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What Is a Woman? One of my favourite television shows was Heroes. Its tagline was brilliant: Save the Cheerleader. Save the World. Of course, my experience with cheerleaders suggests otherwise. Still, what great branding. It was original, imaginative and instantly memorable. The fate of the entire world depended upon saving one seemingly ordinary young woman—not a president, a general or a caped crusader. A cheerleader. When we were children, we played heroes and villains. You might think everyone wanted to be the hero, but no. Plenty of my companions enthusiastically chose villain—and played the part to perfection. I didn’t care. I knew we were playing. I was in it for the fun. The villain could terrorize the neighbourhood, tie somebody to a tree and threaten civilization before supper. Then the game ended. The captive was released. The borrowed bicycle was returned. Everyone went HOME. Children often understand what adults conveniently forget: Playing the villain is not the same as becoming one. The danger begins when we forget that we are performing—when the costume becomes an identity, applause becomes nourishment and the role becomes an entitlement. Enter the Prom Queen. She has been taught to seek admiration. She is crowned by the gaze of others and temporarily declared the fairest in the land. Enter the Porn Queen. She has been taught to perform desire. She is consumed by the gaze of others and temporarily declared whatever they need her to be. Enter Carrie. Carrie performs neither innocence nor desire successfully. She is awkward, frightened and uninitiated. She does not understand the rules because nobody taught her the game. So they make her the game. The Prom Queen is admired. The Porn Queen is desired. Carrie is humiliated. All three are trapped beneath the same gaze. We assign women their roles, reward them for performing, punish them for failing—and blame them for the costume. One is crowned by it. One is consumed by it. One is destroyed by it. And then Carrie returns the fire. That does not make what she does right. Consequences are not necessarily justice. But when people manufacture humiliation for entertainment, they should not pretend innocence when the entertainment turns upon them. Carrie was not born the villain. She was cast as one. That is the part polite society prefers to forget. We are very interested in the final explosion and remarkably uninterested in who stacked the kindling, poured the fuel and struck the first match. The greatest danger may not be the cheerleader standing on the sidelines. It may be the cheerleader inside us—the voice applauding our every impulse, excusing our every cruelty and assuring us that anyone who objects is merely jealous. Confidence says: Get up. You can survive this. Narcissism says: I did it, so it must be right. One builds resilience. The other builds a throne. A real hero does not need to win every scene. A real hero can remove the cape, surrender the crown and ask the question no cheering section wants to hear: What if I am wrong? Perhaps we have been trying to save the wrong cheerleader. Save the person beneath the performance. Save desire from becoming consumption. Save confidence from becoming worship. Save power from its own applause. Because sometimes the Prom Queen meets the Porn Queen. And sometimes they both meet Carrie. The Prom Queen. The Porn Queen. Carrie. The woman society crowns. The woman society consumes. The woman society condemns. Three faces reflected through the expectations of others. But who is Eve when nobody is watching? Save yourself from your biggest cheerleader. Save the world from your ego. Just Tracy, Just ’Cause. Parsimony. Clarity. Virtue. Resonance: I’m on Fire — Bruce Springsteen F.S.C.: For Satirical Consumption ⚖️🦉🪽⚜️ #Home #Love #truth #sex #fire
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