A Message to Women From a Man: You Are Not “Crazy”

23 Nov

(I read this article the other day and thought it was important enough to share in it’s entirety.  Thank you Alexis for sharing.  Via The Current Conscience.)

You’re so sensitive. You’re so emotional. You’re defensive. You’re overreacting. Calm down. Relax. Stop freaking out! You’re crazy! I was just joking, don’t you have a sense of humor? You’re so dramatic. Just get over it already!

Sound familiar?

If you’re a woman, it probably does.

Do you ever hear any of these comments from your spouse, partner, boss, friends, colleagues, or relatives after you have expressed frustration, sadness, or anger about something they have done or said?

When someone says these things to you, it’s not an example of inconsiderate behavior. When your spouse shows up half an hour late to dinner without calling — that’s inconsiderate behavior. A remark intended to shut you down like, “Calm down, you’re overreacting,” after you just addressed someone else’s bad behavior, is emotional manipulation, pure and simple.

And this is the sort of emotional manipulation that feeds an epidemic in our country, an epidemic that defines women as crazy, irrational, overly sensitive, unhinged. This epidemic helps fuel the idea that women need only the slightest provocation to unleash their (crazy) emotions. It’s patently false and unfair.

I think it’s time to separate inconsiderate behavior from emotional manipulation, and we need to use a word not found in our normal vocabulary.

I want to introduce a helpful term to identify these reactions: gaslighting.

Gaslighting is a term often used by mental health professionals (I am not one) to describe manipulative behavior used to confuse people into thinking their reactions are so far off base that they’re crazy.

The term comes from the 1944 MGM film, Gaslight, starring Ingrid Bergman. Bergman’s husband in the film, played by Charles Boyer, wants to get his hands on her jewelry. He realizes he can accomplish this by having her certified as insane and hauled off to a mental institution. To pull of this task, he intentionally sets the gaslights in their home to flicker off and on, and every time Bergman’s character reacts to it, he tells her she’s just seeing things. In this setting, a gaslighter is someone who presents false information to alter the victim’s perception of him or herself.

Today, when the term is referenced, it’s usually because the perpetrator says things like, “You’re so stupid,” or “No one will ever want you,” to the victim. This is an intentional, pre-meditated form of gaslighting, much like the actions of Charles Boyer’s character in Gaslight, where he strategically plots to confuse Ingrid Bergman’s character into believing herself unhinged.

The form of gaslighting I’m addressing is not always pre-mediated or intentional, which makes it worse, because it means all of us, especially women, have dealt with it at one time or another.

Those who engage in gaslighting create a reaction — whether it’s anger, frustration, sadness — in the person they are dealing with. Then, when that person reacts, the gaslighter makes them feel uncomfortable and insecure by behaving as if their feelings aren’t rational or normal.

My friend Anna (all names changed to protect privacy) is married to a man who feels it necessary to make random and unprompted comments about her weight. Whenever she gets upset or frustrated with his insensitive comments, he responds in the same, defeating way, “You’re so sensitive. I’m just joking.”

My friend Abbie works for a man who finds a way, almost daily, to unnecessarily shoot down her performance and her work product. Comments like, “Can’t you do something right?” or “Why did I hire you?” are regular occurrences for her. Her boss has no problem firing people (he does it regularly), so you wouldn’t know from these comments that Abbie has worked for him for six years. But every time she stands up for herself and says, “It doesn’t help me when you say these things,” she gets the same reaction: “Relax; you’re overreacting.”

Abbie thinks her boss is just being a jerk in these moments, but the truth is, he is making those comments to manipulate her into thinking her reactions are out of whack. And it’s exactly that kind manipulation that has left her feeling guilty about being sensitive, and as a result, she has not left her job.

But gaslighting can be as simple as someone smiling and saying something like, “You’re so sensitive,” to somebody else. Such a comment may seem innocuous enough, but in that moment, the speaker is making a judgment about how someone else should feel.

