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Yes, All Men (And Everyone Else) Need To Read Sex Object NPR

Author and Guardian US columnist Jessica Valenti has been leading the national conversation on gender and politics for over a decade. Now, in a darkly funny and bracing memoir, Valenti explores the toll that sexism takes from the every day to the existential.

Sex Object explores the painful, funny, embarrassing, and sometimes illegal moments that shaped Valentis adolescence and young adulthood in New York City, revealing a much shakier inner life than the confident persona she has cultivated as one of the most recognizable feminists of her generation.

In the tradition of writers like Joan Didion and Mary Karr, this literary memoir is sure to shock those already familiar with Valentis work and enthrall those who are just finding it.

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For Layla and Zoe If the world is not a different one for you I hope you - photo 1

For Layla and Zoe.

If the world is not a different one for you,

I hope you both will change it.

No pressure.

I am what I am. To look for reasons is beside the point.

Joan Didion, Play It as It Lays

All women live in objectification the way fish live in water.

Catharine A. MacKinnon

WHEN I WAS A CHILD, I HAD REOCCURRING NIGHTMARES ABOUT wolvestall beasts the size of skyscrapers that walked on their hind legs around New York City blocks, chasing and eventually devouring me. My mother says she made the mistake of bringing me to see a live performance of Little Red Riding Hood when I was a toddler, and that the man dressed as the wolf terrified me. I started having the dreams almost immediately after the play and they lasted well into high school; I dont remember when they stopped.

Over the last few years, as Ive dug deeper into my feminism, become an author and a mother, Ive found myself thinking about those dreams a lot. It was just a play, just a man in a scary costumeyet my young brain was impacted indelibly.

Given all that women are expected to live withthe leers that start when weve barely begun puberty, the harassment, the violence we survive or are constantly on guard forI cant help but wonder what it all has done to us. Not just to how women experience the world, but how we experience ourselves.

I started to ask myself: Who would I be if I didnt live in a world that hated women? Ive been unable to come up with a satisfactory answer, but I did realize that Ive long been mourning this version of myself that never existed.

This book is called Sex Object not because I relish the idea of identifying as such: I dont do it coyly or to flatter myself. I dont use the term because I think Im particularly sexy or desirable, though Ive been called those things before at opportune moments.

For a long time, I couldnt bear to call myself an author. Ive written books, yet the word still felt false rolling off my tongue. The same thing happened when I got marriedwife seemed alien, but thats what I was, someones wife. Unlike author or wife, sex object was not an identity I chose for myself as much as it was one pushed upon me from twelve years old on; I admit my use of the term is more resignation than reclamation. Still, we are who we are.

I have girded myself for the inevitable response about my being too unattractive to warrant this label, but those who will say so dont realize that being called a thing, rather than a person, is not a compliment. That we might think of it that way is part of the problem.

Being a sex object is not special. This particular experience of sexismthe way women are treated like objects, the way we sometimes make ourselves into objects, and how the daily sloughing away of our humanity impacts not just our lives and experiences but our very sense of selfis not an unusual one. This object status is what ties me to so many others. This is not to say that women all experience objectification in the same way; we do not. For some, those at the margins, especially, its a more violent and literal experience than I could imagine or explain.

What I know is that despite my years of writing about feminism, Ive never had the appropriate language to describe what it has meant to live with these things: The teacher who asked me on a date just a few days after I graduated high school. The college ex-boyfriend who taped a used condom to my dorm room door, scrawling whore across my dry-erase board. The Politico reporter who wrote an article about my breasts.

The individual experiences are easy enough to name, but their cumulative impact feels slippery.

A high school teacher once told me that identity is half what we tell ourselves and half what we tell other people about ourselves. But the missing piece he didnt mentionthe piece that holds so much weight, especially in the minds of young women and girlsis the stories that other people tell us about ourselves. Those narratives become the ones we shape ourselves into. Theyre who we are, even if so much of it is a performance.

This book is about more than the ways in which I grew up feeling sexually objectified, thoughexploring as much would be too pat. The feminism thats popular right now is largely grounded in using optimism and humor to undo the damage that sexism has wrought. We laugh with Amy Schumer, listen to Beyonc tell us that girls run the world or Sheryl Sandberg when she tells us to lean in.

Despite the well-worn myth that feminists are obsessed with victimhood, feminism today feels like an unstoppable force of female agency and independence. Of positivity and possibility.

Even our sad stories, of which there are many, have their takeaway moral lessons or silver lining that allows us to buck up, move on, keep working.

This is not just a survival technique but an evangelizing strategy, and a good one at that. But maybe were doing ourselves a disservice by working so hard to move past what sexism has done to us rather than observe it for a while.

Maybe its okay if we dont want to be inspirational just this once.

My daughter, Layla, is shy but fierce. I dont know if it was the circumstances of her birthborn too early and too small, sick for so longbut she is a master in the art of survival and making herself known.

This year, in kindergarten, her class was told they were going to put on a performance of The Three Little Pigs. Parts would be given out by teachers, who told the children, You get what you get and you dont get upset. And so Layla got her partthe first little pig with the straw house. She was unhappy, and when I reiterated the teachers rule about fairness and accepting the roles we are cast in she told me clearly: The only ones I want to be are the pig with the brick house or the wolf. When I asked her why her answer was simple.

Because I want to be one of the ones who doesnt get eaten.

Now, her answer may have come from a place of fearfairy tales feel real at this agebut still I was proud. My timid girl will not accept a role in which she will be devoured. She wants to live, to be the one doing the eating. I dont know that I can hope for much more.

I wrote this book because I want her to feel that way always.

She had an inside and an outside now and suddenly she knew how not to mix them.

Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

IT TOOK ME A LONG TIME TO REALIZE I WAS NOT THE ONLY GIRL whose high school teacher asked her on a date. Not the only one who sat on the train across from a man who had forgotten to zip his fly on the day he forgot to wear underwear so that his penis, still tucked in his jeans, was fully visible. I remember joking about it with my fatherthe weirdo with his dick showing! He had to explain to me that it wasnt an accident.

I am not the only one who had a boyfriend who called me stupid. Not the only one who grew up being told to be careful around groups of boys, even if they were my friends. When I was twelvethe same year I saw my first penis on a New York City subway platform, two years before I would lose my virginity to a guy from Park Slope who filled in his sideburn gaps with his moms eyeliner, and six years before I would fail out of college, tired of frat boys taping used condoms to my dorm room doorI started to have trouble sleeping. I felt sick all the time.

I KNOW ITS CALLED THE CYCLE OF VIOLENCE, BUT IN MY FAMILY, female suffering is linear: rape and abuse are passed down like the worlds worst birthright, largely skipping the men and marking the women with scars, night terrors, and fantastic senses of humor.

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