Showing posts with label Non-fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Non-fiction. Show all posts

May 2, 2025

MINDBODY: The Mindbody Prescription, by John E. Sarno, MD // The Mindbody Workbook (Vol. 2), by David Schechter, MD with Justin Barker, PsyD

I've been busy over the past couple of years.  In October 2023, I started experiencing pain in my right hip and the ball of my left foot.  The following month, I developed pain in the ball of my right foot.  In subsequent months, the pain extended to my left hip, both heels, both foot arches, and my right ankle.  I was a mess.  Three surgeries, hundreds of labs, blood draws, and imaging tests later, I am sloooooooowly finding my way back to something resembling normal.  I have a ways to go yet, but I finally have more of a direction.  This leaves me feeling less...untethered.

I stumbled upon the Curable app some time ago when I saw an infographic on Instagram about chronic pain and our neural pathways.  It really resonated with me, so I'm sharing it here.  Please look at it; it's very much worth your while.

CURABLE INFOGRAPHIC

I wasn't willing to throw money at something that could end up being snake oil, so I found that they had a podcast that was free - the right price!  I spent some time listening to a few episodes that I'd cherry-picked for my situation and found one in particular to be eerily striking. The guest on the episode described a very similar scenario with nearly mirror symptoms to my own and he mentioned a particular book and workbook that were his gateway to understanding these concepts.  This seemed like a more reasonable starting place to me -purchasing a couple books, after all, won't break the bank- so I did.  And boy, am I glad.

I first bought (and completed) The Mindbody Workbook (Volume Two), by David Schechter, MD and Justin Barker, PsyD.  


This was an incredibly informative resource for me that served as an excellent guide to journaling and reflection on my emotions.  As I neared the end, I looked to this workbook to guide me in what to do next.  Among a long list of other recommended books and gurus in the field of mindbody medicine, one name resounds as the father of the field:  Dr. John Sarno.

Sarno published a number of books before his death several years ago, but I felt that the one that would be most appropriate for my needs was the general guide to mindbody symptoms/conditions.  The Mindbody Prescription: Healing the Body, Healing the Pain is considered one of the proverbial Bibles to this approach.


Sarno's work began in studying chronic back pain and, while his work is certainly illuminating in that very specific field, he later discovered that chronic mindbody symptoms were not limited only to the back.  This kind of pain can (and does) appear everywhere in the body and, sometimes, it's not pain at all.  Sarno suggests that even conditions like digestive issues, allergies, and Raynaud's (all things that affect me) could be due to mindbody disorders.  Maybe yes, maybe no, but I see no harm in considering this possibility.  As a book, The Mindbody Prescription can get rather technical at times, but I can hang.  While I would recommend it to someone suffering from any type of chronic pain that has been enigmatic to biomedical practitioners, I know that the type of personality (e.g. mine!) that is prone to mindbody symptoms can easily become frustrated by the pedantic nature of the book.  Perhaps knowing that ahead of time -and accepting that certain parts may be tricky to follow without an extensive background in researching the medical terms used- is enough to get folks like myself through the muck and mire of a book that can occasionally be as extraneous as this longass sentence.

The bottom lines:
  • Both of the above books are excellent resources that I'd strongly recommend for anyone who experiences "unexplained" chronic symptoms.
  • After finishing the workbook, I joined Curable.  I use the app regularly for education, meditation, and journaling prompts.  It's great and I like the bite-sized exercises that users can access as often as needed/desired.
  • After finishing the Sarno book, I joined Curable's classes/groups.  It's an additional subscription charge (boo!) but it gives me access to classes (both live and pre-recorded), support groups with "people like me", and is still far less expensive than one-on-one therapy.  So far, it has been quite cathartic.
  • I love learning.  This journey has been so very fascinating in a number of ways and I'm grateful to know what I know.  (I just wish it had been on someone else's body, not mine!)  I hope I never need to share this knowledge with loved ones but, if I do, it's there and I'm ready to blather on to anyone who will listen.  
  • I hate that I'm in this situation and have needed to learn what I have learned but an education is one thing that no one can take away from you.
  • I have hit some very low points over the past couple of years but I am steadily coming back.  To be sure, I have had wonderful support from friends and family -without whom much of my progress would have been far more difficult (or even impossible)- but I credit myself with the vast majority of what I have accomplished, learned, and conquered.  Not doctors.  Not surgeons.  Not nurses.  Not physical therapists.  Not acupuncturists.  Not specialists.  Not even family or friends.  Me. 
  • All of this has given me a great level of appreciation for myself and what I can withstand because I am fucking resilient, not to mention a goddam delight.
  • Sometimes hope can be forced, phony, and toxic.  And it's OK to let go of it and embrace the darkness when you need to do that.  Well-meaning people who tell you not to give up hope are rarely those who have had reason to.  And if they have, well then they must be unicorns and good for them or whatever.  But they are not you, and you do what you want.  Plus, they probably lack the highly intelligent but dark sense of humor that you have, so they will never find the idea of having a life-threatening illness in a system that is designed to keep us sick as hilarious as it is.  Their loss.


Still a work in progress...but aren't we all until we die?

March 28, 2025

The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck, by Mark Manson

Imagine a self-important fratty pretending to be a guru and doling out douche-baggy life advice unsolicited at a house party.

Congratulations, you have just read Mark Manson's The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck.

But wait a sec...  Does what he is espousing actually hold water?  Wait, WHAAAA??

Yeah.  It actually kinda does.


In his 2016 book, blogger-author Mark Manson offers "a counterintuitive approach to living a good life", arguing that there are many things about which to give a fuck...but not everything is worthy of our fucks.

I once heard that Finland was one of the (if not the singular) happiest nations in the world.  When questioned about this, most Finns were surprised to hear themselves described this way.  They didn't consider themselves happier than the rest of the world; in fact, some of those questioned considered themselves to be quite broody.  It wasn't until someone somewhere along the line mentioned that, because their expectations are much lower than the rest of the western world's, it was easier to achieve a measure of "success" by their own standards.  We aren't all special or extraordinary.  In fact, if we were, then no one would be special or extraordinary at all.  Are you a janitor?  Great.  An accountant?  Fine.  A high school principal?  Good for you.  The fact that most Finns have realistic expectations for their lives allows them to achieve success more readily, without feeling that they have to accomplish something world shaking in order to be valuable people.  (Side note:  Finland even celebrates its own National Failure Day every year.)  You might say that they lack the gung-ho spirit that we so value in the U.S., but at least they are in touch with reality.  

Anyway, TSAONGAF is rather in line with this philosophy.  We can't all be great.  It doesn't mean we aren't valuable or deserving of love or worthy human beings, rather that most of us will not achieve some colossal magnitude of greatness in our lives.  And that's OK.

You might also describe parts of this book as advice on how to pick your battles.  Maybe not everything is worth your time, effort, attention...or fucks.  Some things are, and you should dedicate your proverbial fucks to those things but, just like we are not all special, neither are the things demanding our attention.

Manson talks a lot about pain and values in his book.  Pain and suffering, while difficult, are formative; change often only comes through such experiences.  Values such as pleasure, material success, dominance through violence/manipulation, being liked by everybody, and always being right are undesirable while values such as honesty, innovation, self-respect, creativity, curiosity, charity, and humility are good.  There is a difference between fault and responsibility and, even when things aren't our fault (e.g. being the victim of a robbery), we are still responsible for our subsequent choices (e.g. succumbing to victimhood or rebuilding our lives).  Another pervasive theme is that of entitlement, which he defines as the idea "that we're somehow unlike everyone else and that the rules must be different for us".  These are among some of the themes addressed throughout this book, though this list of topics is certainly not exhaustive.  

In every chapter/section, Manson helpfully shares stories -both his own and others'- to further illustrate his points anecdotally.  Some stories make you roll your eyes at his obnoxiousness, but he often (quite humbly and surprisingly) comes around to point out his own errors in ways you might not have anticipated.  While I do not disagree with his ultimate points in this book, I do question his credentials.  I'm not sure that being a successful blogger in the 2010s qualifies him as an expert, but I am interested in his perspective.  In general, he makes some excellent points and it's nice to be reminded -even crudely- that some things are just not worth our fucks.

