I watched the bizarre movie The Substance yesterday. Although I can say I absolutely hated the ending, I did like the political commentaries that it brough to light.
The invisibility of women as we age (a good thing in my opinion.) The pressure on women to keep looking as young as possible. The self hatred that our beauty based culture can inflict on women. The disgusting men everywhere, seemingly endless amounts of them, who objectify women. "Beautiful girls smile" leers one man to a young girl, trying to get her to smile. An experience I had in my youth more than once.
I enjoyed how powerful and decisive the main character became as she aged. No spoilers here, but the movie dug through the old myth of the maiden, the mother and the crone in a unique way.
As a crone myself I found that very empowering. To own your "crone-ness" and to hell with everything and everyone else. Men don't like us because we now know all their tricks. How vapid and lurid most of them are. Not all men of course, but that's the general vibe honestly. And when a man's partner turns into a crone I think he becomes a bit fearful. Not a bad thing. Keeps him on his toes.
Disability is another challenge that makes one invisible. Although those who do see us are shockingly helpful and friendly. I realized the other day as I used my wheelchair how much people try and go out of their way to be friendly to me. Not when I use my rollator strangely enough. Then maybe I'm just an "old woman" instead of a "disabled woman?" It feels strange to transition between these worlds at will.
I'll be honest. I do miss my grey hair. I feel ready to embrace my crone-ness and start kicking some butt.
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