YOUNG WOMEN are in. Girls rule, spangly nail polish
and barrets are fashion accessories no girl with breasts bursting forth
from a baby tee can do without, and the Women’s Movement has abandoned
young women to our bad music choices. All those women from the 60's and
70's refuse to let us enter the movement, doncha know.
What the hell is that about?
At the risk of sounding like the Marxist I used
to be, young women must understand this idea as a capitalist conspiracy,
meant to distract us away from the fight for women’s liberation, and lead
us stampeding into the malls instead.
Unfortunately the women’s movement earnestly addresses
this supposed criticism from the youth. (The UN defines a youth as 14-35
years old - no joke.) In the States, Ms. magazine led the way, publishing
excerpts from Listen UP! Voices from the next Feminist Generation. In
Canada, the National Action Committee on the Status of Women worked extremely
hard to make room for young women in recent years. There are magazine articles,
discussions in activist radio, questions raised from the mike at rallies.
At her speech in February, Angela Davis argued the old guard must make
room for young comrades. Feminists criticize the cult of youth, yet we
fall over ourselves to accommodate it in this current incarnation.
Which all strikes me as odd. An activist for about
12 years now, I have access to resources, information and power within
women’s groups and so do any women who make a commitment to the work. In
fact, in the Vancouver women’s movement, there is a large group of women
aged about 28-35 who hold a lot of power and influence in our women’s
groups we volunteer and do paid work for. The number of younger women coming
into influence after us has not decreased: in my organization alone, at
least ½ of the women working are under 25.
Older women (read 36 and up (I’m sorry, sisters,
but that’s the capitalist demographics)) are not hording power. They spend
a lot of time training, teaching, listening, putting up with temper tantrums,
encouraging, learning from younger women. All while continuing their other
work and projects. I saw true joy on the faces of my older women friends
and co-conspirators at Take Back the Night the year Riot GRRLs emerged
in Vancouver. The proliferation of events and strategies led by young women
is great - Rock for Choice is only one example - and older women come out
in force to support this work, lending bodies, ideas, money, and yes, sometimes
criticism, towards their success.
Race and class oppression and their intersections
with sexism slip away too. Women’s oppression is redefined into boxes devoid
of politics; one is now labelled young women’s issues. Instead of the
personal is political, the personal is primary. Young is not just an age
but an inescapable state of being, and it is argued, an oppression on equal
footing with that faced by women of colour and poor women. It simply isn’t
so.
I’m 30, on the edge of young. I gave birth,
raise a child, negotiate complicated love relationships, fight with government
ministers, protest in the streets, pay parking fines, deal with debt, was
on welfare, have opinions on world events, I vote. I have not been a girl
since 1988, but insist on womanhood, my status as fully autonomous adult.
Still, when corporations of various sorts package
their stuff, they consider us girls, no matter how much living we’ve done.
They infantilise us and refuse our agency daily. Unless our choice
is about the newest and wettest lipstick to slick our lips with.
One last clue to the conspiracy in the spirit
of anti-APEC and anti-WTO: North American and European women are busily
and compliantly Spice Girl’d to death, and women half our age work for
1/8 our wages or less to make the damn crap we consume in pursuit of youth
and frivolity.
When those of us considered young participate
in all this ruckus, we refuse equality with older women, refuse our place
as adults in the world. They say to us: We have work to do, will you join
us? Some of us relate as if they just asked us to clean up our rooms,
as if they are our mothers, to rebel against.
It’s women’s oppression we must rebel against,
not other women. All the style and wit we put into our wardrobes can be
harnessed on behalf of women’s liberation. Just think of the
parties when the work is done.
To find out how to hook up to local women’s groups,
call Vancouver Rape Relief and Women’s Shelter @ 872-8212, we’ll send you
a pamphlet or sign you up for training.