At the end of the day, if you're willing to read it as nothing more than someone else's worldview -one that may indeed prove beneficial- and don't mind some naughty words, it's worth a read.  Clocking in at just a hair over 200 pages, it's an easy book to pick up and read in installments.  Solid toilet reading, actually...and I think Mark Manson would like that idea.

September 16, 2024

Persepolis and Persepolis 2, by Marjane Satrapi

For better or worse, we all remember our childhoods.  The ups, the downs, the highlights and major moments -- it's all there.

Iranian graphic novelist, Marjane Satrapi, recounts her childhood (roughly ages 6-14) growing up in Tehran in Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood.  As a child, Satrapi witnessed the overthrow of the Shah of Iran, the subsequent Islamic Revolution, and the crippling war with Iraq.  Raised by passionate Marxists in a precarious time, Satrapi's unique views of the world were shaped by her family and her environment.  Nevertheless, she was a child and an adolescent girl who experienced all the things that girls do: friendships, nail polish, boyfriends, school, and -sometimes- being too mouthy for her own good.


In the follow-up, Persepolis 2: The Story of a Return, Satrapi recounts her life as a teenage student -alone and abroad- in Europe.  While she was sent to Austria to escape the dangers of war-torn Iran under an intense and extreme regime, her world remained precarious.  She navigated adolescence without the loving guidance of her parents, who had to stay in Iran, and trouble often ensued.  Persepolis 2 brings Satrapi into adulthood, returning to Iran, then traveling abroad once again (this time to France).


It is hard to imagine a coming of age like the unique one experienced by Marjane Satrapi.  Most of us have our own stories, but few of them involve the horrors she witnessed.  Nevertheless, Satrapi tells her story with wit, the dark humor required to survive such trauma, and an amazing cohesion that ties all these seemingly unrelated life events into a continuous story.  

As graphic novels, Persepolis and Persepolis 2 are rather "quick and easy reads", despite the weight of their contents.  While my library categorizes them as Young Adult graphic novels, I would recommend they be reserved for more mature YA readers.  Yes, a teenager could handle it, but they are heavy and, sometimes, quite graphic and/or violent.

Ultimately, these are intriguing reads by a very talented graphic novelist.  Fascinating and informative, hilarious and heartbreaking, I would recommend them to anyone looking for a new perspective or world experience.

April 9, 2024

Absolutely Everything! A History of Earth, Dinosaurs, Rulers, Robots, and Other Things Too Numerous to Mention, by Christopher Lloyd

I love history.  I love reading about it, I love studying it, I love teaching it*, and I love discovering new things about it.  Certainly there are aspects of history that I tend to favor, such as the ancient world of the Mediterranean and Europe in the Middle Ages, but most any bit of knowledge I can gain -especially told in story form- is welcome.

Because I have my favorite places and eras to learn about, it is easy to become tunnel visioned on just those pieces.  It happens a lot for students of Western Civilization; we are so focused on what was happening in England or Greece that we don't realize the things that were simultaneously occurring in Oceania or Mesoamerica, for instance.  Roughly around the time of the Roman Republic's creation, a one Siddhartha Gautama (better known to most as the Buddha) was on a spiritual journey that would lead to the founding of one of the modern world's major religions.  While Gothic cathedrals were being erected in France, Mansa Musa of the Mali Empire was busy making things happen in Africa.  There were a few things going on.

Enter Absolutely Everything!  A History of Earth, Dinosaurs, Rulers, Robots, and Other Things Too Numerous to Mention, by Christopher Lloyd.  


No, not that Christopher Lloyd.  Otherwise, we wouldn't have to read about history and could instead just pile in the DeLorean.


Anyway, this Christopher Lloyd (of Absolutely Everything!) is only slightly less animated than Doc Brown.  Writing for older children and young adults, his voice (both spoken -he reads the audiobook- and written) is full of whimsy and good humor.  He makes a concerted effort to zoom out and consider the big picture of how all aspects of Earth's natural and political history are related: the birth of our planet, its multiple geological and ecological transformations, the historical changes of weather patterns and their influences on the rises and falls of power, our progress -and sometimes regressions- as humans.  It is a vast scope, but I like his approach.  Sure, we gloss over some things and omit others entirely but, when trying to see the entire puzzle instead of just the individual pieces, it's gotta be done.  I would compare it to how movie adaptations of books often leave out scenes or characters, else every book-based film would be 76+ hours long.

Although Lloyd writes in a sometimes annoyingly biased way (e.g. taking some things as fact vs theory), it is a fun read and does a fine job of encompassing an insane amount of material in an approachable and enjoyable way.  (At no point did I need to reach an acceleration of 88 mph.)  It was fun for a new type of book, but I still prefer less agenda-driven series The Story of the World by Susan Wise Bauer.


*I am currently teaching a French conversation course on Antiquity and the early Middle Ages in France.

March 26, 2024

Mata Hari's Last Dance, by Michelle Moran

"Mata Hari" is one of those notorious names that we all recognize from pop culture but, when questioned, few of us could explain this person's identity.  Truthfully, until the past six months or so, I'd had no idea who Mata Hari even was.

My favorite podcast on the planet is Myths and Legends.  I somehow stumbled upon it several years ago and love absolutely everything about it.  Jason Weiser -later joined by his wife Carissa- is a masterful storyteller of some of our planet's greatest hits.  So when I got completely caught up to real time on the current release schedule of new episodes, I turned to one of the Weisers' other podcasts: Scoundrel: History's Forgotten Villains.  It was here that I learned about Matthew Hopkins (Witchfinder General), Cattle Annie & Little Britches (Teen Girl Old West Outlaws), Sarah Wilson (Fake British Princess), Sidney Gottlieb (The Man Who Tried to Control Minds), Sister Virginia Maria (The Murderous Nun of Monza), and Hong Xiuquan (Demon-Slaying Rebel and Brother to Jesus Christ).  It's quite a cast of characters.

Among these interesting -and often deranged- individuals was a young, beautiful Dutch woman named Margaretha Geertruida (Zelle) MacLeod.  Young Margaretha was born in Leeuwarden, Netherlands in 1876 to Adam and Antje (van der Meulen) Zelle.  After falling into financial ruin, Adam abandoned his family and Margaretha's parents later divorced. Antje eventually died in 1891, leaving her four children to essentially fend for themselves or to rely on inconsistent support from relatives.  After a few years and a series of failed attempts at success, a now 18-year-old Margaretha answered an ad that had been posted in a Dutch newspaper: a Dutch colonial army captain 20 years her senior was looking for a wife.


Ahhh, the good ol' days.

Margaretha Zelle married Rudolf MacLeod and the two eventually moved to Java where their marriage continued to suck.  The couple had two children, he drank, was abusive, openly kept a concubine, and was overall just a terrible person.  In an effort to escape the horrors of her everyday life, Margaretha began to pour herself into learning all she could about the culture of Indonesia.  Tragedy struck when, under mysterious (and perhaps sinister) circumstances, both of Margaretha's children fell terribly ill.  Her daughter, Jeanne survived.  Her son, Norman-Jean, was not so lucky.

By this time, Margaretha had joined a local dance company and had continued to study all she could about Javanese/Indonesian culture.  She had even taken the artistic stage name Mata Hari, meaning "eye of the sun". Eventually moving to Paris, Margaretha cast off her old self, claiming to have always been Mata Hari: a princess from Java, born into the Hindu faith and practicing sacred Indian dances all her life.  Given her dark features and deeper complexion (as a European), her public more or less believed her.  Today, we call that cultural appropriation, and it isn't nice.  Our modern sensibilities see her exploitation of a culture for her own gain as an affront, and it is certainly that.  However, one might also consider it a means of survival under the circumstances, and grant a certain measure of forgiveness.  (Or not.  Just the facts.)

But these are not the events most commonly associated with Margaretha Zelle MacLeod.  Mata Hari is known as a seductress, exotic dancer, and femme fatale, perhaps inspiring later artists such as Josephine Baker.  Reading about her life as an exotic dancer and courtesan living in Paris during la Belle Epoque, one cannot help but think of the character of Satine from Moulin Rouge.  Yet even these are not her biggest claims to fame.

Mata Hari was controversial during her time at the beginning of the 20th century.  Her career reached its height when she was in her thirties, late in life for someone in her line of work.  As her performing star began to decline, she gained more work as a courtesan.  But Europe was on the brink of war, and Mata Hari had travelled all over Europe, finding lovers (and bankrollers) nearly everywhere she went: France, Spain...

