Good morning all
I, too, like that thought about depression in intelligent women being a natural response to the patriarchy. I mean, it's tragic that it happens, and indeed that we have a patriarchy. But comforting that it's "them", not "us", as it were.
Anyhoo, I wandered in here to present you all with my morning gripe.
I am a person who is fond of tattoos. And some piercings - a full face of metal doesn't appeal to me but I have several holes in my ears and once upon a time had my nose pierced too. This was shortly after I met DH, who doesn't like piercings. Or tattoos. Or technicolour hair.
When I met him, I had purple hair, one tattoo and got nose pierced soon into our relationship. So he knew what he was letting himself in for.
But even though he never made a fuss aside from pulling A Face when I came home with my pierced nose, I knew he didn't like it, and about a year into our relationship I took out my nose ring and also went down to one earring in each ear. At the time I convinced myself I wasn't doing it for him, but because I was "growing up".
I got another tattoo about 4 years later, and over the last couple of years I've had my first tattoo, which was crap, lasered off and a significantly larger cover-up done. He sulked for days after I had each done, but not said anything negative ever again once he had "got over it" on each occasion.
My mother is completely hysterical (if you'll forgive my use of the word) about my tattoos, cried buckets after each one ("how could you do this to me!?!" full-on weeping), won't be seen in public with me if they are showing, her biggest fear in life is that her extended family will find out about them and she was also very uncomfortable about being seen in public with me when I had purple hair and facial piercings.
If it weren't for DH and DM, I would have a full back piece (I believe the human back is a fabulous canvas and just asking to be filled) and probably at least a half-sleeve on each arm. As it is, to avoid their negative responses, I have only two small(ish) tattoos.
But it makes me so sad that the two people in this world (DDs aside) who are supposed to love and accept me the most are the two who make me feel the most uncomfortable about being myself.
Now that I'm 40 and ancient and probably due a mid-life crisis, I am feeling a large amount of Fuck Them. At work we aren't allowed any jewellery for biosecurity reasons and I'm too lazy to take it off every day so haven't worn any for 5 years. But now I'm out of the lab and can wear jewellery full-time again, I want to re-pierce my nose. I've been planning this for about 2 years now. I've mentioned it to DH a couple of times, and again this morning. He just made A Face and didn't say anything.
I also want to get the tattoo that was crap and lasered off done again, but right this time. It was an image from a children's book that was my favourite as a child (I still have it) and means a lot to me. Sadly the "artist" I chose was an incompetent wanker so he fucked it up completely, but I still love the image and want it as a tattoo 20 years later! So I'm planning to have that done once I finish my PhD.
But I just feel cold inside at the reaction I'm going to get from DH (and DM if I ever fail to hide it efficiently) for both the piercing and the tattoo.
Sorry, that turned into an epic rant. But uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhh! Why do I let these two people dictate what I do with my own body? Why do I let myself care more about their feelings than my own? And it just ruins the joy these things should bring me knowing that I'm going to have to face such a negative reaction from them. I really don't think DH would ever consider leaving me because of a tattoo, but I hate that sad and hurt looks he gets, as if I stabbed him in the heart with the tattoo gun.