Thursday, August 21, 2008

Presidian Turntable Where Is Model Number

Elites melancholy representations of the feminine

About this post in Sociological Meditations on the analysis of Tironi, I remembered an issue that I found very appealing at the time, but did not mention (at least not in this sad and abandoned blog). When Bachelet began to lead the polls and then when won the election in a runoff, the public galleries were filled with people talking about the leaders 'feminine'. Much of the characterizations of this type of leadership were profuse in laudatory adjectives: sweet, warm, tender, conciliatory, friendly, horizontal, friendly, open, dialogic, empathetic, emotionally intelligent , etc. In many cases these characterizations are contrasted with the leadership of 'male': ambitious, aggressive, vertical, executives, hard, rational, discerning, efficient, etc.

For me it was always a mystery (still is) where they come from these ways of understanding women and masculine. They sound similar to the set of dichotomies on which our culture is organized, up and down, good and evil, heaven and hell, etc.. They also seem to have some pop psychoanalysis. Even straight out of a self-help book, but I have no certainty of its origin. It also happens that I find highly suspect.

suspicious, partly because power is power and I was used to assume, following Machiavelli , that whoever exercises is required to submit to their specific laws if you intend to keep it seriously, beyond voluntarism or characterizations of gender in black and white. Suspicious

, finally, being too simplistic and unilateral. Fortunately at that time was reading the stories Patricia Highsmith misogynist and were a great antidote. There is puenden find descriptions of the 'feminine' rather more bleak :

The idea was to kill Sarah Sylvester based on good food, kindness in a sense, to fulfill its duty as a wife (... .) Began to use stronger fats, butter and olive oil goose, make macaroni and cheese, coat the sandwiches with a thick layer of butter, to insist that the milk was a wonderful source of calcium to combat hair loss Sylvester.

The poor fellow did not suspect anything, but had gained too much weight. Played tennis, but remained motionless on the court, without running after the ball. One day his wife, tired of waiting for the outcome of his plan, decided to accelerate the outcome and asked Sylvester to take her on the shoulder to the second floor of the house

excruciating pain gripped her chest. He took a fist to his chest and bared his teeth in a grimace of agony. Sarah watched him lay on the bed. He did nothing. He waited and waited (...). After about 15 minutes, Sylvester froze. Sarah fell asleep at last. When he got up, found that Sylvester was really dead and starting to cool. Then telephoned the family doctor. Nothing

healthier to stop reading the newspaper columnists from time to time.
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