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Tessa Carman's avatar

“We abandoned the spindle for the voting booth and found that we no longer had a place of our own anymore.” What a great line.

I do find it encouraging how there is such a hunger for the Real amidst so much confusion, so much fakery. Real community, real bread, real milk, real dances—which all point toward and participate in Reality. How ironic that many folks feel they must engage in cosplay in order to recover a lost sense of, well, order and beauty. (I remember how beautiful my fellow Rennies became when they switched from T-shirts and jeans into their bodices and doublets.)

I'm reading Owen Barfield right now, and I think one could say that today there's a longing for what he calls “original participation” with reality—we suspect that the world is not simply dead matter or a whirring machine. Dirt is alive. The spheres sing.

Barfield also writes of the old principle of what Lewis described as having one's “insides on the outside”: The understanding of the human soul and its (or her, I should say, hearkening to the medieval understanding of the soul as feminine in relation to God) telos, and masculinity and femininity in particular, will be reflected in our clothing, architecture, and indeed, overall disposition and bearing.

I'm reminded of the encouragement I found years and years ago reading Rod Dreher's 'Crunchy Cons'—I was introduced to so much good stuff therein, including Eric Brende's work. I'm also always encouraged by my family, wherein I know courageous, competent men who are true husbandmen, and women who love sewing dresses for their daughters, making raw milk cheese and kefir, letting their children ride horses in the woods, and hosting all-are-welcome meals and psalm sings and barn dances.

Have you read John Senior? I think if he and John Seymour had ever befriended each other they would have shaken things up even more than they did separately.

Thank you!

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To some extent, I am with you. Masculinity and femininity are deeply real, and matter alongside the bare-bones biological "male" or "female." (I love CS Lewis's thoughts on this in Perelandra).

To some extent, I think varying levels of masculinity or femininity are just a normal part of the way we were created as humans, along the lines of different talents.

And while I agree with the "Chromosomes" and "Attitude" parts of your formula, I disagree with the "appearances and aesthetics" portion. Trying to embody an aesthetic of some kind, consistently, would be a performance from me, not anything genuine, unless, of course, you consider "tangled hair and clutter" an aesthetic. I relate to CS Lewis in Surprised By Joy: "I am one of those on whom Nature has laid the doom that whatever they buy and whatever they wear they will always look as if they had come out of an old clothes shop." (Not to say anything against thrift stores, which I love.)

It is not that I am incapable of being beautiful, but I'm a bit clumsy in matters of the visual-spatial, just as some struggle to sing in tune and others can't see colors quite well. I had to learn in my teens to be content with this weakness, which includes masculine pursuits like driving a stick shift, as well as feminine ones like crocheting or making a room look nice. Of course, like anything, I could put more effort into having beautiful hair or beautiful handwriting, but how much effort do I put in before it becomes a performance? And isn't that effort better used to develop the things that come to me more naturally, my gifts? They include both feminine pursuits (caring for children, writing, and a developing cooking skill) and more neutral or perhaps masculine ones (hiking, studying transit systems, debate). But none of them has to do with appearances.

You argue against women who say that what matters is in their heart. But what is in the heart will lead to fruit. I think the fruit of my belief in womanhood shows up in the way I am learning to speak to children, singing loudly in church, the smiles I offer to others, the kindness, gentleness, and self-control (amongst others) I am developing. But this belief is not apparent by my threadbare skirt or faded sweater or oversized jeans or whatever is going on with my hair at the moment.

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