Quote from: interalia on May 09, 2009, 01:38:12 AM
Objectification is the problem. These men see us as objects, not as people. They don't want a person, they want a sex toy. If I am an object, it means I'm not human. It means to that person, my feelings and desires aren't worthwhile and most likely don't count - and if they do at all, not nearly as much as his counts. Once a person is an object in the eyes of another, there can be no relationship, there can be no love, there can be nothing but (ab)use.
First, thanks for the PM. That was really quite nice of you and I appreciate the esteem.
Yet, I don't think objectification
per se is the problem, Inter.
Just like with Genevieve's statements I see what you're driving toward, at least I think so, and appreciate that as well.
But, I have to differ that
objectification is
the problem. If it were possible, imo, in this life on this plane, to NOT objectify even those we have the highest regard and love for then I'd agree whole-heartedly. But non-objectification is an ideal goal, seems to me.
I adore my partner and son, yet I rather consistently objectify them both: one of the best four or five therapists I have ever seen, known of, or heard work. My son is a boy who's musical talent has a very large capacity.
My partner is a great therapist, no doubt. But she isn't "therapist" as if she's only a therapist or somehow defines the ideal captured in that word,
therapist. My son, although quite talented with his singing and his ability with the string-bass doesn't define "talented child." And yes, both are a lot more than just those two qualities. In fact those qualities themselves are made up of qualities that are far more numerous than two.
The very act of giving qualities to anything seems to me to objectify whatever we give the quality.
This is that. The person is everso much more than the quality or series of qualities I give them. And to list their qualities, positive, negative, neutral is to make of them, I think, an object. I am then not appreciating the "thing-in-itself." Or in this case "the person-in-herself."
If I had to try and pinpoint the problem it would be something on the order of being unable to grok that I objectify everything and everyone as they do me as a condition of being human. It's a price of living in this plane.
We imagine an ideal, just like Plato. But, when it all comes down to it, it seems like there is simply the fact of people running into one another and dealing with the world as it is. The ideal is a thought-experiment we use as a signpost for "what I like and appreciate and what I don't."
The problem I see is that we use the ideal as the measure of how we deal with the real. The ->-bleeped-<- says he or she finds me "beautiful" or "a real woman" and I have a huge desire to take that objectification and believe in it's truth because that objectification gratifies me.
If I am not careful and don't take into account what we call "reality" (different I imagine for us all) then I often enough become so enclosed in my own desire that I cannot see that there may be other things at work than simply finding the ideal within myself.
His or her "ideal" may just be finding someone to bed; whether he or she finds me "just another woman" or man, or whether if I am pre-op he or she would like that "something extra." I forget when I gain that gratification of being desired that there are many reasons for that admiration. Many facets to it, many of which have nothing at all to do with the stated reason for the attraction.
It seems to me that that state is universal in human existence. It's great to strive toward the ideal. But the fact remains that I very seldom if ever reach the ideal. If I can be aware of that fact then perhaps I can deal with my life more in the way of living it "as it seems to be" rather than living it as if the ideal has, or could, become real.
All relationship, seems to me, is a give and take of that foundation of the "real" versus the "ideal." If I can keep that to the fore, then perhaps I will be able to minimize the pain I both give others and feel due to others.
One thing seems sure to me: the more I interact with the world the more pain I will both give and take. Yet, my existence gives me no choice but to interact with the rest of the world. Thus, to minimize the pain I think I should prolly try to enjoy in the moment what regard or relationship I am able to have and try to maintain my vigilance about getting all-consumed with the ideal.
Nichole