So some brilliance from shannon, amananta and twisty (be sure to read the comments, too) has inspired me to aggregate some thoughts I’ve had regarding the ongoing beauty wars of the feminist blogosphere.
Most feminists worth their salt understand the male privilege, that under patriarchy, men have certain rights and entitlements that women do not have. But I think that there is such a thing as female privilege, or “pretty privilege”, if you will. Don’t get me wrong - I don’t deny that pretty women suffer under patriarchy, that they are just as likely to be victims of rape or domestic violence, or be paid badly or not have access to contraceptives/abortion.
Patriarchy oppresses women, especially in the modern West, by holding women to a beauty standard and doling out value according to how well they fit the beauty standard.
Pretty women are not devalued under this system and may even reap some benefits for their good looks. That’s why I think that pretty women* often express indifference or even hostility towards radical feminist criticism of beauty culture as misogynist or hell even as a little sexist or see beauty culture as something to be celebrated or even as empowering. They can’t see through their pretty privilege.
Pretty privilege means that you don’t see your body parts labeled “ugly” or “disordered”. Pretty privilege means that you don’t have people berating you for your body (i.e. go on a diet fatty). Pretty privilege means that the images labeled beautiful may be pretty damn close to what you yourself look like. Pretty privilege means that you’ve got a good chance of success at being a (patriarchally defined) woman. Pretty privilege means that you don’t live in a world that hates your body.
Women who don’t have pretty privilege or who can see through that BS don’t see beauty culture as a fun way to improve your looks/decorate yourself/express your femininity. We see beauty culture as another system of oppression the patriarchy places on women.
*by pretty, I don’t mean “Victoria’s Secret model clone”, I mean any woman who meets basic standards of conventional attractiveness, and is, at the very least, not ugly.
**and I’ll fess up about my own experiences with beauty culture seeing as the personal is political and all that: I’ve been pretty and I’ve been ugly. Both experiences sucked in their own way which is why I’m done with the rat race and I’m sick of playing the game. More on this later, I swear.