Three Men and No Women
I am currently reading Three Men in a Boat by Jerome K. Jerome. This book was highly recommended by a voracious reader (a cousin), who claimed it to be very funny.
And true to my cousin's word, the book is funny. There are parts where I can't help but smile, and some parts where I just have to laugh. The people around me may think I'm crazy, but there's a perfectly logical explanation for my assumed insanity. It's Jerome's style, his words, the sequence of events, and his caracterisation.
Unfortunately, there is one aspect he fails in (according to me). The portrayal of women. Most of the women as shown to be dressed in pretty and delicate outfits, or like people who easily get frightened. And there's more... but I don't want to get into details.
Portrayal of women is a very cliched topic, which comes up repeatedly wherever there are intelligent and concerned people. There are numerous seminars are held, myriads of books are written, and a couple of accusation letters or complaints are lodged. A few such things are reported in the press, but on the whole, the women on TV, print or Internet remain the same. Then there is a lull in such trying-to-make people aware activities. And out of the blue a demeaning ad or movie or soap opera springs up like a jack-in-the-box, and the topic is again discussed like there's no tomorrow.
And then there are those who say, "It's all about money, honey! I make something, I get paid for it, my employees get their bonus, that's all I care about, that's all I'm supposed to be doing." There are others who say, "People are intelligent. The choice is theirs- either they take it or they leave it."
But we yet go on and on, saying it is derogatory, unrealistic, irresponsible... and whatever else that can be said. I wonder why, in spite of no significant action taken, people still continue complaining. Because they know that some day they can make a difference? Maybe. Or because they feel it's their inherent duty to declare what they feel is wrong? Could be. Whatever the reason, I feel it's the approach that's wrong. A bit of sarcasm would help- like the Duryodhana awards for example.
I don't blame Jerome. It was innate for his generation, and his gender(!), of that generation, if not this one!
Where are the Germaine Greers and the Flavia Agnes's? Or the Bronte sisters and Louisa May Alcotts? As for Charlotte Perkins Gilman, I doubt there'll ever be another like her!