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I think emulating/honoring someone for everything, is a bad idea in general. Just about everybody's got their mistakes or concessions. No point in lionizing those.
I'm just thinking, lately, about things that are gender-related but not necessarily sexist. We, Tsalagi, used to have a pretty healthy fear of Shawnee women wearing lipstick. Which, on its own, could be considered some sexophobic issue, except that, well, they used to have a habit of putting on lipstick post-combat and eating their kills. Some great psychological warfare there, but I'd hesitate to call it sexist in the normally-accepted usage.
I do know that my reflexive breakdowns of gender are actually more racist than anything else. Because as far back as I can remember, the idea was that the docile, content-to-be-shat-upon woman subservient to her big-stand-up male provider was what white, and other eastern hemisphere-descended, women were like. Now, whether someone put that in my head as a little kid or I developed the notion on my skewed own, it took a long time to shed.
Because that's who I saw under that and apparently happy with it. I could look at my own relatives or ancestors, and it wasn't flying. Except perhaps on the white/married-out sidetangles. Beulah Benton Edmondson Croker wasn't taking this shit. My mom or my great-auntie Lucy weren't.
Even in some very male-skewed tribes, it just wasn't what you saw if you went to town and looked at the eastern hemisphere folks. My auntie Lucy was a trained and proper pilot in WW2, and while it took the government and marketing awhile to admit it, we all knew. And we knew she was tough as hell, that her and her long-term partner ran cattle and would on their own until age won out. Age.
My mom was involved in WARM, she'd jump down somebody's throat in the middle of a meal in a restaurant if she felt justified and was doing it to keep someone else from having to sit and take shit.
These examples aren't to lionize or validate anyone, but to demonstrate why it seemed like the non-Native women who smiled through just insulting male behaviour, who seemed to cheerily move through degrading BS at all times public, were... well, I thought they had to actually be satisfied with it.
As a kid, that's what you judge from, though, if it's outside family: appearance. And it took some time before I properly realized that sometimes, people are just putting on appearances. The capitulation to inane inferiority-insistences, was not necessarily one of these, but, being happy with it often was.
Even being male, I was a mixed-blood, light-skinned Indian - one of the few groups of people on the planet who get routinely ignored in those genetic breakdowns or social demonstrations, unless they put some paper feathers on some kids head in third grade - so I was already set to be lower than dirt what we considered the eyes of the world. The cards were stacked against, and we were, men and women, in it together.
Because women can kill men just as quick as men can kill anything. Because, fundamentally, women are dangerous. Like men are dangerous. And just as useful to getting things done. Just as competent. And I was just raised - and never tried to shake off - that anyone expecting any different should be disappointed. Competency was real big in my family, and presuming incompetence always feels wrong. More now than when I was a kid, but, y'know, kids! Kids is bigoted. Adults ought to've grown up a little. |
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