...and Berlin.

World War I began but, because the Netherlands had remained neutral, Margaretha was able to cross borders with relative freedom as a Dutch citizen.  Still, her movements drew the attention of both sides: Mata Hari had been known to have slept with the enemy.  Was she a spy?  She was eventually arrested and brought before a French military court.  Whether she had been guilty or not, her trial was clearly biased.  There was never any hard evidence provided as to her alleged espionage (beyond her promiscuity and having accepted money from Germans of rank), but she stood accused of causing the deaths of thousands of Allied soldiers.  She vehemently denied all culpability until her dying day stating, "A courtesan, I admit it.  A spy, never!"  Nevertheless, the French military tribunal found her guilty and sentenced her to death within an hour.

From a History Channel article by Evan Andrews:

The question of Mata Hari’s guilt continues to fascinate historians to this day. The documents from her trial were sealed for several decades, but many of the researchers who’ve since studied them have concluded that the case against her was flimsy. Most of the prosecution’s evidence was circumstantial, and her defense attorney was prevented from introducing witnesses that might have backed up her claims. While many scholars remain convinced that Mata Hari was indeed a spy, others contend that she was scapegoated or even framed in order to raise French morale during one of the darkest periods of the war. Nevertheless, the true extent of her espionage may never be known for certain.

So what about the book, Mata Hari's Last Dance by Michelle Moran?


I would probably never have given this book a second look had it not been for the episode of Scoundrel that I listened to on Mata Hari (Exotic Dancer War Criminal).  I was so intrigued and saddened by her story that I was hungry to know more.  I found myself researching her and eventually landed on this novel.  No, it isn't all factual -it is a novel, after all- but it cast a new light based on the author's research on Margaretha Zelle.  Michelle Moran presents us with the story of Mata Hari on the eve of her success through her ultimate demise, using her relationship with Edouard Clunet, the man who would eventually act as her defense attorney, to propel the plot.  (I'm not sure how much of this relationship is fact or fiction, but Clunet was indeed a real person.)  Flashbacks to Margaretha's past fill in the blanks of her history without sacrificing continuity.  As a work of fiction, it's good.  Great?  Maybe not, but certainly intriguing. 

Personally, I'm inclined to believe she was neglected by her family after her father left and her mother died.  She struggled to find her way and, with no guidance or support (and perhaps attachment issues?), she made some bad decisions...like, really bad decisions.  Bereft after the death of her son and the loss of her daughter (that's a separate story), she made more bad decisions.  As a single, fatherless, divorcee in a time when women weren't even allowed to vote (in France), she adopted a lifestyle that afforded her both power and security.  Can you really fault her for that?  I think she was a fool who made foolish choices, but I struggle to see her as a spy.  If she was, she was the worst spy in human history.

Guilty or not, Margaretha Zelle MacLeod (aka Mata Hari) was executed by a firing squad of 12 French soldiers early in the morning of October 15, 1917.  A reporter who witnessed the execution stated that she blew a kiss to the firing squad before they took her life.

Maybe not a spy, but definitely a badass.

March 11, 2024

The Woman They Could Not Silence, by Kate Moore

It has been a minute!  I started this space about a year ago by playing catch-up on the books that I had already read in 2023, and I'm beginning 2024 in the same way.  Illness, injury, a dozen or so holidays, and a move to a new home have all catapulted to the center of my family priorities, and I'm just now beginning to exhale for the first time since mid-October.

As a result of all of the tumult, I have resorted to listening to a lot more books in audio format.  Sit-down reading time has been quite limited with all of the activity and appointments pertaining to the above excuses and, to be honest, my current hard copy selection is a slow moving one.  In spite of its haunting and intriguing plotline, The Marble Faun is tough to get into.  I believe I began it last fall, and am not quite halfway through it.  (I'll get there...)

But audiobooks!  While I'm certainly not new to this format (I've been listening to books since they were available on cassette), I haven't listened to a recorded reading of a book in perhaps a decade or more.  I know I'm behind the times, but a couple of friends recently introduced me to the Libby app, and now I'm hooked.  Months and months ago, one of these friends recommended that I read (listen to) a historical book about an individual whose name was entirely unfamiliar to me. Having never even heard the name Elizabeth Packard, I was not entirely certain what to expect...that is, until I read the book's description:

"...another dark and dramatic but ultimately uplifting tale of a forgotten woman whose inspirational journey sparked lasting change for women's rights and exposed injustices that still resonate today.

1860:  As the clash between the states rolls slowly to a boil, Elizabeth Packard, housewife and mother of six, is facing her own battle.  The enemy sits across the table and sleeps in the next room.  Her husband of twenty-one years is plotting against her because he feels increasingly threatened -- by Elizabeth's intellect, independence, and unwillingness to stifle her own thoughts.  So Theophilus makes a plan to put his wife back in her place.  One summer morning, he has her committed to an insane asylum.

The horrific conditions inside the Illinois State Hospital in Jacksonville, Illinois are overseen by Dr. Andrew McFarland, a man who will prove to be even more dangerous to Elizabeth than her traitorous husband.  But most disturbing is that Elizabeth is not the only sane woman confined to the institution.  There are many rational women on her ward who tell the same story:  they've been committed not because they need medical treatment, but to keep them in line -- conveniently labeled 'crazy' so their voices are ignored.

No one is willing to fight for their freedom and, disenfranchised both by gender and the stigma of their supposed madness, they cannot possibly fight for themselves.  But Elizabeth is about to discover that the merit of losing everything is that you then have nothing to lose..."


What more could I add to that description?  But what baffles me most is how have we never heard this story before?  

If you read the book, you will clearly see that "Dr." Andrew McFarland is a monstrous asshole yet, from 1968 to 2023, he had a mental health center named after him in Illinois.  (Spoiler alert:  They justly renamed the hospital the Elizabeth Parsons Ware Packard Mental Health Center in August 2023.)  How?  How is it possible for a man who openly accepted -sometimes encouraged- the physical and mental abuse of patients (I'll save the sordid details for the book) to be so renowned that it took us nearly two centuries to recognize that he should not have a mental hospital named after him?  A man who once said that patients were never to be trusted, and who openly stole their mail?  A man who willingly admitted people (women) to the institution who were not insane and attempted to hold them incarcerated indefinitely? 

I'll tell you how.  Andrew McFarland was powerful and celebrated.  He was a doctor who answered to no one.  He operated with impunity.  He was white in mid-nineteenth century America.  He was a man.

Whether you consider yourself a bra burner, a Mennonite, a raging lesbian who loves hiking a little too much, or a devout Muslim, one thing is true for us all.  Women have been denied our own history.  In the past couple of years, I have been poring over books and publications that tell the stories of women who, until that moment, were completely foreign to me.  Sure, we've all heard of Susan B. Anthony and Nellie Bly, but how much do we really know about these women?  A paragraph in a history book is hardly enough to explain.  These are the names we glossed over in school for their contributions to society during their respective times, but do any of us know exactly how they changed their worlds -and subsequently ours- for the better?  What did they change?  How did they do it?  What was the cost?  

Perhaps another way of considering the question of how well we know our own history is to consider all of the names we can list of famous men of the past.  Go ahead.  Write them down.  Now list the famous historical women.  There's no comparison when it comes to sheer volume of one over the other.  But let's take it a step further.  How many of those people -men or women- were ostracized?  How many of them were considered heroes?  How do we view them today?  Are they represented as bold world changers or as villains?

Elizabeth Packard had her flaws.  In my opinion, the most glaring fault she had was to be too forgiving of those who had destroyed her life and viciously ripped her children from her.  She was well liked by her community, an excellent homemaker, a doting mother, a devoted wife, and a cook of high praise - even Theophilus (her prick of a husband) said she had no equal.  But perhaps all these learned men were right.  She was, after all, a slightly different shade of Christian than Theophilus (he was Presbyterian, she attended the Methodist church), so she probably was insane and deserved to be locked up for life.

Crazy.  Insane.  Hysterical.  Witch.  All words that are almost exclusively applied to women throughout history, and even today.

