I cringe about 4th Wave feminism a lot in my spirit , I was doing it on Twitter ( which follow me I ramble their a lot)
I am unnaturally protective of Rihanna , as an icon , as Performer as a WI woman. Possibly because the Bajan/Guyanese thing calls to me BUT I was thinking about it especially since folks have started talking about 4th wave feminism.
Her momma gave a speech and like Kid Fury said if you have ever had or been near an older West Indian ( especially a Bajan) with access to a mike. Let go and Let god. Because they will talk.
But one of the things her momma and she talked about was time. And the need of women of a certain age I hate to say Millenials and 25-35 sounds wrong
To just be allowed to grow .
To make mistakes , to not make mistakes to be paralyzed by fear, to not be leaders , to be leaders and opt out
and not OWE everyone something.
Not happiness not perseverance , not decorum , not leadership.
There has been a boom in declarations about this fourth wave .
And I really can’t stand it .
The fourth wave for all the TED talks and articles about fighting our mother’s or their mothers feminism.
DOesn’t at all talk about WHO are mothers are and what it means to be their daughters.
Gloria Steinem isn’t a mother to me. My mother would have cleaned her house .
I’m not lost on how to be a feminist . I’m trying to survive.
The media may be my medium but by no means is it my purpose. feminism for all it’s talk of sisterhood, doesn’t and will not address the culture of girls like me, who are growing into women who must make choices
Choices that rather than aid we are shamed for.
Intersectionality is a buzzword not a way of focusing on those whose lives live at the intersections.
And when I think of Rihanna I think of this paradox of being a woman who is loved by women , who is held up and supported by women
But destroyed and burdened by them
( and I admire that she can’t find a fuck to give about it )
I think of geopolitics of being West Indian of being groomed as an “exotic” beauty an object of desire from lands where crossing over passing through and desire were just as much an export as rum,or sugar.
I think of being shamed , of being flashed as a whore as a tramp as a slut for being in our bodies as they are in celebration.
I think of anti-blackness and appropriation . of being WI and performing american style music and being given a pass that AA would never get, but being erased in the process. Of being used by everyone as a road to abusing Americans while being appropriated like people breathe air
because your culture is not a culture but a vibe, And how empire spins it round.
And i think of what winning looks like. What we go through.
Of the 4th wave that avoids handily this complexity by saying we don’t know what to do .
Because the ability to not know is built on those of us doing deep calculus on how to survive
I think of your girls pulling you through.
and how that never came in waves