Perth's 'Pull the Pin' rally against child beauty pageants

Why protest child beauty pageants?

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Child beauty pageant contestant

Look at this and tell me it's not creepy.

A couple of weeks ago, I took part in a protest rally on the steps of Perth’s Parliament House. I took part for two reasons: firstly because participating in a protest has been on my “Bucket List” for ages, and secondly because it was a cause I felt I could get behind. When I heard that there would be a rally to prevent child beauty pageants coming to Australia, I happily went along. America’s child beauty pageant culture has been widely publicised and criticised, and had mainly come to my attention via the film Little Miss Sunshine and the TV series Toddlers & Tiaras. I thought, “Yes, I definitely don’t like the idea of that coming here.”

The turn-out for the rally was modest (to put it modestly). There were more members of the media covering the protest than there were protesters. But still, we were a small, committed group of citizens, and we made our point in our own mild way. Several mums sat on the steps juggling babies, I blew soap-bubbles, and my friend Kate Wilson did a performance poem about children’s body image. It was all very civilised. Our coordinator, Debbie, got up and made a speech about what we were opposing, and why. It was at that moment I realised I hadn’t properly thought through my reasons for protesting.

As Debbie expostulated against the mothers she’d seen on Toddlers & Tiaras for forcing their two-year-old girls into bathing suit competitions, it seemed we were merely having an emotional reaction to child beauty pageants. Was that enough to justify a protest? I mean, sure, the sight of young girls dressing up in false eyelashes and hot-pants and dancing around in front of a panel of judges did make me feel a little sick inside, but was that moral outrage, or was that just a difference of opinion? While I see a travesty in a cowgirl skirt, maybe the “stage moms” just see a sweet little girl playing dress-ups. Debbie was saying that she would never want to see her granddaughter in one of these pageants. Well, I thought, that’s fine, because no-one’s going to force her granddaughter to participate. Even if the big child beauty pageants did come to Australia, that wouldn’t mean anyone had to enter them. Debbie had some control over her granddaughter’s extra-curricular activities, while other families could choose to buy their little girls some tap lessons and start whipping them into show-ready shape. If we wanted to protest in public and influence the behaviour of other citizens, then we had to have a better reasoning that “I just don’t like it”.

The rally ended, and the media swarmed in. Channel Ten pointed a camera in my face and asked me if child beauty pageants would destroy the self-esteem of Australian girls everywhere (or some such leading question). I thought about it. I wished I’d done more research before committing myself to an opinion. Then, because I’m neither an expert on child beauty pageants or their effect on the self-esteem of Australian girls, I replied: “I couldn’t say.” The reporter almost rolled her eyes in exasperation (I don’t blame her – what was I, running for office?). She questioned me further. Did I think child beauty pageants were dangerous? No, I thought that would be giving them too much significance. Was I angry that child beauty pageants might be coming to Australia? Not really, I’d just prefer that they didn’t. What, exactly, was my problem with child beauty pageants? Well …

I tried to get to the core of my disapproval. I thought about all the young children and teenagers I’d worked with, all the little girls complaining to me that they were “fat” and needed to go on a diet. I thought about how miserable I’d been at high school because I wasn’t pretty enough. I thought about how I’d get old one day, and big, and wrinkly, and what old age would feel like for those girls who’d always taken pride in being “beauty queens”. Yes, my reaction was emotional, but could I find more reason to oppose the beauty culture?

I could. “I think encouraging child beauty pageants would send the wrong message to young girls. Beauty is very subjective, and eventually fades away, but personality and intelligence can last for the rest of your life. I think we should be creating a culture where girls feel comfortable in their looks, rather than judged. At the end of the day, child beauty pageants are really about the parents, and I think it’s almost bordering on child abuse when parents push their children into such high pressure situations.” The reporter thanked me, and the camera was dropped from my face.

I mused a bit longer over my answers. Children in high pressure situations … Sure, I was never entered in any beauty pageants as a child, but I do remember entering many academic competitions. And sports carnivals. And acting auditions. No matter what I did, I always felt I should be doing better, should be doing more. How was that any different from a girl pushing herself to rank higher in the next beauty pageant? My answer: I don’t think it is different. I think our society puts way too much pressure on children to achieve. I say this as someone who is in recovery from “overachiever syndrome”. How do we raise young girls to be ambitious, hard-working, responsible, and still be balanced human beings? How do we teach them to relax, to give themselves a break, to enjoy life, when we admonish them every time they don’t get the grade we were hoping for? When they don’t achieve, parents are disappointed. Are we pushing them for their own good, or for something else?

I think balance is the hardest thing of all to achieve. The Buddhists call it “The Middle Path”. During their lives, Australia’s young girls will have to walk the tightrope between relaxed and lazy; smart and “up herself”; sexy and oversexed; motivated and obsessive; assertive and “a bitch”. Who will teach them to walk it?

