Feminist Sweepstakes


As a slightly younger person, I used to believe that everything that was popular had merit; that if someone could make music, or write a book, or portray a certain persona, that there must be something extraordinary about that person, and that even if they didn’t fit my personal tastes, they must have some kind of talent or intelligence exponential to my own. The more I learn about popular culture, the more I learn this is not true, and increasingly so in the age of the Internet and DIY celebrity.
But this isn’t entirely the fault of our talentless idols; the onus for their acclaim rests largely with us more humble folk, the unquestioning masses that are desperate to idolise. We’re gagging for it; to put someone, anyone, up on this pedestal. Maybe because in our Warholian reality, any one of those shiny super stars could be you or me. Or maybe, just maybe, there are those of us out there who are as guileless to genuinely believe that some people are just better because there are cameras on them.
And hence begins my rant about Lana Del Rey and her most offensive video to date, the almost unbelievably idiotic “Ride”.
Lana Del Rey embodies every socially instritutionalised attitude towards women (by both women and men) that I find absolutely and unequivocally repulsive. It’s a poor, irresponsible standard for idols of her stature to set, and it makes me blind with rage. And I feel like I need to be vocal about it because every time this misguided young woman comes out with a video that other young women swoon over, deifying Lana, posting photos of her dead doe eyes across social media and romanticizing her image, it feels like everything I’ve ever wanted for women of my generation, and for the generations that will survive us, is slipping away.
What’s more, it bothers me that there’s very little conversation surrounding such sinister portayals of women by women. Of course, everyone was up in arms when Kanye West publicly called his girlfriend a “bitch”, and rightly so. The discourse surrounding the gaffe even prompted Kanye to (predictably) take to his Twitter to (unpredictably) philosophize that maybe he was wrong using such anachronistic vernacular to describe a woman. When Lana shows an equally sexist outpouring however, by comparison, there’s relative silence. And this is more dangerous; the assumption that just because a woman does it, it can’t actually be detrimental to women.

Lana Del Rey’s “Ride”, from what I can tell, is a story in three parts:

1. A young woman with a severe mental illness, whose favorite book is On The Road and who “identifies” with Rolling Stones/heroin addict era Marianne Faithfull, “lights out for the territory” because of some grave injustice she’s faced in her life or maybe just because of her sexy, unchained, unpredictability;

2. On her journey, she has sex with a bunch of men who are all at least twice her age, many of whom are in bike gangs or have some violent propensity. It’s unclear as to whether or not she is actually being a prostitute (but she is), regardless of which, she appears to have a heart of gold;

3. In the end, she engages in some hipster racism, wearing a Native American headdress for no discernable reason while destroying things in the desert, finally declaring herself “wild” and “free”, voiced over one particularly disturbing scene of a man chasing her and grabbing her around the ankles as she scrambles away.

Right now I’m reading Chuck Klosterman‘s Fargo Rock City, and in it there’s a lot of talk of the bravado that goes hand-in-hand with rock music; the posturing, the boozing, the sex and the violence. I think that conversation applies rather pertinently to our friend Lana, who appears to have missed the “Firework”/”Run The World”/”Born This Way” empowerment train and instead has opted to glorify self destruction and patriarchy, in much the same way as (sorry Chuck) out-dated rock stars before her.
Beaten and broken, Lana makes for a romantic hero, looking flawlessly doll-like as she drinks and smokes too much; soft and innocent as she turns tricks, and disturbingly serene as a putrid old man boffs her from behind against a pinball machine. There’s also a terrifying scene in which Lana, Lolita-esque and child-like, sits inert on a old man’s knee as he brushes her hair. Why not throw in a healthy dose of pedophilia?

Lana, in short, buys into a creepy culture that’s the direct antithesis of feminine empowerment; although I feel like I need to disclaim that assertion: I call bullshit on the enforced polarity (virgin vs. whore) of women in popular culture, it’s unfair and archaic to ask women to exist as either a hero or a victim, when there’s such a broad spectrum of states of being in between. Having said that, I still believe Lana Del Rey’s “Ride” to be the biggest ass fart of a music video I have seen in a long time; I find it gratuitously offensive to women.

First and foremost, Lana attributes her only “summers” and her only fold memories to the gross old men she sells herself to. And so I ask: Why the dependence on men for happiness and fulfillment? Why men in particular? Why doesn’t Lana find the same comfort in other women? Doesn’t the absence of women intrinsically imply a. a sense of competitiveness between women or b. worse, that women don’t actually need one another at all? Moreover, why doesn’t she find any value in her own company? Why aren’t any of these men reliant on Lana? Why doesn’t she call the shots instead of being vulnerable to their every masculine whim?