While dealing with gaslighting isn’t a universal truth for women, we all certainly know plenty of women who encounter it at work, home, or in personal relationships.

And the act of gaslighting does not simply affect women who are not quite sure of themselves. Even vocal, confident, assertive women are vulnerable to gaslighting.

Why?

Because women bare the brunt of our neurosis. It is much easier for us to place our emotional burdens on the shoulders of our wives, our female friends, our girlfriends, our female employees, our female colleagues, than for us to impose them on the shoulders of men.

It’s a whole lot easier to emotionally manipulate someone who has been conditioned by our society to accept it. We continue to burden women because they don’t refuse our burdens as easily. It’s the ultimate cowardice.

Whether gaslighting is conscious or not, it produces the same result: It renders some women emotionally mute.

These women aren’t able to clearly express to their spouses that what is said or done to them is hurtful. They can’t tell their boss that his behavior is disrespectful and prevents them from doing their best work. They can’t tell their parents that, when they are being critical, they are doing more harm than good.

When these women receive any sort of push back to their reactions, they often brush it off by saying, “Forget it, it’s okay.”

That “forget it” isn’t just about dismissing a thought, it is about self-dismissal. It’s heartbreaking.

No wonder some women are unconsciously passive aggressive when expressing anger, sadness, or frustration. For years, they have been subjected to so much gaslighting that they can no longer express themselves in a way that feels authentic to them.

They say, “I’m sorry,” before giving their opinion. In an email or text message, they place a smiley face next to a serious question or concern, thereby reducing the impact of having to express their true feelings.

You know how it looks: “You’re late :)

These are the same women who stay in relationships they don’t belong in, who don’t follow their dreams, who withdraw from the kind of life they want to live.

Since I have embarked on this feminist self-exploration in my life and in the lives of the women I know, this concept of women as “crazy” has really emerged as a major issue in society at large and an equally major frustration for the women in my life, in general.

From the way women are portrayed on reality shows, to how we condition boys and girls to see women, we have come to accept the idea that women are unbalanced, irrational individuals, especially in times of anger and frustration.

Just the other day, on a flight from San Francisco to Los Angeles, a flight attendant who had come to recognize me from my many trips asked me what I did for a living. When I told her that I write mainly about women, she immediately laughed and asked, “Oh, about how crazy we are?”

Her gut reaction to my work made me really depressed. While she made her response in jest, her question nonetheless makes visible a pattern of sexist commentary that travels through all facets of society on how men view women, which also greatly impacts how women may view themselves.

As far as I am concerned, the epidemic of gaslighting is part of the struggle against the obstacles of inequality that women constantly face. Acts of gaslighting steal their most powerful tool: their voice. This is something we do to women every day, in many different ways.

I don’t think this idea that women are “crazy,” is based in some sort of massive conspiracy. Rather, I believe it’s connected to the slow and steady drumbeat of women being undermined and dismissed, on a daily basis. And gaslighting is one of many reasons why we are dealing with this public construction of women as “crazy.”

I recognize that I’ve been guilty of gaslighting my women friends in the past (but never my male friends–surprise, surprise). It’s shameful, but I’m glad I realized that I did it on occasion and put a stop to it.

While I take total responsibility for my actions, I do believe that I, along with many men, am a byproduct of our conditioning. It’s about the general insight our conditioning gives us into admitting fault and exposing any emotion.

When we are discouraged in our youth and early adulthood from expressing emotion, it causes many of us to remain steadfast in our refusal to express regret when we see someone in pain from our actions.

When I was writing this piece, I was reminded of one of my favorite Gloria Steinem quotes, “The first problem for all of us, men and women, is not to learn, but to unlearn.”

So for many of us, it’s first about unlearning how to flicker those gaslights and learning how to acknowledge and understand the feelings, opinions, and positions of the women in our lives.

