“The woman who checks her make-up half a dozen times a day to see if her foundation has caked or her mascara run, who worries that the wind or rain may spoil her hairdo, who looks frequently to see if her stockings have bagged at the ankle, or who, feeling fat, monitors everything she eats, has become, just as surely as the inmate of Panopticon, a self-policing subject, a self committed to a relentless self-surveillance. This self-surveillance is a form of obedience to patriarchy. It is also the reflection in woman’s consciousness of the fact that she is under surveillance in ways that he is not, that whatever else she may become, she is importantly a body designed to please or to excite. There has been induced in many women, then, in Foucault’s words, “a state of conscious and permanent visibility that assures the automatic functioning of power.” Since the standards of female bodily acceptibility are impossible fully to realize, requiring as they do a virtual transcendence of nature, a woman may live much of her life with a pervasive feeling of bodily deficiency. Hence, a tighter control of the body has gained a new kind of hold over the mind.”—
Sandra Lee Bartky. pp.80-81. “Foucault, Femininity, and the Modernization of Patriarchal Power” (via sacrecoeur)
I remember being obsessed with Foucault in college. sigh.
These social structures that are designed to reward those who already have privilege and connections (better schools, better tutoring/test prep, more financial freedom to pursue betterment opportunities like internships and study abroad, etc…) are the reasons why those who are ahead gain more and those who are behind lose what little they have.
Now I am not saying that there aren’t working class kids who get a foothold into a better future through internships, but it is clear that the vast majority of them go to youth who can afford not to work and who have the connections to get them in the first place.
“He says, You have to study and learn so that you can make up your own mind about history and everything else but you can’t make up an empty mind. Stock your mind, stock your mind. It is your house of treasure and no one can interfere with it. You might be poor, your shoes might be broken, but your mind is a palace.”—Headmaster O’Halloran, Angela’s Ashes, Frank McCourt (via siobhanriordan)