Old maids, old ladies, young idiots - Freewrite Day 283

in #freewrite6 years ago

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I remember, with shame but also some amusement at what a small-minded fuckwit I was, an occasion when I was a teenager yelling in the street at an old lady I did not know. An unhappy, flailing-but-clowning-to-hide-it teenager who often felt she could slide off the edge of her own self. It amuses me and saddens me when I think of that old lady going inside her house after I yelled, "Oh, shut up, you stupid old bag!"

She would have had the distinct feeling of unsafety, of the world being full of awful teenagers, of the world going to rack and ruin, of how tiresome it was living in such a shitty world that did not value its older people, like other cultures. And I would have been the cause of those thoughts. I'm sorry, old lady, wherever you are, not least because my response, flung over my shoulder as I left the scene, just demonstrates the likelihood that though I can't remember what happened for her to tell me off, I can pretty much guarantee that I deserved it.

I remember the disrespect I felt, the alienation between me and this woman who I would be one day. What stupid ill-formed people we are when we are young. It takes forever for us to grow up. At least 100 years. I looked at that woman and I saw a zero, a no-space.

I think, if you had dug in deeper, what you would have found was a sheer, thin ice sheet of terror.

Terror at what lay in my own future. The way old women are seen as big fat zeros with nothing to offer. The way they are seen by almost everybody as being pointless.

I think of all the old maids of history. All the ones that society looked down on with contempt as being barren because of their lack of children. I think of the sheer number of old maids hidden away who had such rich inner lives that contained universes that they were glad to be hidden awwy. Their wrinkled skin wnd lumpy bodies served just as effectively as veils or walls to safely hide them from dumbasses whose eyes cannot see what is in front of them. All those Julians, hidden away in cloisters in the Norwiches of the world, seeming to lack so much but so full to bursting even inside bodies whose husks are fraying and lined.

The term 'old maid' is not often used these days. It used to refer to an old woman who was unmarried and therefore a virgin. I laugh when I think of how many old maids must have shared quarters with other old maids and whose villages didn't have a clue. An old maid was defined by what she lacked - a man, a marriage, a family, progeny, security. All good things, but to only define someone in one way is to shut yourself off to all the other ways that complex person is, but which you can no longer see because of your defining.

I would have thought lots of women could understand how it feels to be so limited but I see so many of us limiting men in exactly the same way.

Don't matter whether dick or gash, us humans take a long time to grow up and see in Cinemascope.

I think of all the old virgin maids of history who were happy to be so. Even though people may have laughed at them behind closed doors for their lack of sophistication, I like to imagine the secrets all their lives held that may as well have been broadcast on their foreheads for all that most people wouldn't have noticed due to the fat label stuck there of barren dolt.

I like to think of what the feminist Marilyn Frye said in 1976:

“The word ‘virgin’ did not originally mean a woman whose vagina was untouched by any penis, but a free woman, one not betrothed, not bound to, not possessed by any man. It meant a female who is sexually and hence socially her own person. In any version of patriarchy, there are no Virgins in this sense.”

I like to think the patriarchy is fraying even more since those words spoke 42 years ago. It is. I'd like to imagine that we all sense something bigger and broader and better taking shape, even while everything else is fraying at this point in time. I like to imagine a world where gender is more fluid - which also includes traditionally masculine and feminine lives as well, if that's what people desire.

But most of all, I like to think of a future where the thin thinking so characteristic of our age, the labelling of others till we can't see them anymore, gives way and due respect to the broader, wiser way of thinking that lives right in the middle of our skulls too, and which remembers to look past the labels we put on people and things in order to make sense of the world.

One label slapped on each person requiring another, preferably paradoxical, label slapped down at the same time. Broaden the horizons.

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This is today's freewrite - 'old maid'.
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Hmm, if you're not married and you don't have kids but you fucked a reasonable amount of dudes anyway, does that make you an old maid? Or does the maid part relate specifically to virginity?

That term was used for an unmarried woman with the assumption they were virgins. I don't think there was a socially accepted publicly used term for a woman who dared to have sex before marriage. It just wasn't on. So crazy!

I imagine life was a lot more fun (like back in the Greek God days) before religion fucked everyone over and made them feel guilty about everything.

Yeah, absolutely. Imagine feeling like it's cool to be who you are and that you're welcome on the earth. Sigh.

Oh well - at least it's not as bad these days as it was 50 or 60 years ago, I guess.

Remember that card game Old Maid?
To think that to end up with that card, was you losing the game!!

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@sue-stevenson Thank you for not using bidbots on this post and also using the #nobidbot tag!

dick or gash 😂haha. I was feeling sad for the old lady going into her house after the barrage of abuse from your youthful self but then I read the best way anyone has described gender in a post.I might rob that one. Hopefully the Cheetah bot won't scan for dick or gash . I may have to change to willy and fo fo for my younger steemians!

It is my convict heritage coming through. Yours is much better :)

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This is a very powerful piece of writing, @sue-stevenson. I love what you turned out here, via the freewrite method. This piece has so much promise as a non-fiction article in mainstream publishing. I really hope you do more with it.

Hey, @jayna. Maybe I will work it up. It's been months and months of crickets for me when it comes to hearing back on pitches and submissions. Gets discouraging after a while. So thanks for the encouragement :)