But isn’t the issue of gaslighting ultimately about whether we are conditioned to believe that women’s opinions don’t hold as much weight as ours? That what women have to say, what they feel, isn’t quite as legitimate?

Yashar will be soon releasing his first short e-book, entitled, A Message To Women From A Man: You Are Not Crazy — How We Teach Men That Women Are Crazy and How We Convince Women To Ignore Their Instincts. If you are interested and want to be notified when the book is released, please click hereto sign-up.

Honestly.

22 Nov

Falling out of love was one of the most honest things I’ve ever done in my life.

Leaving someone I still cared for was something that was foreign to me.

Discovering my own truths has been, in two words: growing pains.

Acknowledging my own faults has been humbling and empowering at the same time.

Realizing I can create my own future is downright scary.

Making the decision to remain open was the best thing I’ve done for myself.

Having relations with someone I had no real feelings for was honestly, my attempt to be someone I’m not.

Owning my time has surprisingly left me extremely busy.

I have no idea what I’m doing right now.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Honestly.

This is not a love letter.

16 Nov

This is not  love letter. This is a letter about love.  Actually, it’s an email between a friend and I about our idea of love. It’s lengthy, but take a minute to read about it. It’s interesting to see what people have to say about love, because it means different things to different people. To share these ideas, creates an understanding of the ideal, that some of us may not have even thought about.  Enjoy the words.  Read them, take them in, and then tell me what your thoughts on love are.

HIM (a school teacher with a free spirit and a kind soul):
Did I ever share with you my thoughts on love?  I wrote a lot about love this summer. 

We have been created and evolved in a way in which love, the commitment to another person in which you nurture his or her well-being, is the foundation for what makes us human, and what makes humans the most successful species on this planet.  Lots of studies show that facial expressions, emotions, even habits are all contagious between people.  This means, that our connections determine our reality.  Like the religious idea of a god that determines our reality.  We create our reality.  I MEAN WE.  Not you by yourself or me by myself, but US together.  Speaking of religion, they do not agree on god or salvation, but they all have agreed on the importance of loving all humans.  I do not believe there is a god or at most an omnipotent an omnigood god.  How do I know?  Over 20,000 children die everyday from disease and lack of water.  My spirit has been felt so full this year when I started telling my students I love them and showing them.  

The problem of course is people do not really honor love. Parents tell their kids when they hit them, “This is for your own good because I love you.”  That is abuse.  Abuse cannot exist with love, it negates love.  Why?  Because love is the commitment to another person in which you nurture his or her well-being.  Friends lead their friends to do unhealthy or dangerous things but say that they love each other.  Domestic violence.  Priests and molestation.  And OF COURSE, the worst part is, my kids and lots of other humans grow up, thinking the wrong thing about love.  Bringing each other down or keeping each other stuck, rather than lifting us up, due to the false impression of love. 

I know what I am saying is cliche, but now I feel it.  I am full with love and I am trying to share it with those around me.  I have always tried to help those around me, because I thought it as the right thing to do.  But now I know that my spirit, and the spirit of all humans who have come before me and after, was built for love and it is my duty to care about the well-being of others. 

ME (a writer and a mother with a new found openness): 
Thank you so much for sharing this. This is beautiful.  If you’d allow me, my thoughts on what you just shared….

