Thursday, 05 May 2011
There is a scene in My Big Fat Greek Wedding during which Daughter is lamenting to Mother about how stubborn Father is being. Mother and Daughter come up with a potential solution to their problem, but Daughter remains convinced that Father will never go for it, at which point Mother smiles knowingly and says to Daughter: "The man is the head. But woman is the neck, and she can turn the head any way she wants."
It's true: women have this peculiar power, and men find it frightfully foreign. To them it stems from this mysterious place awash with maternal sensuality. A woman contains oceans - hazy waves of uncertain depth that can seduce and transform and make drowning seem nice. I mean, she has a womb. She can grow life inside her. It's an unfathomable power that a woman has, really. We could get anything we wanted, and use it to build a beautiful world.
But we don't. Because we are busy - performing our roles and seeking approval and echoing the whispers of men who call us sluts.
I wonder what the world would be like if women embraced their neck-power and used it to do what they wanted, instead of what's expected.