Yes, about Barbie . . .
. . . and internalized patriarchy and hope.
One of the many problems with patriarchy is that we often cannot see it, identify it, or recognize we’re swimming (if not drowning) in it. It’s everywhere and illusive, blatant and internalized, excruciating and numbing. Even for all our awareness of patriarchy’s harm, we find it almost impossible to imagine anything else, let alone dismantle it. Carol Gilligan and Naomi Snider speak powerfully to this in their book, Why Does Patriarchy Persist?:
Even as we have developed conscious attitudes of equality, there is a much larger context of unconscious ideas of what women should be that hovers like a ghost, making the transformation to mutuality between masculine and feminine subjectivities much harder than we think it should be.
This is why the Barbie movie is so important . . . and so popular. The “ghost” is exorcised and we are handed, on a very pink platter, a vision of exactly what life without patriarchy looks like. In Barbieland, women run everything, own everything, make every decision, and never apologize for or downplay their intelligence and capacity and strength. They choose themselves at every turn. They are not lacking in anything. They have no sense of not being enough. They do not ever consider themselves too much. And every night is girls’ night. More than *just* something we dreamily imagine, this is a world worth all our effort, all our passion, all our hope.
To move from imagination to reality, from the slickness of film to the grit of our day-to-day, we can take the very same descriptors of Barbie’s world to become increasingly conscious of the ways in which patriarchy impacts our own:
- Do I feel wholly in charge of my own life, my day-to-day, my reality?
- Do I have complete and more-than-sufficient financial agency, power, and freedom?
- Is any and every decision I make defined by my autonomy as well as the full acceptance of others?
- Do I refuse to apologize and/or downplay my intelligence, capacity, and strength just so others (namely men) are more accepting of me?
- Do I choose myself—always and no matter what?
- Do I have everything that men (and people with power) have in ample and assumed supply?
- Do I always know, with unswerving certainty, that I am enough?
- Do I always know and fully believe that I cannot possibly be too much?
- Is “girl’s night” (or any intentionally chosen time for self and/or with other women) a given . . . without the slightest tinge of guilt?
The answers to nearly every one of these questions—for me, and I’m guessing you, as well—are a pretty consistent “No.” Yes, it’s a sliding scale, but still. . . . I hear the voice within that is desperate to rationalize my responses, that wants me to “keep things in perspective,” and that stubbornly says “No, but . . . “
This IS internalized patriarchy, alive and kicking within me—and I’m guessing you, as well. The necessity to maintain the equilibrium at nearly any cost, the desire to honor self but not at the expense of relationship, the deeply-familiar experience of feeling torn; damned if I do and damned if I don’t—no matter what the issue or argument or choice may be. This IS the bind: rejecting patriarchy philosophically, politically, in every way AND simultaneously being caught in its web.
This is exactly what America Ferrera, as Gloria, speaks to in the film’s epic and now much-repeated monologue:
It is literally impossible to be a woman. You are so beautiful, and so smart, and it kills me that you don’t think you’re good enough. Like, we have to always be extraordinary, but somehow we’re always doing it wrong.
You have to be thin, but not too thin. And you can never say you want to be thin. You have to say you want to be healthy, but also you have to be thin. You have to have money, but you can’t ask for money because that’s crass. You have to be a boss, but you can’t be mean. You have to lead, but you can’t squash other people’s ideas. You’re supposed to love being a mother, but don’t talk about your kids all the damn time. You have to be a career woman but also always be looking out for other people. You have to answer for men’s bad behavior, which is insane, but if you point that out, you’re accused of complaining. You’re supposed to stay pretty for men, but not so pretty that you tempt them too much or that you threaten other women because you’re supposed to be a part of the sisterhood.
But always stand out and always be grateful. But never forget that the system is rigged. So find a way to acknowledge that but also always be grateful. You have to never get old, never be rude, never show off, never be selfish, never fall down, never fail, never show fear, never get out of line.
