My eyes suck. They
always have, since I was a little baby.
I had my first set of glasses when I was two years old. My eyesight was so bad that even as a
toddler, it was apparent to my parents that I had troubles. I started out life with a lazy eye that made
me see double. Everywhere I went, I was
given two choices on which way to go, and often time when that choice involved
two doors, I’d walk through the wrong one and right into a wall. So I got glasses. My parents were a bit concerned about giving
glasses to such a young child, but they remark to this day about how amazing it
was when I put them on for the first time.
The look on my face; the amazement apparent in being able to see the
world clearly for the first time. They
never worried about me losing or breaking my glasses from that day forward,
because it was obvious to them that they were my most precious possession; the
possession that allowed me to see; to
properly function in a world where not having eyes is a huge disadvantage.
The lazy eye issue corrected itself over the years, as they
often do, and now my only visual malady is near-sightedness. I am 20/250 without correction, which, if it
wasn’t correctible, would make me legally blind. Thank God it is. I can generally get myself very close to
20/20 with corrective lenses. That being
said, when I started having serious troubles with psoriasis later in life, my
days of wearing glasses daily were over.
Anything on or near my skin for an extended period of time will cause a
psoriatic lesion to form, and glasses on the bridge of my nose and behind my
ears would be no exception. In fact, I’ve
got nasty lesions behind my ears now, as I type this, because I had to wear my
glasses last week due to a bout with pinkeye keeping me from my contacts. Those will unfortunately be with me now, as
they have been for the last 5 or 6 years now, for the next couple of years,
minimum. Such is life.
Back to the point...
My vision sucks. So,
as much as I absolutely love to read, I’ve stayed away from it for a few years
now because, coupled with my almost constant computer use at work, the close-up
focusing required to read taxes my eyes beyond their comfort zone and I get
headaches.
As a result, I’ve taken to listening to audio books. In my line of work, I do a good bit of
driving. Right now, I have two projects
going that are a three hour one way drive from my office, and I go to them once
a week, so I have ample time to listen to my books.
Right now, I’m listening to The Hunger Games, and so we get
to the point, finally, of this posting.
I can think of no better role model for young women than
Katniss Everdeen. She is an absolutely
perfect person. She’s humble and hard
working. She has a strong sense of
family and devotion to her family. She
is resourceful and intelligent, and physically capable. She is morally strong, having a set of morals
that she lives by, and sticking to them no matter what. She sets goals and obtains them without fear
or hesitation. She is the absolute
perfect literary heroine, and I am very, very glad that this generation of
young women has Katniss as a model to aspire to.
Katniss’s father died in a mining accident, leaving her
family destitute and starving when she was only 11 years old. Her mother, stricken by grief, was incapable
of doing for the family, so Katniss did.
At great personal peril, she used her hunting and fishing and gathering
skills to not only feed her family, but create enough reserve to trade in town
for things that they needed. In the
world in which Katniss lives, she could be shot for poaching or for going
outside the fence to hunt, but she does it anyway, because it needs doing. The moral?
Katniss will risk her own life to keep her family safe and secure.
Her little sister, Prim, is a delicate thing that doesn’t
handle adversity well. So Katniss takes
care of her, shielding her from the proverbial “slings and arrows” and
nurturing her as she raises her. The
moral? Katniss has a strong maternal
instinct, and a strong bond to family, and she will do what it takes to care
for her family, including taking on their burden as her own.
During the games, Katniss meets a little girl about Prim’s
age who is alone and scared, with 23 other older, stronger kids trying to kill
her. Katniss takes her in, and takes
care of her, working with her together to make them stronger, as a pair, than
they could ever be alone. When the girl
is killed by another boy in the games, Katniss kills him in revenge. The moral?
If you fuck with Katniss’s family, she will kill you.
I think the biggest thing that I see in Katniss is the
qualities of strong womanhood to which feminism has turned up their noses. Devotion to family is too “female” for them,
and so they reject it, and reject family, in general, in their general quest to
destroy everything feminine and make women into men. Katniss is the perfect repudiation for their
theory that a woman cannot be strong and self-sure, while still being a mother
and a provider and decidedly feminine.
Katniss is a bad-ass. The
woodcraft I’ve built up as a hobby over my lifetime doesn’t compare to what she
can do at 16 years old. I would never,
ever want to go up against her in the arena, and yet, if I was good to her, and
presented myself as an ally instead of a threat, I’d never have to. Like Peeta, I’d become part of her family and
she’d die to protect me.
Katniss is the perfect repudiation for the core tenants of
radical feminism. She flays them
mercilessly, showing that a woman can be a good mother, a caretaker, and a
selfless devotee to her family, while still being strong, accomplished, and
bad-ass in every way.
Where feminism fails, and Katniss succeeds, is that feminism
sees the family as a burden to hold a woman back, while Katniss sees them as
the tide that lifts all vessels, and the reason to excel in the first place.
That, coupled with the strong message of the consequences of
having too strong of a central government, give me hope that those lessons will
sink in with today’s youth, and they’ll remember them a they grow older and
begin to influence the political process in our country.
The Hunger Games is easily one of the best stories I’ve ever
read. I’d originally thought it was
tweener melodrama, and I was wrong. It
is an excellent read, and I highly recommend it, even to you crotchety old
farts out there.
I've not read the books myself, but My Lovely Wife quite enjoyed them, and I've picked up a bit by osmosis. Katniss Everdeen sounds like a winner, and (wonder of wonders) is even seems as though the actress who portrays her in the major motion picture is a gem amidst the dross as well. It kinda makes me wonder how it got that far. Usually characters and stories that don't meet the narrative are either killed or gutted long before this point. I like it, and hopefully they keep coming.
ReplyDeleteMy wife and I have read all three. I have to agree with your assessment. Katniss has a lot in common with the women who tamed the frontier and nothing in common with the radical feminists whose essential rebellion is to deny their own femininity. As tomorrow's frontier woman, Katniss can do more by example to liberate and empower American women than a legion of NOW members.
ReplyDeleteMay Mini-Goober grow up to be like her.