I’m glad I attended that protest. We weren’t there to change lesgislation, or to shake our fists at any politicians. We were there to change minds, to direct attention towards the growing culture of “beauty” in Australia. We wanted to remind ourselves what kind of example we hope to set for young girls and women. And, in the process, I had a chance to investigate more thoroughly opinions that I hadn’t questioned before. In that, at least, I have achieved something.

Read ABC Perth’s coverage of the protest.

Read Universal Royalty pageant director Annette Hill’s reaction to the protests.

NYWM and I got a mention in the writingWA news! Have a read:

Perth performance poet Kaitlyn Plyley knows how to connect with her generation, which is exactly what she’ll be doing as recently appointed Western Australian Ambassador for National Young Writer’s Month, a new project by Express Media with the support of the Australian Government Youth Development and Support Program.
After writing and performing poetry all over Perth, Plyley won her way to the Australian Poetry Slam 2010 national final with a rap about bogans. She is an enthusiastic blogger and short story writer, although as a member of Gen-Y, she only writes her stories 140 characters at a time. READ MORE

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Poem: “What Is She”

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The second poem I’ve written as part of my National Young Writers’ Month writing goal (10 poems before 30 June).

WHAT IS SHE

What is she when she’s at home?

When she unwinds her scarf, when she pulls off her shoes,

what is she when she’s on her own?

Is she a stockbroker, or a dancer?

Is she a cheat, or a chancer?

Is she a tomboy who drives a Lancer?

What is she when she’s on her own?

While she wipes off her make-up, is she surviving a break-up?

Is she someone who’d take up

with a guy who’s no good?

Is she a stuck-up bitch while she looks through the fridge?

Is she unsure which major to take?

Is she good to her mum? Is she someone who bakes?

What is she while she fills up the pot?

Is she a five, or a ten? Is she officially hot?

While she shakes pasta into the boiling water,

is she the dux of her alma mater?

Is she waiting for somebody to call?

Is she painting her house?

Is she having it all?

Is she nice to people who don’t deserve it?

While she stirs in the sauce, is she really “worth it”?

Is she kind, or is her heart a stone?

I want to know what she is when she’s on her own.

What is she while she eats her dinner alone?

Sooo for National Young Writers Month we each have to set a personal writing goal, and my goal is to write ten poems by the end of the month. That’s ten poems before the 30th of June, or an average of one poem every three days. This may sound easy, but only if you don’t take into account my considerable procrastination skills.

I’ll post each poem as I write ’em, and hopefully by the end of June I’ll have ten new poems (not of any particular quality, but hey that’s not the point).

Since we’re already four days into NaYoWriMo, I’m well overdue for a poem, so Poem #1 is coming post-haste.

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After being shortlisted for Australian Poetry’s Cafe Poet Program, I’ve teamed up with il lido italian canteen (in Cottesloe) and will be their poet-in-residence for the next 6 months. Hurrah!

So if you’re ever in Cottesloe, please stop by and have a cup of tea with me! I’ll be the one sitting near a window, scribbling away.

Sometimes I do poems on request, so feel free to ask. If you buy me lunch I’ll write a bespoke poem, just for you. (A nice lunch, mind – not just a muffin or something. C’mon, a girl’s gotta eat.)

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This Friday afternoon I’ll be holding the Perth edition of the NYWM Young Writers’ Workshop – 5pm at the Katharine Susannah Prichard (KSP) Writers’ Centre.

After the success of the Bunbury workshop, I’m very much looking forward to seeing what Perth’s young writers can bring to the table.

It will run for one hour, and we’ll talk about writing, getting started, and ideas for NYWM writing projects.

I’m also pleased to announce that we’ll have a special guest – Sj Finch, editor of dotdotdash and published author.

WHERE: The KSP Writers Centre, 11 Old York Road, Greenmount WA

WHEN: 5pm-6pm Fri 27 May

WHAT: Bring pen and paper, and be ready to write!

WHO: You, silly.

Although the workshop is free, you will need to reserve a spot if you wish to attend. CLICK HERE to let me know you want to attend.

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Here’s a bit of smart-arsery I wrote for Edith Cowan University’s student magazine, GSM.

It has been out of vogue for a while, but we think the feminist movement might be poised for a come-back. So, GSM reviews feminism: hot, or not?

Feminism burst onto social scene in the 1700s, with the women’s suffrage movement. Oppressive patriarchy was hugely fashionable back then, but two tres chic Frenchwomen came up with a provocative new idea: women should be allowed to vote. Oh, la la! This new French trend started turning heads all over the world, until suffrage finally exploded in Britain.

