I’m reading the second part of Lidia Falcón’s autobiography, and I’m stunned at how often women hate having the female body. And also how often they used to mistake this clearly neurotic dislike for feminism. (Today they don’t do that, and instead, take puberty blockers and chop off their breasts.)
Falcón hated menstruation, pregnancy, and childbirth. Not for any ideological reasons – she wanted children and was excited to have them – but because of the physical discomfort. It’s normal to dislike pain, of course. But have you ever met somebody who suffers from, say, kidney stones and that causes him to curse his humanity and wish he were a butterfly because butterflies don’t have kidney stones? Wouldn’t that be pathological?
My pregnancies and childbirth cost me enormously more than what Falcón’s healthy young pregnancies cost her. Of course, I wish I never had gestational diabetes and PUPPS. But they never caused me to wish I were a man. It’s normal to want not to have PMS. But it’s not normal to react to painful PMS with an obsessive desire to be a man. Right? Or is there something I’m not getting here?
It’s an excellent book, by the way, in spite of the long passages on how horrible the physical aspect of femininity is.