Monthly Archives: April 2014

Evolutionary Feminism?

This semester, I decided to submit to the fact that I have to take more than a few science courses for my Art and French majors (hello Gen Ed debate), so I decided to knock out one of my GN’s and take an Anthropology course. Guess what? It’s my favorite class I’ve taken all year.

It’s called ANTH216: Sex and Evolution. Okay, yes, I’m taking a sex class, but it’s a super interesting, science based sex class that I would recommend to everyone. Dr. Puts is an extremely engaging lecturer who really knows his stuff, and the material spans from understanding basic biology like heredity and genes to learning about why marriage exists as a human universal. Taking this class has really helped me understand why the world is the way it is. It’s helped me answer questions I’ve had since high school concerning the discrimination of women, and here, I’ll explain the theories evolutionist scientists have come up with to answer one of my questions. Keep in mind that social scientists would answer these questions in completely different ways, and that here I’m just looking at the question from an evolutionist’s perspective.

Before that, though, I have to preface the discussion with the introduction of something that’s called the naturalistic fallacy. This is an idea that basically says just because we can explain a phenomenon through data/theories/science, it doesn’t make the act morally right. For example, just because scientists have ideas that explain why rape evolved to become an act that humans do, it doesn’t make raping someone morally right (obviously). Yet, understanding the situations in which rape occurs can help us educate others and create a society in which the frequency of it occurring reduces. Keeping that in mind, here is a question I grew up wondering about as a young woman in high school:

 

Q: Why are women pressured to physiologically look a certain way while men are considerably less pressured in this area?

A: In regards to investing in offspring, men and women have very different roles that they can perform. Women are the only ones that can physiologically invest in their offspring; only they have the capacity to become pregnant and perform gestation (breast-feeding) for their newborn. Women can also invest economically in their offspring, providing resources such as money and good home. Yet, men cannot invest physiologically in his newborn, so he can only support his offspring through the resources he gives them. Knowing this, scientists have hypothesized that when choosing mates, women would prefer men who could provide sufficient resources for themselves and their offspring, while men would prefer women who show that they are physically able to invest in their offspring. This means the woman would ideally be youthful, healthy, “beautiful” (meaning their facial features are symmetrical and their skin is clear and healthy, both factors showing that they contain few harmful parasites in their bodies), and physically capable of carrying a child to term. This last factor can be viewed in men’s preference to a certain waist to hip ratio. Before I explain what this means, take a look at these lovely ladies below:

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Which do you think is the most attractive?

In this study, men consistently found that the first woman in the second row (“N7”) was the most attractive. This woman has a waist to hip ratio of 0.7, and she has a normal weight. With this ratio, a woman is more likely to successfully conceive. An increase in 0.1 in waist to hip ratio decreases the probability of conception per cycle by 30% (Zaadstra et al. 1993). Interesting, right?

Another study that demonstrates male vs. female preferences:

Females almost always prefer that a male has great earning potential (to economically support offspring) while men almost always prefer that a female is physically attractive and young (to physically support offspring).

So my question was answered: men are subconsciously basing a woman’s beauty off of their ability to conceive and give birth to offspring so that child will carry on their genes. This can in part explain why in our society we put much more pressure on women to look beautiful, and why we have more ways to enhance her look to make her look more youthful, beautiful, and healthy including botox, augmentation of breast size, liposuction, and the adding of fat to the buttocks or cheeks.

Learning this brought a huge breakthrough for me. It may not just be that our societies are putting pressure on women to fit a certain look, although they are in part to blame for the intensity and frequency of which women are reminded to look a certain way. In fact, as humans, we have been evolutionarily designed to look for certain things in mate in order to ensure our genes are successfully passed on through our offspring. It’s been engrained in our brains, and even though we may not consciously think about these things when choosing a mate, our subconscious “wirings” in our brain play a huge part in that decision.

I don’t have a solution on how we can change our societies to pressure women less. If men were the ones who carried babies during pregnancy, we would pressure men more to physically look a certain way. Now that I know this, I’m comforted in a weird way; I always thought the world was unjust, pushing women to insane lengths to change themselves physically, and yes, our society is still in part to blame. Yet, humans are the way they are now because we’ve evolved to increase our reproductive success. That’s just the way it is, and that’s not really going to change. I hope in the future societies will bring more and more empowerment to women, but for now, I’m just content with the fact that one of my many questions about life is about the closest to being answered than it will ever be. In short, I’ll take it for now.

 

 

 

La Fin

For my last post, I guess I’ll talk about the end of my exchange year and the benefits I feel like I’ve gained from this experience.

The end of my year in France was by far the best part. By this time, I was extremely comfortable with the language so I could easily converse and joke around with my French peers and host family. There were also a lot of events during the end of my year that contributed to its greatness. My European bus tour ended on April 22, and on the following week, a musical festival called le Printemps de Bourges (“the spring of Bourges”) was held in my town. People from all over France came for the week to listen to bands, sell merchandise in the stands, and enjoy the overall atmosphere that a music festival usually fosters. My friends and I went to see C2C and Mika; Mika turned out to be a great performer, and you can listen to one of his major hit French songs that he performed at his concert, “Elle me dit”, here.