I found myself able to identify with Elizabeth in so many ways.  From the first pages of the book, I knew we had a lot in common: moms who fiercely love our kids and genuinely enjoy teaching them and watching them grow; a love of reading, writing, and intellectual discourse; mouthy and outspoken; compelled to defend the underdog; creatures of habit and routine, even in the face of darkness.  We're both stubborn and stalwart Midwestern bitches who enjoy a good flex (readers will note her unwillingness to walk to her demise whilst still maintaining her dignity and propriety as defined by the time period).  At the time of her incarceration, she was close to my current age.  Even her diminutive stature, dark hair, and long features remind me of my own.  I feel like we could have been friends were it not for the 170 years separating our births.

And yet, unlike me, Elizabeth lived in a time where women, minorities, and the mentally ill genuinely did not have a voice.  Sure, it's an ongoing struggle that we all face today, but it pales in comparison to the norms of Civil War America.  Once she finally got out of the asylum, she could not afford to go scorched earth.  In order to enact the changes that she desired (amounting to dozens of legislative bills and laws at the federal level, as well as in numerous states across the country), she had to do so operating under the same set of rules and principles that existed prior to her imprisonment.  The reality was bleak: one wrong word, one wrong look and she could be sent back to the asylum to wither and die, forgotten by family, friends, and history.

So why is it that I had never heard of her?  I'm not a historian, but should that be a prerequisite for knowing about major players in history?  Elizabeth Packard's track record certainly qualifies her as a major player.  I had a public school education and attended a state university, but should I have to take a women's history course in order to learn about some of these people?  Why?  Aren't they important enough for regular history?  Or is "regular" history reserved only for the history of presidents and generals and the occasional token woman?  If that's the case, then maybe we ought to call them men's history classes.  (Now now, don't be absurd.)

The Woman They Could Not Silence was nothing short of inspirational.  Author Kate Moore masterfully crafts the book to read more like a novel than a biography, never suffering the reader (listener) to lose interest.  The adversities Elizabeth Packard faced were noteworthy by any metric, and this "little woman" conquered every single one.  I'm sure she struggled within herself and among trusted loved ones.  I know she dealt with depression brought on by the realities of her existence.  And yet she persevered eloquently and righteously, making real changes all over the country for the forgotten people who suffered in silence behind the iron doors of the asylums.

And Andrew McFarland?  Well, that bastard continued successfully for a time before choosing that "same-day shipping to the Lord" (my friend's words, not mine).  He hanged himself at the asylum where he worked.  But he was the one with the mental health center named for him.

Until now.

October 27, 2023

More Than A Body, by Lindsay Kite and Lexie Kite - PART TWO

I have opted to split this particular book into two separate reviews.  More Than A Body is a dense publication addressing the issues of body image, the objectification of the feminine body, and how these important topics influence our collective and individual psyches today.  PART ONE will outline the book's Introduction and first three chapters.  PART TWO will cover the final three chapters, as well as an overall reflection.  In between each post, you will find yet another -separate- review for an unrelated novel...because I wanted to do it that way.


Note that all quotes (both direct and paraphrased) come from this publication unless otherwise noted.  I have spent a great deal of time summarizing and recapping the points that I personally wanted to highlight and, although I'm sure that I have not followed standard citation protocol to the letter, I want to give credit where it is due.  


PART TWO:  CHAPTERS 4-6, REFLECTION


Chapter 4:  From Divided to United as Women

The fourth chapter of More Than A Body is dedicated to how women are often programmed to see each other as competitors instead of allies.  The result of our cultural upbringing can cause us to "feel defined by how we appear, and so we define everyone else, friend or foe, by how they appear, positively or negatively. [...]  The insidious objectification of girls and women by other girls and women often looks like self-comparison and competition, questioning and commenting, policing and patrolling".

Perhaps the most awakening piece of this chapter is how well-meaning body compliments often do more harm than good.  Yes, you read that right.  Positive comments on someone's appearance, while seemingly benign or uplifting, are still objectifying.  "They perpetuate the idea that we are most valued for our looks and always being evaluated accordingly [...] most of us are complicit without even knowing it. [...]  If you give looks-based comments the power to build people up, you reinforce their power to tear people down."  

Consider this:  All my life, people have commented on how small and "tiny" I am.  Over the years, I've even garnered (loving) nicknames reflecting this.  Year after year, friends and family would fawn over how cute and petite I was, how jealous they were of my skinny little body, and so on.  It was all meant to be kind and I took it that way.  (I still do.)  It gave me a sense of validation.  I felt valued.  It felt good.  Being cute and tiny became a major part of my identity.

But then I got pregnant.

Throughout my pregnancy, I vigilantly monitored my weight gain.  Nurses at my regular check-ups would comment on how jealous they were of me for only weighing X pounds, even at Y months pregnant.  I was "all belly", like a marshmallow on toothpicks.  My itty bitty figure was a badge that I wore proudly and I absolutely agonized over any weight gain, knowing that it was going to be difficult to lose it.  After the birth of my daughter, something became rapidly clear:  I was going to need reconstructive surgery due, in large part, to the negligent pre-natal and delivery care I'd received from my "doctor".  My body was so broken that working out to lose the accursed baby weight was practically impossible.  My self-esteem plummeted, I became depressed (on top of the PPD and hormonal changes!), and my psyche suffered greatly.  My "identity" was suddenly ripped from me because I simply couldn't maintain it due to very normal and natural causes (pregnancy, childbirth, age, etc.).  But, thanks to a world that brainwashes women into feeling guilty if they can't look pre-pregnant within days of delivering a human baby out their twats (or violently ripped from their abdomens), my expectations were demolished.  And I felt like it was somehow my fault.  (Ludicrous, right?)

"Too often, the compliments we receive about our bodies revolve around the ways women have been taught to exist in our world - by taking up as little space as possible."  Being "tiny" was fun, but it wasn't lasting.  It wasn't life-giving or fulfilling or even meaningful in any way.  It was frivolous and, whatever weight I didn't carry on my body, I carried as a burden to remain a certain weight and size.  It was unhealthy, despite outward appearances of "looking fit".  The obsession with calorie counting at every meal or snack, calorie expenditure at every workout - it took the joy out of eating and being active.  My life was a chore full of steps to be checked off a list.  As I've gotten older (and larger), my focus has slowly, but steadily, shifted towards my health.  What can my body DO? (Answer:  It created a friggin' life, what can't it do?)  What does it need in order to do that?  (Answer:  More nutrient dense calories.  Time and space to move and become stronger.  The freedom to look however it needs to look in order to accomplish my goals of becoming more as a human being who gets shit done, not a "human being looked at".)

[Side note:  Lindsay and Lexie Kite do acknowledge how good it can feel to get -and to give- this type of well-meaning compliment about someone's body or appearance.  While they do not vilify this sort of behavior, they do suggest making changes to how we validate one another, focusing more on acknowledging others for their work, kindness, character, or other aspects of their humanity.]

From division to compassion to objectifying compliments, one of the most important takeaways from this chapter is found in the Kites' suggested ways to build up and prepare younger generations of girls.  

From an early age, little ones are taught that girls are here to be looked at.  This is reflected even in the clothing marketed to children and families.  Writer Sara Clemence published a piece in the New York Times detailing this gender divide in the fashion industry, noting how easy it was to find practical clothing for her son (think: pockets, enforced knees, etc.), but how difficult it was to find equally practical clothing for her daughter.  "I found girls' sections filled with lightweight leggings, scoop-neck tops, and embellished shoes.  I scoured the internet for girls' pants with capacious pockets and reinforced knees, and found maddeningly few options.  I eventually realized that, even in an age of female fighter pilots and #MeToo, boys' clothes are largely designed to be practical, while girls' are designed to be pretty... It's not just about avoiding skinned knees, but also the subtle and discouraging message that's woven right into girls' garments: you are dressed to decorate, not to do."

As we dig deeper into the messages we are sending girls and young women, we must also consider the objectification set in place by archaic and sexist dress codes.  While they are often created with good intentions, consider the ridiculousness of putting the burden being a "stumbling block" for a boy (better yet, for a GROWNASS MAN!) on a young girl - a CHILD.  "Society sets rules to regulate the ways female bodies are allowed to appear with the intention of protecting the male bodies and minds that apparently need to be externally (and not internally) controlled."  What, then, about protecting female bodies and minds?  What messages are we sending young girls -many of whom have not yet considered their own bodies as "sexualized"- when we tell them that their bodies are threatening, distracting, and provocative?  By implementing one-sided dress codes, we are removing all responsibility for personal accountability from boys and placing the burden squarely on girls' shoulders.  "If you are teaching the girls in your lives that the primary objective of modesty is to keep themselves covered so boys and men don't think sexual thoughts about them, then you are teaching girls they are responsible for other people's thoughts and that they are primarily sexual objects in need of covering."  This does not mean that there should never be dress codes anywhere, but it is important for them to be equal for boys and girls.