It’s too hard! It’s too contradictory and nobody gives you a medal or says thank you! And it turns out in fact that not only are you doing everything wrong, but also everything is your fault.
I’m just so tired of watching myself and every single other woman tie herself into knots so that people will like us.
It is exhausting, to be sure.1 We know every one of these paradoxes, aches, and demands. And yet . . . we push through, rise above, persist, and persevere. Why? Why do we allow this struggle to continue? Why don’t we REFUSE patriarchy, at least as it is up to us? Why don’t we put an end to any and all of the ways in which we compromise and comply? Why don’t we stop enabling it’s insidious presence and power?
There are lots of reasons, of course. Chief among them is the painful truth that patriarchy is sometimes-if-not-often to our benefit (especially if we are white).2 Gilligan and Snider’s research claims that patriarchy “protect[s] us from emotions and knowledge that have come to feel dangerous or unbearable, [which is] in part, why we continue to embrace it . . . “ In too many ways, especially for those of us with privilege, it can be far easier (mentally, emotionally, literally) to not be in charge of our own life, not have to attain financial agency, not need to make autonomous decisions, not choose ourselves, not believe we are enough, and not do anything that might be perceived as too much.
(Believe me, I’m not a fan of naming this AND I would be out of integrity if I failed to admit the times I’ve defaulted to any number of these beliefs and behaviors instead of stepping up and advocating for myself, not to mention others.)
Complicating things further is that we don’t live in Barbieland. We can’t simply deprogram every woman on the planet and be surrounded by men who are grateful to live in a world where they don’t have to be in charge. Nor do we find ourselves in a story that can be satisfactorily resolved in just over ninety minutes. Real life is far more complicated and yes, to Gloria’s point, “literally impossible” much of the time. But if the Barbie movie teaches us anything, it is that we are more than capable (and deserving) of dismantling patriarchy within ourselves and our world. “And that is an encouraging thought.”3
So, how do we start/continue/persevere?4
We begin by telling ourselves the truth, by acknowledging patriarchy’s certain-and-inbred presence within; the way it impacts us and the way our complicity (even if unintentional) impacts others. We bypass the immediate rush of fear or anxiety that overtakes us every time we consider stepping outside the lines and step outside the lines anyway. We say what we mean, what we think, what we feel without holding back. We accept the credit that’s due, the praise we deserve (and amply, generously, extend it to others). We remember, believe, and assert that we are more than enough and never too much. We heal our own wounds and our own stories, then rewrite them. We do the same for the stories of the matrilineage from which we descend. We dedicate ourselves to constant learning about patriarchy, its presence, its tactics, so we are equipped to do, feel, believe, and vote just the opposite.
Admittedly, to do any of this, let alone all of it, is a lot. But here’s what is also true: We are that amazing, that brave, that brilliant, that strong. Not just on the big screen while dressed in pink, but right here and right now, in this life, yours, and mine.
After I watched the movie a second time, I recalled a few lines from Judith Duerk’s book A Circle of Stones:
How might your life have been different if there had been a place for you, a place for you to go . . . a place of women, to help you learn the ways of woman . . . a place where you were nurtured from an ancient flow sustaining you and steadying you as you sought to become yourself . . . ? How might your life have been different?
Everything would have been different. And in watching the Barbie movie, I believe it still can be. Yes, there’s lots of pink and plastic and humor, but there’s even more possibility and hope. And along the way, an unforgettable glimpse into a world in which women—when not affected by patriarchy—are fully, completely, and unapologetically themselves.
For me, this ideal and yes, this hope, is far more than something we wistfully imagine over popcorn, Red Vines, and a Diet Coke. When WE are fully, completely, and unapologetically ourselves—as real as real can be—that is the very thing, the magic formula, the secret spell that undoes patriarchy’s hold, turns everything rightside up again, and creates the possibility of a happily ever after.5 No longer “literally impossible,” instead, probable, certain, and sure.
May it be so.