Ponder this: a human uterus in active labor exerts the
equivalent of 397 pounds of pressure per square foot with each contraction. In
fact, all things being equal, which of course, they rarely are, your uterus, my
uterus, most every human uterus on the planet, has evolved to be the single
strongest, most powerful muscle in the human body. And not surprisingly, I
haven’t heard many people whining about that fact, since the very existence of
our species - at least for the time being - pretty much depends upon our
collective uteri being sufficiently awesome, tough, and brawny enough to be able
to do their jobs.
On the other hand… when it comes to women being physically
powerful, demonstrably muscular and visibly strong in contexts outside of reproduction, apparently, there’s
a problem, at least in terms of what our current body-shaming culture is
willing to put up with. If you doubt this, just lend your ear to the
body-shaming critique unleashed against Serena Williams, by most accounts the
most powerful and spectacular woman tennis player of all time. If form really
follows function, it’s no wonder that Serena’s success at the pinnacle of her
game remains legendary.
While it used to be bedrock “truth” that thinness - a
lack of visible body fat - was the arbitrary standard that all women were
expected to achieve in order to be considered sexually attractive, these days,
there are other ways to instigate the body shamers’ wrath. Judging from their
critique of Serena Williams, we of the uterus-having crowd shouldn’t be too
toned, powerful, splendidly muscular elsewhere
– at least not in ways that the rest of the world can see.
Of course, if that kind of thinking wasn’t so sad and
hurtful, it might actually be laughable. But in light of all the wisdom about
the importance of being fit, it seems to me that when powerful, sturdy, agile,
and inimitably fit female bodies are derided for being somehow too masculine in form and function and
therefore, not feminine enough it
seems we’ve sunk to a ludicrous and depressingly monodimensional new low.
Of course, this particular attack from the body
shaming police has been a part of the public discourse for quite some time now,
especially as it pertains to Serena Williams and to a lesser degree, her older sister
Venus, ever since they - with their beaded braids and coffee colored skin
- overtook the white world of tennis by the
grace, skill and ferocity of their game back when they were pre-teens.
Both personally and professionally, I’ve had more than
enough of the body shaming venom directed at these women and others like them
including mixed martial arts champion Ronda Rousey and other women of their
disciplined kind who’ve done the grueling labor required to develop their
entire exquisitely powerful female bodies way past the threshold of sinewy
perfection.
Critics of these women seem to wallow in the notion
that body types such as Serena’s - firm and flexing with the symphonic power
of thickly muscled arms, legs and thighs - simply exude way too much power to
be sexually attractive and “feminine.”
Really?
What’s not feminine about maximizing, sculpting,
accentuating one’s physical prowess? What’s not feminine about being proudly
unapologetic about having the focus, discipline and determination to reach
one’s personal best? What’s not feminine about legs thick and powerful enough
to enable a woman to leap and soar - to seemingly become airborne? To charge
towards her goals with enough power and drive to reach them with energy to
spare? What’s not feminine about having biceps and deltoids strong enough to
enable a woman to reach for the stars – and attain them, stuffing them up
beneath the hem of her skirt for safe-keeping?
It seems to me that criticism like this is simply
coded language for what’s really going on here, the need on the parts of some
to punish these women for just not being conformist enough to stay within the
margins of what we’re taught are the gender norms. After all, powerful women
aren’t so easily controlled; visibly powerful women remind us of that every
time we lay eyes on them. And in the arena of sports, wherein the visibility of
athletes is a critical part of the allure, the rippled tautness of
well-developed female muscles is an in-your-face reminder of the tenuous hold a
patriarchal system really has on the status quo. In other words, women like the Williamses and Rousey, whose visible strength and power are the material
inverse of some outdated notion of the “weaker” sex, can be seen as leveraging
their powerful selves on behalf of all
women - not just themselves.
And then there’s this: For some folk, it appears that
there’s a willful refusal to recognize the overt sexuality inherent in powerful
female bodies.
In fact, paradigms for femininity that privilege thin,
slightly-built, undefined female musculature reside in the view that it’s fine for women to be strong - powerful, even - so long as the source of their strength
and power remains unseen.
And what better way to attempt keeping physically
powerful women duly chastened than to assail their notion of their own inherent
desirability? Embedded in all this is the unmistakable view that if a woman
simply must be powerful, dominant and
strong, she most certainly shouldn’t
allow herself to look that way. Transgressing this imperative means she
forfeits her right to be seen as feminine… Desirable… Sexually attractive.
