Friday, February 11, 2011

Female Eunuch and Mr. Freud

Alright well, I am now up to page 142 of The Female Eunuch. During the meanwhile I have gotten half way through Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, Mark Cavendish's wonderful Last Chance to See and have started the e...p...i...c process of re-drafting my novel extract so forgive the slow progress.

But yet again even unfinished I want to respond to this work, in this case I am agreeing with the Lovely Germaine as she bemusedly tries to argue against the complete and utter crap that sometimes came out of the pen(is!) of Freud.

"Woman is essentially a phallus worshipper."

Well doesn't that answer everything? Nevermind that she might have a brain, like to read, or heaven forbid be interested in the weather. Or even vote, do things in the garden, ride a bike, complete complicated mathematical equations, sew clothes, cook and play cards. Woman exists only to worship man. No, not even man, just his "phallus." Isn't that a truly self-empowering thought Mr. Freud. Wow, as Germaine eloquently says, "because he [Freud] thought so highly of the penis he thought women did too."

I do not have a problem with loving or worshipping anything (as long as you don't force me into believing what you believe) but the very idea that over half of the world is worshipping a body part of the rest of the world is total and utter rubbish.

"Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar" so claimed Freud. Well sometimes bollocks is just bollocks.