In May, I took a 4 day trip with my host sister Léna to Paris; her brother Johan lives there with his girlfriend, so we showed us around and took us to all his favorite spots including le Parc Chaumont;

Montmartre, the artsy neighborhood home to the church le Sacré Coeur, where we also got to see this guy perform (skip to 6:17 if you want to see some really crazy stuff!); the Eiffel Tower, and much more.
At the end of May and the beginning of June, my family came to visit me! We spent a few days at Bourges where my host families met my real family, then we traveled to Nice in the South of France for 3 days, and flew back to Paris. This was the first time I saw my parents in 9 months, and it was the first time my parents went to Europe, so it was a really special moment in all our lives.
June brought the end of school (finally, done with high school!), lovely weather, and hanging out with friends each and every day. I felt closer to my exchange friends more than I ever had before; since the bus trip, our bonds only continued to increase, and when my first friend left at the end of June, it was extremely hard for all of us to say goodbye. These were the first friends I made on my exchange year; they supported me in the beginning went things were hard and I missed my family; they were the ones I looked forward to hanging out with after a long day at school where I was that quiet foreigner. With my exchange friends, I was just like them, away from their family, away from their “life”, always eager to taste something interesting or go somewhere new. These people understood me the most during my year, and they understand me the most now when I talk about the experiences we shared. Now, it was time to say goodbye, and it wasn’t easy.
By July, there weren’t a lot of us left. During the first week of the month, I spent a week in Noirmoutier, a cute town on the west coast of France, with my boyfriend at the time, an exchange student from Paraguay, and his host family.
I spent France’s independence day, July 14, in Paris, where I saw the fireworks show next to the Eiffel tower. I left on July 16.
It’s the weirdest thing going back home after not being there for over 11 months. I was so ecstatic to see my dog, and of course my family, but once I was back in my house, I felt like I had never left. I felt like the entire year was some sort of dream that never actually happened because all those relationships I built during that year were now so far away from me that they hardly seemed real. To this day I sometimes feel like the entire experience was a dream, and I tend not to talk about my time there. It might sound snotty when I say no one here will really understand me or my experiences in France, but it’s true. An exchange year is a lot deeper than a vacation or a year of traveling; I became much more confident, more comfortable in my skin, and more independent. I guess you could say I grew up a lot in this year.
I’ll leave you with this video I made during the last few weeks of my time in France, and hopefully you’ll understand more of what I’m talking about.
(music: 4,000 Iles by Fauve)
FIN

Reinventing the “f” word

Feminism, that is!

For this post, I’d like to bring up the issue of the inequality of female and black artists represented in museums and galleries. The first group to really bring attention to this issue was the Guerrilla Girls.

“Reinventing the ‘f’ word: Feminism!” is the motto coined by the Guerrilla Girls, a group of feminist and racial activists that formed in New York City in 1985. If you’ve never heard of them, here’s a little bit about them. This group of anonymous female activists create art and other media that bring attention to the fact that the art world is extremely white male-dominated and that it undervalues works created by women. During protests, the Guerrilla Girls wear gorilla masks, keeping their identities anonymous.

Probably their most famous work is this:

The body of the woman is taken from Ingres’ pice Grande Odalisque in which a harem woman longingly gazes at the viewer in a sexual pose. Yet, topped with an ugly gorilla head, the activists draw attention to the issues that this painting poses on women. This kind of work that represents a woman as a thing merely to be gazed at and enjoyed aesthetically is an example of the kind of work the Guerrilla Girls critique and emphasize as sexist. Their argument in this piece is that women are more likely to be shown in the Met as nude figures, as beautiful objects to look at. As a female artist, it is extremely difficult to have your work shown in huge museums such as the Met, even though your work may have just as much quality as a man’s. In this way, the Guerrilla Girls bring attention to the issue that women have faced for centuries and continue to face today: a woman’s physical attributes are often more valued than her ideas and work.

Here’s one of my favorites:

 

Can’t you just feel the passive aggressive angst emanating from this “public service message”? I love that these women use sarcasm to bring real issues to the forefront of debate. Since the everyday person might not be interested about the misrepresentation of females in the art world, the use of sarcasm and humor is extremely important in that it makes the issue more accessible. Plus, each work is simplistically put and straight to the point; it doesn’t take long to read the message, but the message punches you right in the gut, a perfect combination for an activist’s work.
This is an interesting work because here the Guerrilla Girls are even critiquing Black History Month and Women’s History Month, things that were initially created in order to bring positive attention to how minorities and women contribute to society. The activists bring up a good point in that dubbing a month women’s history month doesn’t help the overall issue of discrimination. In fact, a gallery may feel compelled to show a female artist’s work only during this month and not during the rest of the year. Drawing attention to a certain group of people at a certain time may in turn cripple them and discredit them during the rest of the year.
Turning to a more immediate issue (for me and other college art majors at least), today my art professor told the class a story that relates to the issue of female artists in a male-dominated art world. His girlfriend’s artwork was being personally critiqued by a visiting artist, and this artist told her that she was “trying too hard to paint like a man”. Her work is highly expressionist, showing a style that reflects the Abstract Expressionist movement that occurred in the mid-20th century.

