September 23, 2004


I finally finished the Muses book, which ended on a un-warm, tenative chapter on John and Yoko, where John sounds perma-stonded and parrottish, Yoko sounds less than genius. I wish, on feminist principle, that there were some less disspiriting examinations of the muse-women, but as the author says, that new feminism has relegated the role of muse to the "lesser of" strata, that feminists don't accept the muse-identity as actualized, or important. I feel like the author herself does not actually like or admire the women the way that she goads us to. Perhaps for the same reason i found myself being saddened or appauled at times about the muses, being relegated to second teir, to as she put it "art wives" carefully managing the households and diets of 'their" artists -- you want more of them. For them to go free and un-hem themselves from the web around the male artists which they largely constructed, or helped to construct, which, aside from Yoko and Suzanne Farrell, none of them really did. Perhaps this is the failing in my feminist-reading, perhaps it is too staid of me, to not acknowledge their success in simply being great inspiration and help-meet. I just feel that that designation has already been too-well perfected and exampled over the last 2000 years. I want scores of mercurial girl-heroes of our own, not more troubled women throwing the switches and towing the genius from behind a burqua-like velvet curtain.

I feel like all of this is part of the reason that the new le Tigre album, despite being, in my measuring, musically, less than what I want, less than what I like: le Tigre made an album that is about the consequence of women's daily life, about women in the man's world, women in their own community, about thriving in community and struggling in it, and identity. Where else are we getting women writing about their own lives, in a way that is meaningful and adequately reflects the complexion and complication in a real way, and not in, say, an Avril way? I do not even love their records, but on principle, I wish they were the biggest band in America, or at least running a little closer to like, Hoobstank's Top 40 terra firma.

Posted by Jessica at September 23, 2004 11:35 AM | TrackBack