
Anyway, I am happy enough with Badinter's closing quote, whatever The Times was trying to communicate with it. It's not often you hear such sentiments from feminists today:
"I’m a mediocre mother like the vast majority of women, because I’m human."
Perhaps the most striking notion about the book and its candid detail of the 18 year-old heroine’s sexuality, is that the graphic discussion of overt - and apparently, in this case, unhygienic sex practices - is being incorporated into the modern playbook of feminist principles. (A comparable example of this "frankness" being the box office success of Sex in the City.) Apparently Feuchtgebiete includes discussions of douching - or not - hemorrhoids, anal sex, and avocado pits as a tool of female gratification.
It's troubling, the lack of consideration of the largely vacuous nature of these pieces being sold as empowering to women -- and the potential consequence of such characterizations. But at least The Times article looks to German writer and feminist Ingrid Kolb to sum up the intense interest in the book: “When a woman breaks a taboo, it is automatically incorporated into the feminism debate, whether it really belongs there or not.” Touché.
My partner referred to it as the NY/LA “boutique” image of the perfect childbirth. Of course, we all want women to have this intervention-free option. But for some of us, there may not be the luxury of an uncomplicated pregnancy and childbirth. And that can make us feel like we've lost control. It became pretty clear by Rikki's third hat change and overly dramatic forward-leaning, finger chapelling attentiveness, that this movie was primarily about women trying to either regain or maintain that control. Not until I was 1 hour and 9 minutes into the movie did I realize that it was not about control of one’s own childbirth experience, as the film lauds, but about control of other women and their experience. Sadly, 'expert' clinicians are also used to meet this end. At one point in the film, Dr. Michel Odent (the OB who also believes men should not be present at childbirth) makes the claim that when a woman gives birth by “caesarean section she does not release [the natural] flow of "love hormones" [oxitocin], so she is a different woman than if she had given birth naturally...and the first contact between mother and baby is different.” Here Odent compares women to monkeys who will reject their babies if delivered by c-section. Upon hearing this, I quite astonished myself and my poor partner, by bursting into tears.
Childbirth is a wonderful, moving, emotional, life-changing event for every woman; the amazing birth footage in this documentary attests to that. What is worrisome, however, is the shocking amount of misinformation the film conveys about childbirth, accompanied by a self-affirming (and often righteous) adamance about the importance of the “right” birth and becoming the “right” kind of mother. This is interspersed with an extreme lack of criticality in regard to the 'big picture' of various practices by those interviewed, including women, social scientists and health care providers. (I should say here that there was a striking absence of L&D nurses in this movie. Not one was interviewed!). Neither was there even a smattering of sympathy for women who have births that don’t go as planned. As a twenty-five year-old first time mom, I had a complicated pregnancy and The Kid was, in the end - thankfully - delivered safely to my arms by cesarean section. But I have known women who have had horrifically complicated pregnancies necessitating close monitoring of both mom and baby; mothers who have had perfectly normal pregnancies and lost their babies in what seemed to begin as an uncomplicated birth; husbands and children who have lost their wives and mothers because of unforeseen problems.
The empowerment of women is not as simple as demedicalizing childbirth. But it is as simple as avoiding shaming women into taking chances for fear of being a “bad mother.” Empowering women doesn't mean demanding we all make the same choices and become the same kinds of mothers; it means allowing us to empower ourselves to become the mothers we choose to be.
And more generally, does the idea of a middle-aged, single, career-oriented woman looking for another woman - younger, dumber, poorer - to act as a surrogate in order that the successful woman have the pinnacle female trophy -- a child -- sound any alarms? It should.
When feminism starts recognizing the dilemma it has created for women to see either maternity or modernity as a trap -- maybe it will be able to reconcile the two rather than insist that we accept both.