Sarah Swist painting
Jackson Pollock, main artist of the Abstract Expressionist art movement
First of all, I find this artist’s comment irrelevant because any artist that makes work that references a certain art historical movement will inevitably resemble that of a man’s because the art world has always been dominated by males (besides the Feminist Art Movement of course!). Secondly, I would even say Swist’s work resembles more closely that of Joan Mitchell, who just happens to be a female:

Besides that, this comment is in general extremely condescending. This artist is implying that women should stick to only traditional female roles in the art world: quilt-making, crocheting, embroidering. Females have no place referencing male-dominated schools of art and movements. Most importantly, this artist’s comment is in no way constructive criticism.
Yet, comments like these are uttered by men and women everyday, sometimes without acknowledgement that they cut down individuals and their work. I feel like as I slowly begin to enter the world of art during my college career, I’m going to learn to tune ignorant people like this out and just do my thang. It’s a reversed thought-process since I know it’s the others that should change their misogynistic view-points and not me. But because I know common viewpoints and habits can change at an incredibly slow rate, for now, I’ll wear a gorilla mask and grow a thick skin.

Bus Trippin’ Across Europe

One of the major perks of participating in the Rotary exchange program compared to other programs is that Rotarians plan weekends and trips in which exchange students meet up and see a new city and cause general chaos in said city. Usually these get-togethers last no more than 2 days and you meet with only the students in your District (group of Rotary clubs in a general area), and you become really close with this group of international people.

Sometimes, however, the Rotary plans a major travel event for exchange students to participate in, and for students in France, we were invited to take part in the Bus Trip. While this trip wasn’t cheap, it was totally worth it. This is the Bus Trip in a nutshell: Twelve days traveling via bus, stopping in on major European cities for a day, sleeping in hostels, waking up early to get back on the bus again, all the while getting to know 50 other exchange students and their countries. Needless to say, it was a blast.

To kick off the trip, we all met in Paris in mid April. We were introduced to our four chaperones, two of which were older Rotarians while the other two were young volunteers. We toured Paris on the bus, stopping at some major sites like Les Invalides and the Eiffel Tower of course.

One of my best friends from exchange, Camila (from Mexico City), and I

One of my best friends from exchange, Camila (from Mexico City), and I

Day 2 of the bus trip was spent in Strasbourg, France, right on the border of France and Germany. This city has a gorgeous Gothic cathedral, along with a river that flows throughout it, which somewhat reminded me of Venice.

Strasbourg

Strasbourg

The next stop was Nuremberg, Germany, where we visited a carnival during the first half of the day, eating schnitzel and enormous pretzels to our heart’s content. Later, we visited the stadium where the Nuremberg trials took place, and even stood where Hitler stood when he gave his speeches. It would have been a more chilling place if it weren’t for the high class sports cars zooming around the arena. I found it interesting how the Germans transformed this historical site into a modern-day race track of sorts.

The rooftops of Nuremberg

The rooftops of Nuremberg

During the next day, my 19th birthday, I woke up Germany and fell asleep in Prague. I felt so lucky to have the chance to celebrate my birthday in such a beautiful place in the company of some amazing people. Of all the cities we visited during this trip, Prague was definitely my favorite. The city is simply gorgeous, and the Czech people are friendly and liberal. It has a good mix of historical beauty and a lively culture, making it a city with the best of both worlds.

The next day was mostly spent traveling/sleeping on the bus as we crossed into Austria to visit Vienna. By this time, we were all getting tired and a little bit cranky, but no one could really complain since we were having the time of our lives. Again, another beautiful day filled with much site-seeing and tired feet.

Vienna has a pretty sick cathedral too.

Vienna has a pretty sick cathedral too.

Venice was next on the journey. Again another wonderful city full of outrageously gorgeous buildings, even better food, and way too many tourists, but the canals make this city extra magical. Plus, our group of 50 formed a slightly-successful flash mob in Saint Mark’s Square!

Of course we didn't miss out on a gondola ride! We're professional tourists!

Of course we didn’t miss out on a gondola ride! We’re professional tourists!

Following Venice were day trips to Milan, Chamonix (where the tallest mountain in France, Mont Blanc, is located), Geneva (where we ate really good fondue and visited the UN building), and then headed back to Paris. Parting ways was not entirely difficult for me; I was exhausted and slightly sick from a cold (as well as slightly sick of some of the people on the trip). A part from that, it really was an incredible trip that I got to share with my best friends in Bourges, and I also became closer with some other exchange students in my District. I’ll definitely never forget this trip and the people I shared it with!

The ridiculously superb cathedral in Milan

The ridiculously superb cathedral in Milan

The group!

The group!