Navigating the sanitocracy that is patriarchy.

Chelsea Flook
imported from goodnewseveryday.blogspot.com

A few nights ago i saw ‘young people f__cking” and hey it was funny for sure, but also entirely written by doods, very guy-centric. it should have been called “young guys f__cking” coz thats generally who the stories revolved around.

and it got me thinking about living under patriarchy. yes i know, blahblahblah the big PEEE word

just, to me “young people f__cking” would have been way different. even the “complicated” female characters were squares, cut from stone into a shape of what men think “complicated” women are.

so im wondering what a vacation from patriarchy would be like.
the thought was such a tantalizing experiment.

i suggest you give it a whirl.

anyways, so after all those thoughts im sitting here at work (blogging at work) because im writing about how womens experiences throughout psychiatry’s and psychology’s history have been neutralized, and that 75 percent of those diagnosed with depression are women, but that diagnostic criteria doesnt even ask, ‘how do you feel about living under patriarchy?”

coz that would be different

the screening questions for depression are all very materialistic and based on some kind of screwed up 1950s notions of jobs = happiness and crap

none of the questions take much female experience into account, which is again messed coz most of those diagnosed with depression are women.

which gets me thinking, HOLY FUCK we (women-identifieds) have a right to be absolutely bonkers every day, some days i get this incredible urge to go bat shit crazy at some guy for leeeeering at me

ya ya ya some folks like that, some older ladies tell me to enjoy it while it lasts, and some folks think if a woman looks nice even at all she deserves it and sure i could throw down some serious hijab fashion and say eff it you dogs will never control your peeens

but i am pretty sure that would just make me feel more bonkers, id get asked why i was wearing hijab and id say oh you know i wasnt raised on it at all or anything i just hate when men look at me in general in a certain way so this is the only hope for my sanity

then i get even more upset that i dont get visibly upset at all, i sometimes roll my eyes but i honestly feel like squatting down and crapping on the sidewalk the next time im checked out like that.

Anyways the long and the short is, the tests are designed by men the insane end up being women because the tests cannot test anything on the experiences of women. The politics of experience in our sanitocracy gets played out along the lines of patriarchy. Among many other lines.

Sanitocracy is the rule of the insane by the sane. A favorite author of mine suggests that we as a society have moved from a theocracy through a democracy into a sanitocracy.

Very convincing, if you take stock of the limited personalities women are allowed to have. The disciplinary power involved in limiting womens personalities is worth considering.