"Girls learn the most important thing about them is how they look.
Boys learn the most important thing about girls is how they look.
Girls look at themselves.
Boys look at girls.
Girls are held responsible for boys looking at them.
Girls change how they look.
Boys keep looking.
The problem isn't how girls look.
The problem is how everyone looks at girls."

Chapter 5:  Reclaiming Health and Fitness for Yourself

Chapter 5 spends a great deal of time debunking the myth that thin and fit are synonymous.  As I mentioned in my own personal reflections on Chapter 4 (above), focusing on thinness is not the same as focusing on what my (your) body can accomplish.  The Kites rightly point to world-class athletes, Olympians, and other unarguably fit people "don't always look like (or weigh like) our cultural ideals for fit bodies".  Yet figure competitions and bikini fitness shows persist with contestants claiming health and wellness.  "These competitions don't demonstrate cardiovascular fitness, stamina, strength, metabolic health, or any other indicator of physical fitness, just a standardized ideal look that is appraised by a panel of critical judges and an ogling audience.  The tales of what happens behind the scenes and in preparation for those leanness-focused events are extreme, and not at all health promoting.  No legitimate doctor recommends severe dehydration, malnutrition, laxative and stimulant abuse, and emergency-level exhaustion for anyone's health regimen, but those are often part of achieving the winning competition aesthetic.  Visual appeal is absolutely not the best way to evaluate health."

By addressing the realities of health and the myths behind movements such as Thinspo, Fitspo, and even "before and after" imagery, we get a clearer picture of the deliberate and profit-driven conductors of this madness train.  Dieting companies and industries gain by our discouragement and feelings of failure, both of which are certainties when trying to achieve an unrealistic goal.  Our failure = their success.  Not cool.  

Even the longstanding go-to tool of all doctors' offices -the sacred body mass index (BMI)- is incorrectly yet continually used.  If you have a copy of the book, pages 210-214 detail the flaws with the BMI scale being used and promoted by the CDC.  They include, but are not limited to: not factoring gender, race, age, body frame, muscle mass, and the fact that it is intended for large diagnostic studies on general populations (not individuals).  And this is the tool being used to both screen and diagnose.  

Rather than focusing on our health from the outside, the Kites suggest focusing on it from within, arguing that "a person's level of physical activity is a better indicator of their health and fitness than their BMI or weight".  By shifting our attention from supposedly "fit" bodies in favor of practicing healthy behaviors (eating a balanced diet, regular exercise, avoiding harmful substances), we can better evaluate how health and wellness feel versus how they (allegedly) look.

Chapter 6:  A Resilient Reunion

In the final chapter of their book, Lexie and Lindsay Kite examine what they call "the business of body image".  They begin by defining terms, explaining the difference between the questions "How do you feel about your body?" and "How do you feel about the way your body looks?"  Ultimately, the expanded definitions of "beauty" in our culture are a step in the right direction, but these efforts to be more inclusive of all body types being considered "beautiful" fall short.  In fact, they often cause even more harm.  "We believe women are suffering not only because of the ways beauty is being defined; we are suffering because we are being defined by beauty. [...] Expanded ideas of which bodies are considered 'beautiful' or acceptable are still keeping a focus on how those bodies look. [...] Validating and appreciating the diversity of bodies that exist, while inclusive and helpful on the one hand, still centers the appearance of women's bodies as their most important feature."

Expanding on the business of body image, we are next introduced to the concept of commodified body positivity.  "This profit-driven knockoff looks a lot like something truly groundbreaking for women, but it's most often a simple rebranding of a product, service, or company, and these companies often continue to marginalize and objectify women and profit from their insecurity."  The Kites point towards ad campaigns driven by companies like Unilever, services and products sold by Weight Watchers and others in the dieting industry, and even the notorious and nefarious Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue expanding which body types are acceptable to pose nude/nearly nude.  This is not empowering for women.  Despite being "branded as body positivity and [subsequently] applauded as progress for women [...], We can't let the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue or any other historically sexist medium be our barometer for women's advancement.  [...]  We want inclusion and representation, not equal-opportunity objectification."

Amen.

But it isn't just the mega companies or the perverts behind Sports Illustrated who stand to gain from our objectification.  Social media is rife with influencers, bloggers, and Instagrammers who stand to gain from this commodified body positivity.  Getting likes, comments, and engaging followers on their platforms becomes currency for these individuals, not to mention "whatever sponsored product is tagged in the photo".  Another predator?  The cosmetic surgery industry.  The list of those who profit from our insecurities as women is endless, and certainly is not in the service of women's best interests.  "Objectification hurts us.  It minimizes us, it distracts us, it drains us.  It always has."  And it always will.

As they wrap up the final chapter of their book, Lexie and Lindsay Kite offer some logical applications in reality of the ideas they present, suggesting that "disconnecting your hopes and dreams from your dream body also expands your own power to reach them".  The world's problems are not solved because you read this book, and people will continue to objectify you.  Sadly, that is not something we will ever be able to change completely.  We must still live in reality, but with a new set of tools designed to serve us in ways that enable us to make better decisions for ourselves about how we interact with the world.  Isolation is unrealistic (not to mention unhealthy!), but the idea is for all people to "sit with the sure knowledge that your body is good" and to "deeply understand that your body is only a fraction of your identity".

Reflection (Final Thoughts)

More Than A Body is not the final solution to the issues surrounding body image in our society.  It doesn't claim to be, but it certainly does serve as a formative point from which I hope many people will find encouragement, as I did.  Still, there are three main problems that I have with the content and ideas proposed by the Kites:

1. It was long, redundant, and sometimes just boring.  This is why it took me soooooo long to get through this book.  Yes, it is dense and very, very important; that I do not argue.  However, it often felt beleaguering and repetitive, stating the same concepts time and time again.  Still, after centuries (millennia!) of having the "beauty = value" narrative drilled into us, I suppose I won't fault the people fighting the good fight 320ish pages of repetition in an attempt to remove all brainwashing.  It has given me a new lens through which to view my own happiness and sense of self.

2.  Lindsay and Lexie Kite deny the "obesity problem".  That's right.  They practically deny it completely and often refer to it sarcastically with quotation marks.  While I am 100% in agreement with them that having fat on the body is both good and necessary, our visions subsequently diverge.  In a noble attempt to disengage susceptible people from eating disorders or obsession over what are indeed very normal and needed features of the (usually female) body, I fear that the Kites have swung too far in the other direction.  People are overweight and obese in this country, and in many other developed nations, regardless of how you define those weight-related terms.  

While the definitions of "obese" and "fat" may be fluid  (the commonly used BMI scale is grossly flawed, as the Kites rightly point out), this excess weight affects other important aspects of our health.  (AND our economy!  Have you heard about how the cost of plane tickets is on the rise, partly due to the fact that more maintenance measures are required to support the extra weight in the sky???)  Although both Lindsay and Lexie do place a measure emphasis on healthy eating and exercise, they spend far more time rebuffing the labels of "fat" and redefining "obesity".  This may be necessary, but what they fail to address is that many "fat" and/or "obese" people are not only malnourished, but undernourished.  Many of these folks are not getting all of the important nutrients the body requires for health and function, instead filling up on processed foods, sugary drinks, and other dangerous and detrimental substances labeled "food".  I do believe the Kites would agree with me on the issue of prioritizing health (which is not the same as being "skinny" or "looking fit"), but completely ignoring our weight as an aspect of our health is not the solution.  It may not be the tell-all indicator that modern western medicine would have us believe, but it still is an indicator.  To say so is not "fat-phobic" and it incenses me that my beliefs on this topic would cause some people to label me as such.  

