Saturday 25 June 2022

Review of 'A Sentimental Education' by Hannah McGregor

It is a brave academic who can abandon the prestige associated with being regarded an objective theorist, and represent her emotional involvement in a text, all the while analysing it deeply. This book of essays is a loving interrogation, with recurring themes such as feminism, white supremacy, queerness, fatness and sentimentality woven throughout. It stands on its own as an academic text but it’s obvious that the non-academic reader is welcomed.

Hannah McGregor begins by acknowledging the Indigenous people of Vancouver, and exploring what it means to have a history of cross- (and inter-) continental migration. What does it mean to be a white settler who is informed by Indigenous multi-generational claims to land? Does being rootless contribute to white people’s invasiveness to the Indigenous? “I read once that settlers fetishize* relocation as an ideal because so many of us have lost the connection to our home places. It’s a pathology to disdain staying put, a pathology of whiteness.”

Another remarkable insight into the affect associated with white privilege comes in a later essay, where she writes of  'my own limitations as a white woman, grappling with the recognition that, even in my most intimate relationships, I cannot assume that I understand the experiences of my friends who are Black, Indigenous, or people of colour—indeed, that my desire to hold everything, to empathize with every experience, is an extension of the logic of whiteness and its desire for universality.’ As a white woman with anti-racist intentions, this made me think about letting go of my need to make all the cultural practices of people of colour legible to me, and prioritise a culture of respect – for myself, and for others – first.

Hannah traces her interest in elevating the rights of marginalised groups of people back to her feminist mother, who also modelled many admirable qualities, including abrasiveness. This stood out to me because if we are to do away with tone policing, being an abrasive feminist subverts expectations of people-pleasing and respectability politics, and becomes a subversive strategy of empowerment. More people should read their mothers as texts, embracing the specifics of their upbringing and thus problematising 'the view from nowhere'. 

In an academic world where podcasts are still regularly seen as 'low culture', it's refreshing to find that 'A Sentimental Education' positions them as instrumental to self-discovery. I have never listened to the popular ‘This American Life’ one, but the essay ‘Getting to know you’ made me curious about the episode ‘Tell Me I’m Fat’. According to Hannah, the spoken narratives of Roxane Gay, Lindy West and Elna Baker here are only offered as valuable to a certain extent – the host positions them as worthy of empathy, but an empathy which has its limits, and some subtle fat-shaming undermines it. Furthermore, the podcast is more geared towards providing the listener with infotainment, than it is to calling people to political action. Through engaging with ‘Tell Me I’m Fat’ at different times in her life, Hannah goes from feeling seen to being disappointed, but is able to recontextualise her initial enthusiasm for it as an important step towards activism.

Fans of the author's own podcasts, ‘Witch, Please’ (which is both a fan’s and a critical scholar’s engagement with Harry Potter) and ‘Secret Feminist Agenda’ (in which she explores the meeting point between theory and practice, otherwise known as praxis), will find insights into the processes behind them. Podcasting is represented as a gateway to different affective worlds and collaborative relationships, a welcome departure from the limitations of academia, while also reinvigorating the academic practice. One of the concepts associated with podcasts is that of relatability - something which we encounter every day in our consumption of popular culture, but rarely look at self-consciously.  

Perhaps the most notable aspect of the essay on #Relatability was the description of the knowing subversion of it in Carmen Maria Machado’s memoir ‘In the Dream House’. In a heteronormative world where there is little space held for healing from abusive queer relationships, ‘In the Dream House’ is preoccupied with reliving a traumatic event while being only able to show fragments of it at any given point. To draw Machado’s text out from this complex essay which moves seamlessly between many texts and a myriad of attendant themes is perhaps to do it a disservice, but I must start somewhere.

And I must end somewhere: I recommend ‘A Sentimental Education’ for its fascinating treatment of subjects close to the author’s heart. It’s not just the #Relatability essay that is rich, complex and expertly woven: the same can be said for all of them. If something I’ve written about here captured your attention, you will find much more like it within this fabulous and thought-provoking book.

*The negative view of fetishisation could unfortunately be seen as kink-shaming.

Wednesday 22 June 2022

All the people I could be

A couple of years ago my dad gave me a lecture on how I should learn to be a better liar from the perspective of self-preservation. I found this intervention unnecessary and offensive. In addition to being a bad liar I have a pretty good bullshit detector, and it's precisely because I'm looking for genuine responses that I can sense the gaps and silences in someone intending to deceive. In other words, I've made peace with wearing my heart on my sleeve. 

But I never could have arrived at such an understanding of myself if I still believed in astrology. Why? My personality archetype was supposed to be able to keep their emotions well-hidden. It seemed a tendency towards secrecy was written in my stars. I would have to navigate a world in which I was one of the most closed off people, which would inspire more open types to be suspicious of me. I would be misunderstood for wanting to be beneath the radar. 

It was with huge relief (that I was at first afraid to examine too closely) that I let the fixed personality system dissolve from my consciousness. I became more of this (conspicuously open and vulnerable), and less of that (certain about who I was, or who other people were). I now believe that personality changes over time - introverts can become extraverts or vice versa, people can go from being extremely open to experience to being more on the cautious side of the spectrum, and so on. The world is as complex as I dare imagine. 

I wouldn't change my past addiction to categorising people into those twelve boxes, because it offered me some beautiful tools. In my first semester of university, I painted my room according to how different elements interacted with each other in my chart, and for a long time afterward my personal space was like a music video backdrop. I wouldn't want to take the fun of that back.

But is it ever so sweet to realise that I can be wildly creative outside the system! And yes, I can hold a space of compassion and non-judgement for the young person who was looking for guidance, certainty and belonging through the best tools they could find at the time. It becomes easier to do this as I go. 

When I think about the sort of person who's compatible with me now, I think: Are they highly intelligent and deeply kind? Are they sympathetic to people who struggle with mental health problems? Do they understand that gender is in the mind, not the body? Are they willing to re-evaluate long-held beliefs? I feel empowered to appreciate people of all kinds of personality configurations now! 

Saturday 18 June 2022

Girls' souls and patriarchy

In the Finnish coming-of-age film 'Girl Picture', a girl, Ronkko, feels uniquely deficient. No matter how she approaches lovemaking, real pleasure remains elusive. She has tried communicating her wishes through moans alone, and when her friend advises her to speak her mind about what she wants and she acts on that, her one night stand complains that it's unsexy to follow 'a manual for the genitals'. 
It's clear to us that the boy putting her down simply has no clue how to pleasure her and feels insecure, but Ronkko can't help but feel depressed. "There must be something uniquely wrong with me," she confesses to her friend. 
I was immediately reminded of the feminist podcast 'Unfuck your brain', where Kara Loewentheil describes a phenomenon of women from all walks of life coming to the conclusion that there is something fundamentally lacking deep within, because they keep getting pushed about by patriarchy. Whether our ideas are ignored, interrupted, plagiarised, or our self esteem is subject to everyday crushing slights and degradations, girls and women have a raw deal. It takes access to the right information and people to stay ahead of the game and radically re-evaluate your self-worth. 
'Girl Picture' represents the poison that society shells out to teens, and has a glorious depiction of an antidote, too: Ronkko's friend, Mimmi, enthuses that Ronkko is a 'goddess! A curly[-haired] goddess!' I forget the exact words used, but Mimmi sees her as wonderful, attractive and worthy. It's in turn wonderful to see this representation of female friendship, and I hope I will watch more films like it in the near future. It makes it easier to vocally appreciate the women I am friendly with when I see love-ins like this. :)