Then feminism got really exciting. Not to be outdone by the French, the British suffragettes took extravagance to new levels. In London, 1907, the big look for Winter was ‘mud’ as over 3,000 chilly damsels marching through the sludgy streets. They were showing the British public their determination to be recognised as equal citizens, and they did it with breathtaking flair. Colours were dark, muted tones, with splashes of red and white. Protesters accessorised with matching red and white posies, bound with cute vintage hankerchiefs. And the girls really made a statement with their white banners and scarlet slogans. Feminism was hip; it was edgy. It was haute.

Of all the stylish ladies (and gents, John Stuart Mill!) who supported votes for women, none was hotter than suffrage it-girl Mrs Pankhurst. This gutsy goddess inspired countless women to starve themselves in the name of fabulousness. In the middle of one hunger strike, prison officials tried to barge into Mrs Pankhurst’s cell and force carbs down her throat. Our heroine raised a clay jug over her head and cried, “I shall defend myself!” The woman was fierce. Making civil rights fashionable was her lasting legacy – because, as she famously declared, freedom is to die for.

When women won the right to vote, the heady days of feminist militance and red posies seemed over. Feminism disappeared from view, only to return more fabulous than ever in the 60s. Feminist theory was back, and it was sexed-up. Fearless females were burning their bras (not designer, we hope!) and upping their erotic IQs. They were saying, ‘What if I don’t just want to be a wife and mother? What if I want to be a career girl, or a sex bunny, or a princess?’ YES. We loved the movement’s new mystique, and The Female Eunuch was a real page-turner, but sadly this new wave of feminism left us a little dissatisfied. After all those decades of fab fems working hard to get equal rights, it was still super hard for a girl to get ahead at work, and her bum was still getting pinched. By the time Y2K came around, we were pretty glum about the whole thing.

But all is not lost. Feminism may not be as exciting or as glamorous as it was last century, but it certainly has the classic appeal of self-righteousness. The movement’s central tenet – that life is way suckier for women than men – is hard to deny. A lot of the super un-fun stuff that women have to deal with (like childbirth, yuk!) is unique to the female sex. Men can never, ever understand what ladies go through, which is great for feminists – it gives them an edge in debates.

If you’re a white, middle-class woman living in a Western democracy, then feminism is a good fit for you. (If you’re a lesbian too, then bravo for going the extra mile!) For you, being a feminist requires very little maintenance. Mostly, all you have to do is keep being female. While one hundred years ago the suffragette sisters were starving themselves and risking beatings to defend their rights, now you don’t need to go that extreme. It’s easy to defend your rights; you don’t have to be employed, get an education, or even vote – you can simply say you’re exercising your right not to. Hurrah!

As social movements go, feminism is sounding pretty foxy, right? But wait. A lot of feminists you meet seem to wear comfortable shoes and hate men. Don’t worry, that doesn’t mean you have to! Follow these easy steps, and you’ll be prepared to respond to any questions about your feminism. In case a non-feminist challenges you, memorise this classic fact: ‘In Australia, women earn on average 17% less than men.’ (This is always a safe statistic to quote because it hasn’t changed in thirty years – it isn’t going anywhere!) Should a militant feminist ask you why you’re wearing heels and a Playboy bunny tee, simply learn this adjective: ‘post-feminist’.

So now you know all you need to become a fully-fledged feminista. You’ll feel smarter for being politically active, with the added bonus of moral superiority. Enjoy your newfound sisterhood, but remember one thing: never laugh at feminism. There is nothing funny about it.

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It has been a weekend of BRINGIN’ IT to the South West – and by “it” I mean NATIONAL YOUNG WRITERS’ MONTH!

I’m spending a lovely weekend attending the Margaret River Readers & Writers Festival. Among other joys, I got to see Kate Wilson bring the house down with her talk ‘Poetry in Motion’. The girl’s a star. Also gave NYWM a li’l plug, and met dozens of people also passionate about writing and literature. Their enthusiasm is infectious.

I’ll be in Bunbury tomorrow, running the Bunno edition of the Young Writers’ Workshop. It’s 5pm-6pm at the Bunbury City Library (click HERE if you want to reserve yo’self a spot).

CAN’T WAIT.

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This Monday I’ll be running a Young Writers’ Workshop in Bunno. It’s a part of NYWM, getting young writers some inspiration for their personal writing projects. AND it will feature a special guest (woooo)!

WHAT: Young Writers’ Workshop BUNBURY

WHERE: The Bunbury City Library’s Activity Room (on Parkfield St)

WHEN: 5pm-6pm Monday 16 May

HOW MUCH: Nada! It’s free – all you have to do is reserve a spot.

The workshop runs for one hour, and it’s totally free, so I urge all writers under 25 to reserve their spot! Just flick me an email with the subject line “Bunbury workshop info”.

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