I read a quote that said “People were created to be loved  and things were created to be used.  The reason why the world is in chaos is because things are being loved and people are being used.”  I’ve come to a realization as of late, that love, for all intents and purposes, is absolutely not what we grew up thinking it was.  Love is not a feeling, nor an emotion, but a verb.  Love is an ACTION.  An action in which people misinterpret and misunderstand on a daily basis. Partly because we are programmed to believe that we are a body, have a soul, and feel love.  When in reality, or at least in my reality, its that I am a soul, have a body, and give love.  But that clarity didn’t come to me until I was faced with my own mortality, a battle which has reared it’s ugly head, again. I’ve always been a firm believer in the power of the law of attraction – Be everything you want to find in a partner, and be the change you want to see around you.  As an educator, it’s comforting knowing that you personify love to the fullest.  I see that, and I haven’t even known you very long.
One of the reasons why I started my Reel Street Love project is because I truly believe Love is like music: a universal language. The question I asked Justin is one that has intrigued me the most.  Is love selfless or selfish?  I truly believe it isn’t either…. it is only by giving that you receive. Love-as an action- is always reciprocal, never unrequited.  The belief has manifested itself in my life, personified by the abundance of genuine people I am blessed to call friends.   That has also come, in part, by the act of loving MYSELF. As a woman who has been physically and emotionally abused and been diagnosed with cancer, it would be easy to become cynical, jaded, and angry.  Love takes courage, but doing so has opened me up in a way I never thought possible.  I think that is the most difficult idea for people to grasp: Loving the right way keeps you OPEN for more love…that love begets love. It is absolutely way too easy to create a closed environment, but exponentially more fulfilling to stay open.  What saddens me, is that people don’t even realize that they are doing so.
I almost wish you could see the expression on my face right now….  If this were a face to face conversation, my hands would be flailing! lol. Thank you again, for your willingness to share this with me.  I appreciate you, hella.  Love is love. Happy Sunday.

HER (a romantic convinced she’s a cynic and one of the most amazing women I know): 
Thank you so much for letting me read this.  It has definitely opened my eyes to see love in a whole different light…through what he said and what you have said.  I know what I must sound like when I talk about not believing in love and whatnot.  I hear myself and every time I say “I don’t believe ‘relationship’ love exists for me,” it’s as if I’m having an out of body experience.  It doesn’t feel like me.  Then again, I’m still in the process of self discovery.  Don’t get me wrong, I know that love exists.  And I agree with what you and he have said.  But I’m still trying to figure out what love is and what love means to me.  Obviously, I feel love…with family and friends.  But that relationship type love?  Negative.  I can’t say I have even been IN love only because outside factors distorted that for me.  Was I in love or was it a feeling of self love/validation through someone wanting to be with me?  I can’t completely say.  Do I think that I can feel it one day?  Sure.  But to keep my hopes high would be setting myself up for disappointment.  It would be nice to believe that one day I might fall in love.  However, until it happens, it’s something that will remain just an idea.  An idea with potential.

I love you mama.  And I appreciate you and your beautiful mind, body, and soul.  Keep sharing, keep inspiring, and keep creating.  You are extraordinary.

Reel Street Love x Girls Are The New Boys

14 Nov

Abi has finally graced Reel Street Love with a video!  I’m sure you already have her bookmarked, but just in case you don’t, follow her blog, Girls Are The New Boys.

11 Nov

In case you hadn’t realized, it has somehow become uncool to sound like you know what you’re talking about…that we’ve just gotten to the point where we’re the most aggressively inarticulate generation to come along since, you know, a long time ago… It is not enough these days to simply question authority. You’ve got to speak with it, too. – Taylor Mali

MISSLAWN X 5TH ELEMENT

9 Nov

Have y’all seen my HBIC on the cover of 5th Element?  Check her out!  (via Hellz)

This month the 3rd issue of highly acclaimed lifestyle magazine - ‘The 5th Element’ is out now…and this time, misslawn is the cover girl of the issue. misslawn sat down with The 5th Element to give them the 4-1-1 on what’s really up with BOTB and HELLZ BELLZ, and give them some insight into the future. Read the interview HERE!

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Cold Hands, Warm Heart

9 Nov

I am a hot sleeper. Heat emanates from my skin while I’m dreaming.  This is an outside observation for me, something that a man I’ve once slept next to has told me on many occasions.  The first time I slept next to him, he kicked off the blanket and said “I’m hot.  That just means I have good circulation.”  I chuckled, because I had secretly been sweating in my hair.

