Hello there. One person left comments since this thing begun. Hi Cheryl.
Originally when I started talking about Maggie Fuller's essay I engaged a small debate between some female friends. I really didn't mean to start a cat fight because what interested me about the material was the spiritual relevance, not necessarily the feminine issue. Don't get me wrong, the implications and the state of affairs of a world dominated by a force which is clearly masculine and violent has significant ramifications for women. And women ARE female...duh...so they have a direct link to that force which balances nature's opposite--masculine energy.
It is understandable that the surface was scratched by the nail wearing set and even Maggie herself wanted to see women take their rightful place along with the pigs that were ruling the scene. Well, pigs still rule, unfortunately, but I certainly can't get enough readers to make sense of me trying anymore to make my point.
So when it all started for me, about half of the women (I think only one person actually read her essay and maybe most of them read the synopsis which I posted as kinds of cliff notes) felt strongly about feminism and half seemed to be content with us stuck in stagnant mode--true civil society be damned. One strong supporter knew all along that I was really interested in the underlying issue--I'll call it the logos of the matter. I think (though I'm not particularly well educated on these issues) that this particular group was getting hung up on the pathos. I think Margaret Fuller was pretty good with her use of ethos.
As it turns out we've come a long way with women's rights, though there is much more ground to cover. I think we've reached the point in evolution where we are probably suppose to be. It seems logical to me that it is impossible to be some place other than where we are. Does that mean we are where we need to be? Heavens no. But we're here, like it or not.
I'm bummed tonight because I think there is need for a good conversation and for progress to take place it will require that we engage. But obviously I don't have the goods. Noticing this is a frustration that I'm not equipped to overcome. I was prepared to lay out a game plan, to include prescriptions. But hell, I can pick up the phone to talk to Cheryl or my old friend. So this blog is sort of a silly thing.
That is me as Yoda. I thought everyone would be able to tell. But I've learned that people don't notice. I'm crumbled by that. That is the joke. Me talking to women as if I were a Guru serving a private heram puppy treats at the peak of their hunger. It is a joke within a joke actually. And now the joke is on me.
I'm out of here and won't spend much time on Facebook either. I really appreciate you few and sincerely thank you for your patronage. But it is quite obvious that I'm not a writer. If I were there would be readers.
Oh and one last thing. I don't think it is time for square blocks to be pushed through round holes. Not that I'm ahead of my time. Just that the pigs are winning.