.
And I see great Nature humbled.
And I see the sky roaring with an iron voice.
And I see the Earth sprout a deadly garden of billowing fumes, by tens and by hundreds great blossoming flowers of fire.
And I hear the electricity speak with a million voices.
And I see the men building cities that have no need of sun or moon.
And I see the men turning from the Earth’s fair face to seek new worlds in the void.
I see the lifting into the void.
And I see the void devour the hearts of men.
And I feel the deadly chill of the void descend upon the Earth.
And I see the men conjuring their fantasies out of captive matter.
And I see the men making creatures of their own imagination.
And I see them breeding without women.
And I see monsters bowing down to their makers and rising up against them.
And I hear the rapping at the window and know who is there.
And I hear myself greet my belated wedding guest.
And I hear myself ask for the mercy of forgetfulness.
I see myself stretched on this bed.
I see myself a naked offering.
I see myself the last woman on Earth.
Memoirs of Elisabeth Frankenstein,