What Lana is selling isn’t necessarily an untruth. Whether or not you believe she’s a prostitue in this stupefying video, we’re all guilty of trying to fill our lives with superficialities (men we should be ashamed of and drugs and alcohol) to defeat whatever absences and demons we carry around inside us. But that’s not the point; the point is that Lana is consistently glorifying and glamourising what I can only call “mental illness”. She makes destitution covetable and depression sexy as she transforms into this deeply scarred creature whose wild ways aren’t destructive but editorially cinematic and gorgeously tragic.

The video ends as it starts, with Lana’s inner monologue. She says, whimsically, ”I believe in the country America used to be. I believe in the kindness of strangers… I am fucking crazy, but I am free.” Lana is presenting herself to us as the modern Blanche DuBois, and as a contemporary incarnation, does the original no favors. Blanche’s tragedy was ultimately that she had no choice, silenced and abused by her society and those closest to her. “The country America used to be,” Blanche’s America, was dark, lonely and prejudiced by a suffocating patriarchy.
But Lana, on the other hand, has a choice. And I would have preferred it if she hadn’t chosen to glorify tragedies as consuming and ever-present as the ones addressed in her video, offering a string of men as a woman’s only solace, without an empathetic or intelligent compass to guide the narrative.



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"…Television is unbelievable! We now have to genderise everything. There’s ‘chick flicks’ and ‘boy movies’, differentiated as though there’s gender emanating from an object."

Kay Bussey, Macquarie University.


Hi everyone,
I know the posts have come to a sporadic stop, but my real-life uni degree has taken precedence over my blog life.
In the meantime, feel free to ask me questions, or suggest ways to procrastinate.

How strange the internet is!
"Standards of society of physical perfection seems immutable and ‘right.’ Our bodies seem variable and ‘wrong.’ But once we see the machinery behind the facade of perfection, society turns out to be, like the Wizard of Oz, a frightened little man behind a curtain. We can change him. Indeed, we are him."

Gloria Steinem

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"Having high standards is one thing, but holding anyone to a higher standard than you would hold yourself is a fundamental exercise in hypocrisy."


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"It would be logical to assume that people who claim to value all human life from the moment of conception would fiercely support programs that help disadvantaged children and parents. Sadly, this is not the case. Surveys show that, on average, people who are strongly opposed to abortion are also more likely to define themselves as political conservatives who do not support domestic programs for poor families, single mothers, people of color, and immigrants. They are also opposed to overseas development assistance in general, and to specific programs for improving women’s and children’s health, reducing domestic violence, helping women become more economically self-sufficient, and lowering infant mortality."

Loretta Ross, The Color of Choice: White Supremacy and Reproductive Justice 

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August 2010
My attempt at an illustration.  Words from V.G.I by Julie Ruin, which is a great song if you’re into that kind of thing.
"You learn that the only way to get rock-star power as a girl is to be a groupie and bare your breasts and get chosen for the night. We learn that the only way to get anywhere is through men. And it’s a lie."

Kathleen Hanna

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Stomp & Holler, Northampton MA. October 22, 2011

Heteropatriarchy ensures male right of access to women. Women’s relations - personal, professional, social, economic - are defined by the ideology that woman is for man. Heteropatriarchy is men dominating and de-skilling women in any of a number of forms, from outright attach to paternalistic care, and women devaluing (of necessity) female bonding. Heteropatriarchy normalizes the dominance of one person and the subordination of another. Carol Pateman argues that social contract establishes men’s political right over women and orderly access by my to women’s bodies.

The logic of heteropatriarchy includes the invisibility of lesbians, the construction and tolerance of dominant male violence together with intolerance of female violence against abusers, blaming the ‘feminine’ victim, and targeting a group of men as predators against whom dominant men can ‘protect’ chosen women, most notably in peace-time USA, black men.


Sarah Lucia Hoagland

From Encyclopedia of Feminist Theories


I think the word we need to remove from our everyday vernacular is the word “raped.” I think the word raped gets thrown around far too casually. You ever listen to a bunch of guys playing video games with each other online? It’s like, “Ah man you shot me in the back dude. You raped me dude!”

I’m pretty sure if I talked to a woman who’s been through that horrific situation and I said, “What was it like you know being raped?” She’s not gonna look at me and go ,”Have you ever played Halo?”


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Just as a quick aside; in regard to the previous question, which makes reference to the ‘subtle nuances of female oppression’… I don’t think that the 44,100 people aged 18+ in Australia (not to mention the huge number of children not encompassed within this statistic) in 2005 alone consider being brutally assaulted; sexually, physically, and psychologically, a ‘subtle nuance’ of the still omnipresent Rape Culture, or an insignificant event in comparison to Consumerism.