Do genetics play into weight?  You bet.  Does lifestyle also contribute?  Sure as shit.   Just because weight is sometimes influenced by nature and a person's biological body type doesn't mean that it is never a result of lifestyle.  It isn't all or nothing.  They are not mutually exclusive.  To reject one form of disease (e.g. anorexia, bulimia) in favor of another (e.g. obesity, heart disease, diabetes) is irresponsible.  We must be able to hold both of these truths at once.  They aren't even contradictory.  

3.  I reject the notion that a non-biological woman has the same experience as a biological woman.  Period.  Throughout the book, Lindsay and Lexie Kite make efforts to extend the shared burden of women feeling valued or devalued based on their levels of perceived beauty with non-conforming people, or with those who self-identify as women.  I do not accept this.

To be clear, I do believe that transgenderism, as a concept, exists; that there are indeed people who are born with the "wrong" parts and who have every right to explore what it might be like to live as the opposite sex.  (Spoiler alert, boys: being a woman ain't pretty.)  Personally, I couldn't give two proper shits about what grownass adults decide to do with their own bodies (remember The Lizardman?) and I don't understand why this is a public conversation beyond its reach into childhood and adolescence.  But to pretend to know what it is to be a woman when you are not is offensive, insulting, belittling, devaluing, minimizing, and is the antithesis to feminist philosophy.

In my own short life, men have both denied and appropriated my ideas, my intelligence, my voice, my earning potential, my body, my health, my agency, and my history as a woman; I am simply one of many!  So forgive me if I take issue with a man -whether he identifies as one or not- who seeks to claim my uniquely feminine experience, but my identity is not patriarchy's final frontier.  He is free to become a woman without judgment from me, but don't you dare act like you've always been one by turning my femininity into a caricature.  Bitch, I don't talk like that.  Now lemme show you where that tampon actually goes.

[Side note:  I fully understand that my centrist views and rhetoric may cause people on both sides of the debate to become frustrated with me or to write me off.  Still, I do not believe it is the genuinely transgender folks who are making all the noise in this current shit show, and they have my genuine compassion and support as louder people turn their honest stories into a mockery.]

Do men have negative feelings about the way their bodies are perceived?  Of course!  Do non-conforming people have body image woes?  Yes!  We are all human and experience some level of this in our daily lives.  We all deserve love and respect and the ability to experience the world as souls residing within our bodies, not as onlookers observing and judging our own bodies.  But non-biological women cannot -cannot- claim to have the same experience as biological women.  It doesn't make their experiences less valid, but they are not the same.

Ultimately, I feel that this book does far more good than it does harm.  I can respectfully disagree with the authors on a few points while still deeply appreciating their work.  To speak up against inequality always take courage, particularly if one does so publicly and in opposition to those with power.  Regardless of our response to texts such as More Than A Body, the world will continue to objectify women.  "It is vital to recognize that any culture that views and values women as objects will continue to degrade and devalue us whether we are playing by its rules or not."  Fortunately, many of us (though not all) have the privilege to opt out.  It may be uncomfortable or have consequences, but it seems worth it if we can model to our daughters, nieces, granddaughters, little sisters, and all the littles we encounter from here to eternity what it looks like to live as though we are deserving of love and happiness, regardless of what our bodies look like.  (What a notion!)  What better legacy to pass on to younger generations than "a new, more habitable and joyful environment for ourselves and everyone else - one where we have the freedom and security that come from not just believing that our bodies look good, but knowing that our bodies are good, regardless of how they look"?



August 27, 2023

More Than A Body, by Lindsay Kite and Lexie Kite - PART ONE

I have opted to split this particular book into two separate reviews.  More Than A Body is a dense publication addressing the issues of body image, the objectification of the feminine body, and how these important topics influence our collective and individual psyches today.  PART ONE will outline the book's Introduction and first three chapters.  PART TWO will cover the final three chapters, as well as an overall reflection.  In between each post, you will find yet another -separate- review for an unrelated novel...because I wanted to do it that way.

Note that all quotes (both direct and paraphrased) come from this publication unless otherwise noted.  I have spent a great deal of time summarizing and recapping the points that I personally wanted to highlight and, although I'm sure that I have not followed standard citation protocol to the letter, I want to give credit where it is due.  



PART ONE:  INTRODUCTION, CHAPTERS 1-3

Your body is an instrument, not an ornament.

As a girl growing into womanhood in the occidental world, I have long struggled with body image issues.  My story is not in the least bit unique insofar as the vast majority of women and girls in this country face this same struggle.  Day after day, women and men alike are exposed to images of the "ideal beauty" and the -somehow always just out of reach- #goals aesthetic for the feminine body.  We are taught that our bodies determine our value:  to be beautiful is to be worthy, to be ugly is to be less than.  Even in a culture that condemns fat shaming (arguably to a detriment) and promotes body acceptance, beauty is still placed on a pedestal as something to be obtained and achieved.  At all costs.

In the meantime, "we grow up seeing idealized and sexualized female bodies presented in media as parts for others' viewing pleasure, even in the most mundane or unexpected circumstances."  If you need further evidence of this, you need search no further than Jean Kilbourne's latest edition of Killing Us Softly 4 (free on YouTube).




Our sense of self is split as we become both the viewer and the viewed.  This duality is perpetuated while "we watch from afar as our bodies become our primary means of identity and value."

Self-objectification, the "constant mental body monitoring" that, ultimately, influences how we feel about our bodies, "is informed by a lifetime of messages tying a woman's worth to her appearance."  (See again:  Killing Us Softly 4.)

As twin sisters and PhDs Lindsay and Lexie Kite lay out in their book More Than A Body (above quotes all coming from the Introduction), this sort of brainwashing is pervasive and dangerous.  The idea that our beauty determines our worth sounds absurd but is, at its core, an insidious truth about what we have been taught as children -and continue to teach our daughters!- as a collective whole.  Using a vivid metaphor of the "Sea of Objectification", the Kites argue that "the problem of negative body image then extends to overall negative self-image, becoming a more comprehensive problem than beauty-focused solutions can tackle. [...]  A more effective approach to healing our body image issues needs to reflect the understanding that focusing on the appearance of our bodies is the problem. [...]  Positive body image isn't believing your body looks good; it is knowing your body is good, regardless of how it looks."  

Throughout the following chapters, readers will examine the world around them -from advertising and marketing, to social media and the language we use when speaking to and about one another- through a critical lens.  By challenging ourselves to shift our perspectives, we can perhaps regain the healthy mindset we had as children, "whose lives and hopes and imaginations weren't distracted or limited by envisioning how they looked."

Chapter 1:  Rising with Body Image Resilience

Many of us don't consider ourselves obsessed with our body image.  I certainly did not and, in the traditional sense, I still don't consider myself that way.  I'm not on point with the latest clothing trends (my most recent purchase being a giant narwhal onesie for adults), I almost never wear make-up (I'm lazy and I hate how it feels on my face), and I hate doing my hair (as evidenced by every picture of me over the past decade).  However, if you were to ask me how I feel about my body, my default would be to list all of the things I would change about it.  I'd be taller, for one.  My hips would be narrower.  I wouldn't be so hairy, and the hair on my head would be an entirely different texture.  I would have the body I had in my early twenties (about 25-30 pounds lighter than I am now, which would not be a healthy weight).  My toes would be a different shape (oddly specific, right?).  I have one tooth that would be slightly larger and sit a little differently.  I wouldn't have sensitive skin.  My arms would look as strong as they actually are.  I wouldn't have cellulite or the weird wrinkles that developed above my knees after the birth of my oldest child.  My cheeks wouldn't be starting to sag into the inevitable jowls of my future.  The scar where I had my reconstructive surgeries several years ago wouldn't pucker on the right side.  My fingers wouldn't be so stubby (somehow they seem to have gotten shorter and thicker with age?).  If only I could change those things about myself, then I'd be happy.  

In this first chapter, we are introduced to the disturbing concept of normative discontent as the normal and acceptable truth that girls and women feel bad about their bodies most of the time.  My list of grievances with my body might seem weird or scrutinous to you but, if you're a woman, I bet your list is equally so.  Like me, you are probably your own worst critic.  We are familiar with feeling uncomfortable with or disappointed in our bodies and, as a result, we constantly self-monitor.  Consider:  When was the last time you walked by a mirror and didn't check some aspect of your appearance, even mindlessly?  Did you judge yourself -for better or worse- by what you saw?  Is there any part of your body that you dislike or even hate (instead of hating the profit-driven industries that benefit from your body not fitting a singularly specific mold)?  We will all encounter images or experiences that make us feel bad about our bodies from time to time.  

