Tuesday, April 10, 2012
The End of the Two Party System - A blog by Cici Kitten for Crossdresser.com
I don’t usually like to categorize myself. Like most tgirls, I am many things. But if you strapped me down to a rack and beat me (and btw… I could really use a night like that right now), I’d be forced to admit that I’m a bit of a party girl. I like parties. I like to dance (badly) and sing (loudly) … and drown all my cares and worries in a big pink cosmopolitan.
That to me is a pretty good night.
So I like parties. But what I really hate is two parties. That’s the current American political system. The two party system. Republicans and Democrats. Conservatives and liberals. Blue states and red states. And they have such a stranglehold on the electorate that there’s no room for anything else. Or anyone else. Or anything new.
We’re taught from a very early age that, politically speaking, there are two parties, two ways of thinking, and we grow up believing that. Even when it doesn’t work for us.
Let me illustrate. There are a lot of hunters out there who belong to the NRA (a very conservative organization), but they also want to protect America’s wild places (a typically liberal viewpoint) – who do they vote for? Or what about a passionate activist who abhors the taking of human life, including capital punishment (that’s a liberal stance). But what if this person also abhors the practice of abortion (a conservative position) – who does she vote for?
The media isn’t much help. The media likes to feed us sound bites and easy-to-understand arguments. They don’t have the time (or often the ability) to breakdown more complicated issues and discussions. So they just keep feeding us the same two combatants – conservative and liberal – the good guys and the bad guys. Of course the group wearing the white hats and the group wearing the black hats depends on the political swing of the media source you’re getting your news from. But in the end, it is still reinforced that we only have two choices.
(BTW… it’s not the media’s fault entirely. Sometimes the American public is resistant to anything new or complex… or different. So the media provides exactly what we can handle. Two ways of thinking. All tied up in a nice, neat bow.)
But life is not neat. And life, like a feisty subbie, can’t always be tied up in a bow. Which brings me to the real topic of my blog: gender.
You see, when it comes to gender, it’s the two-party system all over again. We’re taught there are two genders. And only two. Boys and girls. Men and women. Male and female. It’s a pretty common theory, and, of course, there is plenty of physical evidence to back it up. You don’t need a science lab or in-depth study to know that the anatomy of boys and girls are different, just check below your waist.
So there it is. Years of tradition. Years of culture. Eons of biology. It’s a two-gender world.
Or is it? What if gender is more than my cock and your pussy? What if gender is more than the physical? What if gender also incorporates the mental? The emotional? The soulful? The spiritual? The invisible?
We’re taught from a very early age that there are two genders, two ways of being, and we grow up believing that. Even when it doesn’t work for us.
But what if we’re seeking something more? What if two gender parties aren’t enough? What if we want a little from both sides – the pink shirts and the blue shirts? Gender roles are changing all around us and they have been for quite sometime. In my lifetime I’ve watched women become more accepted in the work place, more accepted in politics and science labs, and most simply of all, accepted in a pair of jeans. Men today, by the same token, are much more likely to stay at home, raise a family, or allow their wives to make important family decisions. Things are hardly equal, but these examples are so common now it’s almost hard to remember when they weren’t.
I remember a line from the movie, “Carnal Knowledge.” Candace Bergen tells Art Garfunkel that she’s studying law. Garfunkel expresses surprise and says something like, “Imagine that. A woman lawyer.” That was in 1969. Less then 20 years later, when I was working in Hollywood, nearly every lawyer I met was a woman.
See? The world changes. Gender definitions change. And they will continue to change. So why is it that I still can’t wear my hot little mini skirt to the mall?
I’ve noticed something pretty cool on a few websites lately. When I’m going to register, they ask me to click a box for my gender, and for the first time ever, there are no longer just two boxes. Some websites now list three: Male, Female, and Other. Think about that. Since we were first able to pick up a pencil and scribble our names, there have only been two gender boxes on every application or registration we’ve ever filled out.
I don’t know how long it will be before we can all wear our mini skirts and sexy heels to the mall. (I know some of you already do.) I don’t know long it will be before wec an shop freely in both the men’s and women’s departments. (Again, I know some of you already do.) But most of us don’t. And most of us probably will never feel comfortable to do so in our lifetime. And that’s fine with me. I’ll shop online. Or I’ll continue telling the salesclerk that I’m shopping for my wife. Or my girlfriend. Or my oversexed, delinquent daughter. But this is about more than shopping.
I mean, here’s a question for you. When will boys and girls stop committing suicide because they know they will never fit into one of those two gender boxes that society wants to force them into?
When will that finally happen?
The trouble with the two party system – aside from being annoying and frustrating to free thinkers everywhere – is that it causes gridlock. The conservatives stay to the right. The liberals stay to the left. No one moves. No one concedes. No one compromises. To do so would be seen as defeat. So, while our politicians find victory in this gridlock – they seem to miss the fact that nothing of great importance ever gets done. And even more sadly, nothing innovative is ever even considered.
I am not a great thinker or a free thinker or a very complicated individual (I’m a party girl, remember?). But I still need more than two boxes on my ballot to express my true feelings as a voter, a citizen and a person.
And even more importantly, our children need to know that there are more than two gender boxes waiting for them out there in the world. In fact, maybe we need to start teaching them that there aren’t any boxes at all.
Take care out there.
Be safe. Be smart. Be sexy.