Thursday, April 11, 2013

Suddenly, Transmisogyny: “Unclean Jobs for Women and Girls” by Alissa Nutting

I can't find the link now, but it was one of those lists of “the 10 best young writers you've never heard of” or some such. Because I often find literary fiction exhaustingly pretentious and dull, I had indeed never heard of any of them; because I am a sucker who keeps hoping to find the latest metaphor-ridden fiction by straight white cis people as mindblowing as the literary establishment tells me it is, I decided to try reading some of them.

My first choice was Unclean Jobs for Women and Girls by Alissa Nutting. I have mixed feelings about the short story as a genre. There seems to be a specific niche for collections of spec-fic-ish short stories that amount to little more than, “Say, look at this idea! Isn't it WACKY?!” For maybe two or three of the stories, it's striking enough to hold my attention, but somewhere along the way I start to feel like I'm listening to an Oingo Boingo album or teaching a class of six-year-olds: everything is trying a little too hard to get my attention, but doesn't actually have anything of substance to say to me, and I just want to go read long Russian novels and listen to Vivaldi for a while to recover.

I had hoped that Unclean Jobs would be an exception, based solely on the title. It sounded like it would have good feminist cred. It was a book of short stories about women, right? It would use skewed, magical-realist worlds to make trenchant, blistering commentary on our society's sexist hegemony, double-standards, and impossible expectations of female humans. It would be great.

And, if you were so inclined, I'm sure you could make an argument that it does that. Lots of people have. But me? I just couldn't fucking get over the penultimate story in the collection, which is called “She-Man.”

I just. Can I count the ways in which this is wrong?
  • It's called “She-Man.”
  • The narrator opens by telling us, “My boyfriend … doesn't know I'm really a man,” but the rest of the story makes it entirely fucking clear that she isn't “really a man.” She's a woman.
  • The narrator refers to her birth-assigned sex as her “gender.” No, she is a woman. Her gender is female.
  • The sentence: “The estrogen has done such a great number on my voice.” Estrogen doesn't work like that.
  • The focus on make-up and painted nails and “look[ing] put together” (ewww) plays directly into gross transmisogynistic narratives of trans women's femininity being somehow artificial, lurid, or even grotesque.
  • Okay, so the whole story is this: Narrator is an ex-prostitute trans woman living stealth. She gets outed and murdered. That's it. That's the whole story. I guess being sex workers and “tricking” cis men are the only two things trans women are allowed to do in fiction?
  • I mean, fuck. All the other stories in this book are about grotesque bodies, and most of them involve supernatural or science-fiction goings-on. One story is about a woman whose skeleton houses an ant colony. One story is about a woman who watches her garden gnomes come to life every night and gets off on the sight of them fucking. One story is about a woman who is so consistently off her tits on literally every ingestible substance that she thinks her twit of a rock-star boyfriend knows the way to enlightenment. Apparently a trans woman getting outed and murdered belongs in the same ballpark as all of this.
  • Trans women are not “she-men.” Trans women are not “really men.”
  • Trans women are women.
  • Trans women are women.
  • Trans women are fucking women, Jesus Christ.
I do not in any way understand what Nutting was trying to do with this story. In a collection of stories that otherwise use improbable scenarios to lampoon societal expectations of female beauty, sexuality, and employment, this story doesn't accomplish anything except be fucking terrible.

1 comment:

  1. A lack of research, perhaps?

    I don't know. I'm getting to think that there are some walks of life that people "who aren't" are never going to understand to the satisfaction of people who are.

    I know that I don't know what it is to be trans, so if I say something stupid and you tell me to shut up, I will...

    ... because well, let's just say that the "national conversation on mental illness" is pissing me off in some measure (as a bipolar person). Those that are compassionate toward it and people coming out to talk about what they have = good, but the assumptions that "normal people" make and the fact that I know that once certain events are out of the news, people will go back to being as insensitive about it as ever, mostly out of having brains that have never been there is annoying.

    I accept that people are never going to understand my brain and until it becomes a thing that people truly want to try to understand, they won't. I figure it's the same with gender and body issues - ignorance leading to misunderstanding, even in people who are "trying" becasue it takes a long time for society to get places. *Shrug*