The goal suggested by the Kite twins is simply to live, instead of watching ourselves live.  This goal certainly resonates.

Chapter 2:  Critiquing and Creating Your Media Environment

I found some of the anecdotes and examples used in this chapter to be surprisingly poignant and personal, almost as if they were written for me.  As we objectively scrutinize (instead of simply scrolling through) the images we encounter all around us or the heavily curated posts on social media, one thing becomes glaringly obvious:  "Most media messages about women's bodies are based on the idea that our happiness, health, power, and relationship status depend upon our consumability - how good we look to others and how irresistibly sexy we are. [...] they normalize our discomfort and make us feel abnormal and subpar in our natural states."  

Yikes.  

Readers are led on a tour -body part by body part- through the unnatural states of "beauty" from which companies profit from our deconstructed parts in need of "fixing".  Standards in hair, brows, eyelashes, eyes, armpits, legs, body hair of all kinds, skin, weight and shape, and cellulite are explored -- right alongside the double standard women face that men traditionally do not in each of these areas.  I submit:  When was the last time a man was judged as "gross" for not shaving the very natural hair that grows in his pits?  Called out for "going native" in his pubic area?  Undergone the often painful process(es) of threading, microblading, waxing, plucking, or tattooing his eyebrows?  Yes, I'm sure it has happened, but it would be highly unusual indeed.

Fear not!  Everything natural about us can be "fixed" through products and purchases!  And if not there, then through digital manipulation.  The most frightening part?  "The earlier we can be introduced to the sea of objectification and feel at home there, the more profitable these companies and ideals will be."  I don't know about you, but I feel deep seated rage when I consider that some rich CEO seeks to profit from my daughter's manufactured and curated insecurities.  

[Quick aside:  We often talk about this "ideal beauty", so let's really consider her.  More than likely, she is tall (but not too tall), thin, tiny waist, androgynously narrow hips, dolphin smooth but with a head of luxurious, effortlessly wavy hair, soft skin (but firm in all the right places), zero cellulite, no blemishes, perky breasts.  If you were to zoom in on this description, you might notice something.  This woman with her tiny waist, thinness, minimal body hair, androgynous hips (...) is essentially a child with boobs.  Ew.]

When we realize that "the same sources that warped [our] body image in the first place" are responsible for our saturation with images and messaging that promote these unhealthy and unrealistic ideals for profit, we can actually find relief.  The "ideal beauty" above can and does exist in nature, but she is a very small percentage of women with this genetic body type.  Most of us will never look like her.  "We would all know if any beauty or weight-loss miracles existed.  They don't."  

For these reasons, authors Lindsay and Lexie Kite urge readers to [paraphrased]:
  • Question and consider what you view, what you post, and the consequences of the time you spend submerged in objectifying ideals and trying to emulate them.
  • Learn the reasons you turn to media that you might not even be aware of -- escape, boredom, avoiding more important things, self-punishment, anxiety, etc.  (They suggest intermittent media fasting.)  Focus instead on what you see, feel, and experience in real life, in your own body, face-to-face with other.
  • Spare kids from facing these challenges [self-comparison, objectification, and the insatiable desire for validation] for as long as possible.  Err on the side of caution by shielding kids from their own independent social media access for as long as possible.  Then, web access should be monitored, restricted, and lovingly guided.
Chapter 3:  From Self-Objectification to Self-Actualization

Chapter 3 begins by focusing on how we, as women, constantly slip outside of ourselves to monitor and evaluate our bodies.  Day after day, countless times each day, we become detached from our whole selves and are left feeling "disconnected from [our] own joy, pleasure, focus, full capabilities, and fulfillment [...]  Self-objectification is the invisible prison of picturing yourself being looked at instead of just fully living."  This effort is both endless and burdensome, with research showing that this constant attention drains us of both our physical and mental energy.

I sent a text to my cousin the other day.  In it, I shared with her that I had recently stumbled upon some photos of myself ranging from about 10-20 years ago.  "You don't realize how much you've aged until the evidence is right in front of your face," I told her.  In those photos, I saw a young, slim, energetic-looking girl.  Her natural hair color is rich and dark and shines and has dimension -- differing vastly from my carefully selected hair color today.  No part of her sags or appears drab.  She wears make-up, her waist is tiny, I scarcely recognize her body as having once been my own as she teeters on being dangerously thin in some photos (those taken while she was in the peak of her running career).  Immediately, I was outside of myself -as the viewer and the viewed- and was lamenting the "loss" of that former aesthetic.  She is so much prettier than I am.  She > Me 

And I didn't even realize I was doing it until much, much later.

It is so easy to get sucked into this false reality where we compare ourselves to others, or even to our past selves, and determine our worth based on what we see.  This comparison to self is what the Kites refer to as Selfie-Objectification.  While I generally hate selfies, the same concept can be applied to past photos of oneself taken by another individual.  "Looking through your selfies [past photos] and evaluating your beauty to remind yourself of your value is the perfect illustration for describing the harmful state of self-objectification."

I had felt pretty in those photos I came across and shared with my cousin.  In most of them, I was well-dressed, perfectly coiffed, and made up for some event (weddings, parties, outings, etc.).  That certainly wasn't what I looked like every day and I can sure as shit tell you that I didn't feel beautiful every day.  Even then, when I was "pretty and perfect", I felt inadequate.  My body wasn't what I'd wanted it to be and I wouldn't find true happiness until it was.  Why not?  Because "body image is an inside issue, and no outside praise for how our bodies appear will ever provide long-lasting confidence and fulfillment."

One of the tragic side effects of self-comparison (whether to others or ourselves) and objectification is that it pits women against one another.  "If everyone is a competitor, no one is really on your team."  We not only objectify ourselves but each other as we compare and compete for happiness.  The tragedy continues as we fail to recognize that we even inhabit our own bodies.  "As adults, our imagined goals in life often include our goal bodies, and many of us can't envision our happiest, most fulfilled future selves without also imagining ourselves looking different ("better") from how we do now."  We fantasize about that tropical beach vacation, but we can't enjoy it without our bikini body.  Can you imagine putting photos from your trip on your family's Christmas card that don't look "beautiful" and showcase your flat tummy and thigh gap?  Remember, "You can be anything you want!  Girl power!  But you better look good doing it, or it doesn't count."

To combat these harmful habits, the Kites suggest turning to conscious self-reflection.  "Stop.  Stop scrolling, stop watching, stop measuring and evaluating and comparing."  Identifying our feelings, naming the triggers, and rethinking our reactions in a conscious way is both beneficial and healthy.  For example:  I saw those photos from my past and immediately felt inadequate, nostalgic, and guilty -- as though I had done something to "lose" that body.  The photos themselves may have been the obvious trigger, but not perusing old family pictures isn't exactly a healthy way to avoid these feelings of negativity.  Instead, I ought to find healthy ways to enjoy looking at old photos without being consumed by this supposed loss.  Instead of falling into depression and despair over how I look today, perhaps it would be better to shift my focus from my appearance (how I looked) to my experience (how I felt).  That was a really fun tripI remember how exciting it was when we went on our honeymoon to New Orleans.  I feel so grateful to have married my best friend.  Isn't that a bajillion times better than the self-piteous I wish I still could wear that dress.  My hair is drab now and I have to work really hard to make it "pretty".  My face looks so old now.  I wish I didn't have all the scars I do now.  My butt has gotten a lot bigger.  Blah blah blah. Shut up, Eeyore!

It is important to recognize the difference between "what is oppressive and what is creative self-expression or simply personal preference" when it comes to grooming choices.  "It is okay and normal to desire validation for how you present yourself to the world."  Taking inventory of how our choices make us feel about our overall worth is one of the first steps to finding this subjective balance for ourselves.  The notions of self-compassion, reconnecting with our "inner child", and exploring a spiritual sense of self are all additional steps suggested by the authors.  

Before taking an intermission from More Than A Body, I'd like to end with a few uplifting and inspiring quotes from the text:

"Your experiences in the waters of objectification are not that unique."

"Truly understand that your purpose, passion, and potential are not elevated or diminished by how you look on the path getting there."

"Your life is bigger than what you look like."

"Your reason for living isn't to be decorative."