Subsequent sleep overs have resulted in open windows, skin to skin sweaty contact, and heat. I’m not talking about warmth, I’m talking really hot heat.

Until the day we decided we were only going to be friends.  I still slept in his bed, barely clothed, nose nestled in his neck per our usual.  But I didn’t sleep.  My eyes were wet, physical evidence of the emotion I was feeling at the moment, my brain hiding it’s OFF button.

He woke up that morning and one of the first thing he said to me was that I was cool to his touch during the evening.  ”It’s because I wasn’t asleep,” I told him.   It was the only logical conclusion I could think of at the moment, the only thing that might make sense as to the change in my body temperature.

I had come to a few revelations during the night.  A few conclusions about myself, my emotional state, and the circumstances in my life.  A few moments that turned into hours that turned into a dreamless state, staring at the ceiling while he slept soundly next to me.  Suffice it to say I was mourning.  Not necessarily mourning the loss of this man in my life, but perhaps mourning the excitement I had.  Mourning the possibility of something new, or simply mourning the idea that a good man wanted to be in my life.

After telling him my thoughts, he noted that my face was so full of life. Huh?  My face looked like a punching bag!  After some reflection, I realized I wasn’t sad at all.  I realized that I was changing, and recognizing this within myself made me feel…. warm.

Maybe my body heat was in direct correlation of my feelings towards this connection, I’m not sure. All I know is that even though I had cold hands, I also had a warm heart. Even now after all this time, I look back and think… that was enough for me.

Confessions of a Paranoid Traveler

9 Nov

Check out my latest post on Mixologi.  Read the rest of the post HERE! 

I’m secretly patting myself on the back for flying on a budget because $9 tickets from San Francisco to Las Vegas are absolutely unheard of.  I’ve spent more money on a BART ticket, and I smile to myself, wondering how many of the passengers on my flight got lucky with the same deal.  The smug feeling instantly dissipated as soon as I rolled my duffel through the air walk.

 Oh fuck.  I am on a La Bamba plane. 

A montage of my life’s images, Final Destnation, and scenes from Ritchie Valens’ autobiography flashed before my eyes as the anxiety sets into my bones. I take my seat in the very back of the plane (Row 20) and make a mental note of the exit, which is 10 steps away.  I trade my window seat for the one in the aisle…You know, just in case.

unseen, unsaught, uncertain

9 Nov

(originally published July, 2008)

I know I am not alone in this nagging sense of failing to measure up, a feeling of not being good enough as a woman. Every woman I’ve ever met feels it – something deeper than just the sense of failing at what she does. An underlying, gut feeling of failing at WHO SHE IS. I am not enough, and, I am too much, at the same time. Not pretty enough, not thin enough, not kind enough, not gracious enough, not disciplined enough. But instead, we are too emotional, too needy, too sensitive, too strong, and too opinionated. The result is SHAME – the universal companion of women. It haunts us, feeding on our deepest fear that we will end up abandoned and alone.

After all, if we were “better” women – whatever that means – life wouldn’t be so hard. Right? We wouldn’t have so many struggles; there would be less sorrow in our hearts. Why is it so hard to create meaningful friendships and sustain them? Why do our days seem so unimportant, filled not with romance and adventure, but with duties and demands? We feel unseen, even by those who are closest to us. We feel unsought, that no one has the passion or the courage to pursue us. And we feel uncertain, uncertain what it even means to be a woman; uncertain what it truly means to be feminine; uncertain if we are or ever will be.

Aware of our deep failings, we pour contempt on our own hearts for wanting more. We long to be the Beauty of some great story…

from John Eldredge’s “Captivating: Unveiling the Mystery of a Woman’s Soul

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Belle of the Brawl

4 Nov

Belle of the Brawl

Things on my To-Do List:
1. Pack for Vegas
2. Paint my Nails
3. A Thousand other things

Things I’m Doing:
1. NOTHING.

Hope you all have an amazing weekend, everyone!! Updates are coming. xoxo.

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