Even today, it’s apparently quite fine for women to
have physical strength so long we don’t parade before crowds of ardent sports
lovers, lest the body-shaming police assert that we’re inexcusably out of line in
upsetting the social order. And most certainly, Serena’s intentionality is
important here. While genetics play a role in determining individual body
types, the kind of muscularity and toned definition she displays are quite
obviously the result of will-power, focus, discipline and endless exhausting
hours of hard work.
Perhaps had she simply been born this way the hateful critiques might have been lesser in number. But the fact that Williams has the steely temerity to deliberately transgress the boundary between what are perceived as the standards for male and female body types angers some folk all the more.
Perhaps had she simply been born this way the hateful critiques might have been lesser in number. But the fact that Williams has the steely temerity to deliberately transgress the boundary between what are perceived as the standards for male and female body types angers some folk all the more.
Add to this troubling stew the very nature of the
sport in which she participates; singles tennis is a solitary endeavor. All spectator
eyes are on the lone contestants, a single human being on each side of the net.
For better or worse, they are the stars of their individual shows. And in such contexts,
for a woman - of color, no less - to deliberately transgress the norms when she
knows she’ll be the focus of undivided attention, speaks of an inner strength
that others might seriously envy. And of course, such a woman should fully
expect to be chastened; should fully expect to forfeit her claim on female sexual
desirability as her punishment, right?
Let’s be clear: Somewhere embedded in this
extraordinary mash-up that we fondly refer to as US culture, we are acutely
aware of the age-old necessity that women’s bodies remain resilient, powerful,
strong throughout our lives. In our traditional - and socially sanctioned -
female roles of child-bearer and nurturer, strong bodies enable us to carry,
bear and care for our young. When our societies were overwhelmingly agrarian
and women worked in the fields for endless, backbreaking days on end, powerful
bodies enabled us to do what was required, oftentimes while simultaneously
toting offspring on our fronts and backs. While this is still the way of life for many
women globally, in those scenarios and times in the US, when the fitness of
female bodies served exclusively to uphold the well-being of families, having demonstrably well-developed
musculature was a commended and indisputable asset.
So perhaps what’s going on here is the sad but
inevitable push-back from society’s body-policing trolls who adhere to the view
that it’s perfectly fine for women to be physically powerful so long as we do
it without threatening the male-normative status quo by actually looking powerful. In other words, it’s
permissible for women to be physically strong in the service of our
traditionally approved roles of child bearer, nurturer and even helpmate to our
male counterparts so long as we don’t flaunt
that power in visible (read: threatening) ways. And for heaven’s sake, we
certainly don’t want to flaunt that power in the performative arena of
competitive sports – an arena in which many males had hoped they would
predominate when all other areas of human endeavor had succumbed to the call
for gender equality.
As a 64-year-old woman academic of color, my seat in
the arena affords me a particular view. For me, women like Serena, Venus and
even Rousey who are roughly the ages of my three daughters, call to mind a time
in the dawn of the history of human kind when the power of women warriors was
deemed an asset to the entire community, when one’s uterus wasn’t the only attribute
of a young woman’s body lauded for being powerful, muscular and strong. And for
Serena in particular, there’s been a more systemic sort of body shaming animus.
Long an aspect of star athletes’ world, product endorsement contract offers
have been considerably fewer for her, since certain companies believe her body
type is unattractive to their target demographics.
So sad… Still, we know all too well the socially
constructed boundaries that pertain to women’s bodies: We shouldn’t be too
tall. Too fat. Too hairy. Have gapped teeth. A thick waist. Thick legs. Biceps
too developed… and on ad nauseam.
But the reality is this: Serena and others like her who’ve toned, trained and disciplined their female bodies to the awesome, stunning height of physical perfection are welcome role models for untold numbers of female children. Happily, among them are my two spectacular granddaughters, babies now, but who show every hopeful evidence of loving, exalting, being proud of their exquisite bodies – powerful and perfect, resilient and unencumbered by suffocating gender bias - and that, thank the Universe, is as it should be.
But the reality is this: Serena and others like her who’ve toned, trained and disciplined their female bodies to the awesome, stunning height of physical perfection are welcome role models for untold numbers of female children. Happily, among them are my two spectacular granddaughters, babies now, but who show every hopeful evidence of loving, exalting, being proud of their exquisite bodies – powerful and perfect, resilient and unencumbered by suffocating gender bias - and that, thank the Universe, is as it should be.
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