"You deserve to feel comfortable in your own body."

May 15, 2023

Discovering French Nouveau! Textbook Series

NERD ALERT!!!!  

I am reviewing a textbook.  This is an official broadcast into how boring I am but, before you shut it down, hear me out.  I am a teacher and this is something of an obligatory post.  Plus, it's technically a book that I read and finished this year (albeit not for the first time), so it deserves a fair shake.

I have taught in various capacities for over 20 years.  To date, I have been teaching French for my local chapter of the Alliance Française (AF) for 11+ years. During that time, I have taught dozens of classes from at least as many textbooks, beginner through advanced. I have developed curricula, put in hundreds of hours writing lessons, developing presentations, and planning ancillary activities. And I have loved all most of it.

When I began teaching for the AF in 2012, I inherited some really crappy textbooks and zero curriculum whatsoever. It was bad. Without any criteria or measurements of progress, the education department had no direction at all. After reconnecting with my own high school French teacher over a summer tutoring project, I recalled just how good the textbooks that I'd used myself in her classes were. So, I integrated them in our program and our student body increased exponentially.

When it comes to French language manuals, nothing beats the Valettes. A French-born husband and American-born wife duo, Jean-Paul and Rebecca Valette have dominated the scene with their Discovering French Nouveau! textbook series, including Bleu 1, Blanc 2, and Rouge 3. (The increasing skill level books are cleverly named after the colors of the French flag: blue, white, red.)


Discovering French Nouveau!  Bleu 1 (2007 Edition)




Discovering French Nouveau!  Blanc 2 (2007 Edition)
*My personal favorite of the three!*


Discovering French Nouveau!  Rouge 3 (2007 Edition)


I love these textbooks, their accompanying workbooks, and A/V materials. The Valettes have covered everything, leaving teachers free to teach! Collating lessons and activities no longer requires reinventing the wheel and scouring scattered materials to complete a lesson plan. The Valette package is the "all inclusive resort" of French language learning. The lessons are clear, organized, concise, and include meaningful practice exercises. Plus, there are loads of pictures!!!

Now, before you laugh off this comment about pictures, consider this: any linguist will tell you that one hurdle that language learners encounter is the transition to thinking in the target language. Our brains often involuntarily translate our thoughts into our native tongue. We might not always realize this is happening, but it does. So, instead of seeing a pineapple and immediately thinking ananas, our brain sees the pineapple, thinks pineapple, then ananas. For you visual folks, think of it this way:

Our brain does this:

 >>> Pineapple >>>  Ananas

When learning a new language, we want it to do this:

  >>>  Ananas

The idea is to get our brain to skip the middle step, causing us not only to speak the new language, but to think that way, too.  This phenomenon leads to higher proficiency in the target language.  It's the same as when we learn to speak as infants.  When a child learns a new word, they aren't shown the word in a different pattern of writing.  Using the pineapple example, we might show our children a picture of a pineapple, point to it, and say "pineapple".  Our child might touch, taste, smell, or see a real pineapple, reinforcing the word pineapple in his/her brain.  The brain, in turn, associates the word pineapple with the object itself.

To circle back around to the textbooks, using pictures isn't just about improving the dry, boring textbook aesthetic, although that is certainly an added bonus. Within the Discovering French Nouveau! series, both Bleu 1and Blanc 2 especially use imagery as a focus for introducing new vocabulary. This is magnificent for both retention and word-object association. Sadly, it happens less in the Rouge 3 book; I'm not sure why this is.

Another great advantage to this series of manuals is the incorporation of both reading and cultural activities. Learning a new language isn't just about memorizing vocabulary and grammar rules. To truly learn, one must also experience culture, history, and geography. All three of these textbooks include excellent culture lessons, both embedded within the lessons themselves and as inter-unit readings/activities. In addition to these, there are excerpts from literature, poetry, history, and music from around the Francophone world. All of these readings and activities are presented with increasing complexity to mirror a student's developing skill level.

Unfortunately, the series is no longer in print (the most recent editions being from 2007, pictured above) and neither are the web resources. Still, the content continues to be relevant, and used versions are always available on Amazon. For French language learning, I can offer no better recommendation that Discovering French Nouveau.

FIN

April 17, 2023

La Steppe Infinie, by Esther Kautzig

A decade or so ago, a fellow French teacher in my area was retiring and she bequeathed me a carload full of materials.  Literally, I hauled the contents of her trunk -full to the brim- up three flights of stairs to my tiny one-bedroom apartment.  It was a treasure trove of novels, books, CDs, and so on.  I have since then shared the wealth with my own students, keeping a few novels for myself.  There are still a handful of them that I have yet to read, but one that I stumbled across a few weeks ago was La Steppe Infinie, by Esther Kautzig (b. Rudomin).


Originally published in English under the title The Endless Steppe (1968), I had somehow never heard of Esther (Rudomin) Hautzig; her story wasn't even remotely familiar to me.  A Polish Jew during WWII, La Steppe Infinie is something of a coming-of-age story that calls to mind The Diary of Anne Frank.  Equally true, Hautzig shares her story with us through the lens of hindsight, putting pen to paper about 20 years after the events she describes.  (Yes, she survived.  Spoiler.)  The result is a fascinating memoir of shock, tragedy, loss, hope, desperation, courage, and survival.

A ten-year-old daughter of a wealthy family, Esther is the only child of two educated and refined parents living in Vilnius, Poland (now Lithuania).  Esther's family occupies an apartment in the much larger mansion-like home of her paternal grandparents.  Hers is a privileged life surrounded by the aunts, uncles, and cousins who have the same living situation.  Fancy dresses, beautiful toys, gardening with grandpa, extravagant parties and outings, a private governess (nanny? teacher?), everything a girl her age could want...is all suddenly torn from her life as two Russian soldiers burst into her family home, arresting her grandparents, parents, and her for being capitalists (read: successful business owners) in 1941.  At gunpoint, they are given just moments to gather their belongings before being transported to some clandestine location.  At the station, Esther's grandfather is separated from the group and sent to a work camp.  After an abrupt and tearful goodbye, the remaining four are loaded into cattle cars -along with some familiar faces from around Vilnius- and their long journey to somewhere begins.

After weeks of living in squalid and claustrophobic conditions on board the cattle cars, Esther's family and the rest of the surviving passengers finally arrive in BFE Russia.  Because they have long since passed the Ural Mountains, they know that they are somewhere in Siberia.  Observing the arid landscape around them, the plateau seems vast, strange, and frightening.  Almost immediately, everyone is put to work in the gypsum mines.  Fortunately, they have arrived in summer, before the fabled Siberian winter sets in, but winter is never far off in Siberia.  Even under the scorching sun with the warm winds whipping around and the flies biting, winter is on everyone's minds -including the locals'- because summer farming means winter survival.  As such, Esther is put to work in a potato patch.  At the end of the day, she rejoins her parents and grandmother in the barracks they share with the rest of the Polish slaves.   Indeed, they are the lucky ones, because they haven't been sent to the Nazi work camps like many of their family and friends.  

But the tides of war change and, with it, the allegiance of the Red Army.  No longer an ally of Nazi Germany, Russia has joined with the United States, the United Kingdom, and France, along with others.  But Poland remains occupied by Nazi forces, and the Rudomins must remain in Siberia.  While they and their fellow Polish exiles are no longer prisoners, they must now adapt to living as refugees until the unknown end of the war.  Or death.  Whichever comes first.

Their exile ultimately lasts for five long years, during which the Rudomin family experiences both the unimaginable and the mundane - often at the same time, somehow.  Esther goes through puberty and, as she herself states [my translation from the French, back into English], "The heart of a young girl is indestructible.  In spite of the cold and the hunger, in this land of exile, mine beat wildly.  I had fallen in love for the first time."  In short, Esther experiences her first crush, reminding us that the everyday still happens, even when you're starving and freezing in Siberia.

No detail appears to be withheld in this candid account of life on the steppe.  Scares with the Russian secret police (YIKES!), hunger, cold, fear, and longing are abundant in this story, but humor is found in strange places.  A mesmerizing read, La Steppe Infinie was a difficult book for me to put down.  I appreciate Hautzig's straightforward and direct narrative style (especially when I'm reading in a different language), and her story -while moving and unbelievable- is a simple one that will remain with me for years and years to come.