Feminist dances

Female question

How many teas can you drink?! " Almost with an hour delay, the playwright and telefeminist Maria Arbatova, who acts here as a mass-puree, drives his “girls” into a circle. The circle is conditional. Rather, an amorphous formation of twenty to thirty figures dressed in reituses, costumes, dresses. Everyone, apparently, rushed to the classes of the Club "Harmony" at the Central House of Arts. Age groups from and to. Under the loud guidance of a middle-aged lady of middle-aged, they begin to publish either alarming or threatening sounds-scrolls and to produce not particularly gracefully and at all, very life-affirming body movements. The leader’s teams are feminine in the applied sense of the word: “Now, as if we lick the saucepan! Completely! " Friendly whirling gives the impression of a lesson lesson, but in which it is not quite decent to be present.

Fortunately, they distract me: Arbatova instructed the gray -haired Tamara to drink tea and entertain the wandered journalist. “I want to marry, but I can’t, on the move, Tamara reports. I was even in the program (at the Mashkizlyadni), they wrote it there: "She wants to marry, but she can’t."

It is clear why Tamara is instead of a preface: the weekly program “I myself” is included in a dozen the most popular television “Talk Show”, so Tamara probably recognized for a long time on the street as a aunt who wants to marry, but she can’t. I recognize several more women, the heroines of the blue screen.

The creators of the program “I myself” once a week give the audience the opportunity to rejoice in their own rightness. Two experts - a supporter of traditional views and Arbatov - make easily predictable remarks about the fate of a woman. For example: a woman works and contains a family, and her husband studies and conducts an economy. Here are well done, says Arbatova. No, something is wrong here, the "traditionalist" objects. Or our example: a woman wants to marry, but she can’t? Why not?

“I am diluted twice,” explains Taya as the head physician of the ambulance, Mara. I make good money, the apartment is good, well, he lived and commanded at my expense. ” Therefore, it is no longer possible. Already in her bachelor life, not without the help of the Club of Harmony, Tamara gained long -awaited independence. He boasts that he drives a car and thinks about a trip to Germany to drive a new one. “I am like that,” Tamara smiles proudly. True, you still want to get married.

Arbatov determines the functions of the Club “Harmony” with frightening jargon phrases - “Raising self -esteem” and “Removing psychological clamps”. Why do they help, according to her statement, vocal exercises and training in the Dance of Flmenko: “Our aunts with three diplomas dance!” By the end of the warm-up, the participants were really completely liberated and attacked their next guru, sent by the Mary Kay Cosmetics company. Rita advertises precious creams and shadows and promises to teach those who want to cope with makeup. An exciting briefing is interrupted by an elderly man with a portfolio, who forgot the album on some windowsill. There is no album in the hall on the windowsill of the album. There are chicken stories laid there Arbatova.

No one will harden Arbatov. She, in her own words, “kicked it out into the street,” when she was financially and psychologically sitting on her neck, which was chronologically approximately coincided with the height of perestroika and the discovery of Arbatova feminism. “On some writer's Sobirukha,” recalls Arbatova, “I met foreigners who reassured me very much. Like the gentleman who did not know what he was saying prose, I did not know that what I was faced with is discrimination of women. ” Then, having realized the ideological background of all episodes with potential customers, publishers and directors who required sessions on the couch, Arbatova became a feminist. Now this is her life position, exhausted by one phrase: "I am a trembling creature or have the right?" The preaching of “female law” brought Arbatova as a person of a newborn Russian feminism unprecedented glory. Although she herself violently refuses to be called a professional feminist and even claims that the television program "very interferes with the image." Obviously, however, that in a time when many of her friends lost the ground under her feet, she, on the contrary, found it in her peculiar feminist missionary mission. And several dozen “aunts with diplomas” have embarked on where they can dance flamenco at eleven o’clock in the evening - so, as if for this they are Rodin. lingered.