Sunday, January 31, 2010

More of What is Hidden

Thinking more about what's hidden in plain sight. What do you see here?



Since I'm reading alot of feminist theory, I'm thinking about how women are hidden in plain view - they are hidden as individuals, they are hidden as 'people', and their forms of communication are also hidden. Men might say "secret" - not because we try to hide it - but because men have not learned/been taught the signs that women recognize. There are plenty of books and journal articles out there about the forms of communication used by an underclass. Yiddish, for example, uses many words from the German language, but twists the meanings, so that what a German would have heard and understood would be entirely different than what another Jew heard and understood.

As in most communication, most of the signs in hidden languages are non-verbal: its in the posture, the inflection, the particular pattern of how 'innocuous' words are placed together. Since this communication is not known/seen by men - it often is considered not to exist. "You're imagining it" is a response. "I haven't seen that" is another. Yet... it is real. And, impossible to "prove".

I've been in situations recently in two of my professional roles where women in positions of power/authority have been using that 'secret language' to abuse their power and authority for their (supposed) benefit. They disrespect, dismiss, and disempower the other women in their realm in order to please/impress/gain more power with the men who have greater power and authority in the situations. They do it for financial gain, they do it for ego gain, they do it to walk over those they see as weaker, they do it because they are so aware of their own weaknesses and vulnerabilities and have never found another way toward their own strength.

On the one hand, I feel kinda sorry for these women. Their desperation for acceptance from the outside, especially from men, rather than the inner knowing of their own self-worth is pitiable. On the other hand, I am not interested in standing by, quietly, when I see this kind of abuse going on. Speaking up, however, has its own dangers.

If these were younger women, I might take them in hand - judiciously model better behavior, have conversations about the effects of their own behavior. I've done it in the past. It's been effective. But, these women are peers - in terms of age-group anyway. I'm no longer interested in saving everyone I come into contact with - I give everyone a chance to show me that they have basic integrity and respect for others. I give them a second change - sometimes even a third. But after that - I'm done. And, quoting Joni Mitchell, I'm like a mama lion - and I have the desire to protect my territory when I'm able to do so.

When my open hand and open heart are met with veiled (and not so veiled) insults, when I see women abusing other, younger women, I'm not interested in teaching them better behavior. If they haven't learned through life experiences by now - they ain't gonna. Unless each individual is personally and deeply motivated to make changes in their own thought and behaviors - nothing that someone on the outside does is going to make a damn bit of difference.

I spent a good part of my adult life hiding. I know what its like. I know how hard it is to change. I know that changing is worth it. I know that I'm not interested any longer in hiding. My communication is open to the levels permitted in each situation. And if I can't say anything productive - I don't say anything at all. That, unnerving to others, is also a form of communication. It may be silent, but, it's not hidden.

(What did you see in the image above? 
Pretty pebbles - or chocolate? 
Something hard and dry - or something soft and sweet?)

Saturday, January 30, 2010

What's Hidden

Busy, busy, busy.


And, even better--I'm learning how to deal with it...go with the flow...enjoy most of the moments no matter what I'm doing.

I've created a new website from scratch for my advisor's NSF final grant report on Science, Society, and Superfund (the link is on the sidebar) and its simple but effective. Like me? Perhaps. I've also entirely updated the BHWC website - well, not really entirely - but I did give it a new makeover an reorganized stuff. That was fun. It's on the sidebar as well.

I'm plowing through a renovation of the BHWC database ... it's one of those forever projects, like that poor guy who eternally pushed a boulder up the steep hill--Sisyphus. We all have projects like that.

My classes this semester are really great. I'm so excited by the readings I get to do: wolves, literature, semiotics, linguistics, philosophy, ethics, environmental communication, marxist theory, feminist theory, visual communication, nature writing ... I have four pages of references for my thesis proposal - and it grows every time I pick up a new book and find something else I want to explore.

Last week I had conversations with a few of my professors about how the way we choose to label things often hides other things. Not a real surprise to any of them. So - when I real the phrase "environmental problems" over and over and over and over again, I get cranky. That's because we don't have environmental problems - we have people problems.

The environment isn't going around making trouble--trashing playgrounds, slashing tires, beating up old ladies in the parks, stealing handbags. No, the environment is doing its best to cope with the people. People who are trashing forest, streams, and oceans; people who are slashing the earth wide open to mine for minerals, diamonds, and coal; people are beating up on responsible hiking trails with their four-wheelers; and people ... people are stealing the future.

By saying that we have "environmental problems" we are hiding our own responsibility. When I read that phrase, over and over again, I kept thinking of an abusive relationship. The abuser says "you've got a problem" and the abused one keeps trying to figure out how to change themselves, adapt to the situation, to fix themselves so as not to exacerbate the abuse. But, at some point one of three things can happen: the abuser kills the abused one; the abused one 'snaps' and kills the abuser; or ... the abused one walks away.

Is that where we are now with people and the environment?