Trust me, there’s a connection.
Like many 25-35 year olds out there, I was a Blockhead. A blockhead, for those that don’t know are fans of the 80s group New Kids on the Block
who caused many a sleepless night back when I was a TeenBeat, TigerBeat, Bopper, YM, and 17 magazine reader. NKOTB was a phenomenon. My sister and I bought the buttons that were the size of a small child’s head, t-shirts, jackets, posters, dolls, towels and taped (!) every performance they had on non-cable telly. We were completely out of control. I was eleven. And nuts.
When life rolled forward and Grunge
swept through, then Alternative, Latin pop, and then Dave Matthews, I grew up. Thanks to YouTube, I still enjoy my NKOTB fix and my iTunes collection is more Hip/Hop, Folk, Soundtrack, and Indie, than pop and candy.
recently announced their reunion, plans for a new album, and upcoming tour. My sister and I are surely going to attend my fourth, her sixth, NKOTB concert. (Damn, why did I throw away my MC Hammer pants
that I wore in ’88?) And in thinking about how young I was then, I began thinking about what’s changed besides my plans to move to Boston to marry Jordan Knigh
In those archaic tapes in storage, I have more footage of NKOTB than I’d care to admit, and it’s only now that I can fully process a critical detail in the make-up of my favorite coming-of-age band. . Their producer and manager, Maurice Starr
, was also the producer for New Edition
, the early sensation group that held Bobby Brown, Ralph Tresvant, Johnny Gill and the others who later became Bell, Biv, DeVoe.
Eighteen years ago, it didn’t cross my little ol’ mind what that could mean for music, popularity, consumerism, business, and revenue. That small but oh so significant racial difference is huge.
Today, it’s old news. It’s easy now to understand how commercialized music, tv, and film entertainers are when there are products to sell. How someone/thing looks in the music business is critical to it’s success. The visual appeal is more critical, in some respects, than the ears.
In the wake of NKOTB reunion, I’ve linked arms with nostalgic folks thinking about their younger days and who they were back then. I read NKOTB’s words as they reflect on nearly 20 years later music and what changed in the two decades since we all grew up. In a walnut shell, I’ve been thinking about what I couldn’t see things because I was youthful, naive, and inexperienced. I’ve been meditating on
It’s utterly important to feminism. Feminism without older feminists, I’ve realized, is a like a chair with no legs. There’s no difference between the seat and the floor if it’s not raised up. The legs, the older womyn, are required. There’s memory, wisdom, knowledge, and did I mention memory? Aged womyn are the sacred in learning. They a make sure we see what has always been there, how history repeats itself; how young women after us will think the same things as we did.
I don’t want to be one of those under 30 folks that speaks too soon, thinking I have something to share when in actuality it’s been said about fifty times over by someone else. Learning patience, learning how to be educated and well-rounded, and unpresumptuous is difficult. It’s hard to be energetic and not impulsive. History, and its story tellers must be prioritized.
left this comment on my blog a few weeks ago and I’ve been re-reading it several times:
But some of us have been around a long time and can reference other feminist feuds of this sort that predate the internet. In a different culture, we might be asked respectfully and specifically for our old woman perspective and memories. In the USA? Ignored. Feminist blogs? Ignored. And that goes for EVERYONE, WOC and white women and everyone else. Over 50? Go the fuck away.
Coverage of the WAM conference made absolutely NO MENTION of the fact that it was an overwhelmingly YOUTHFUL event. I saw ONE woman in photos, who might have been around my own age. Certainly, no workshops or presentations about old women. And again, this was deemed not even important enough to mention.
Those who do not remember the past are destined to repeat it. (And who do you think remembers the past?)
(That “someone” is usually young(er) woman of color; 13-20 year olds, in my opinion.)
I agree with this assessment, and it has been ever thus. Maybe we could talk about how this EVOLVED OVER TIME? It did not happen overnight; Rome wasn’t built in a day. Discussion with some OLD women might yield some answers, but you know, that involves LINKING US TOO, replying to us and actually admitting we exist, even if we aren’t COOL. I think we deserve a modicum of respect as old feminists.
Obviously, some of you disagree and prefer to be age-segregationists. Certainly, do as you please, but don’t go on and on about inclusion, in that case, okay? It leaves a bad taste in this (deliberately excluded) old lady’s mouth.
And she hits the nail on noggin again right here.
Although I cringe at the terminology that uses the “waves” of feminism, the larger point needs to be addressed: age and feminism.
What is it about our obsession with the young? Granted, yes, they “are the future,” but as we know in feminism, it is just as necessary to inform and correct the past as well. There’s no way to do that without older womyn. It is necessary to include the voices of womyn who WERE THERE before us. Those who are in the midst of transformation themselves and live to tell what their own mistakes were, unspoiled accounts of history, and a wealth of insights unshared.
Young womyn need guidance
, they need mentors and modeling
. Are we modeling well when we fail to include older voices? When we talk about the present, it automatically targets the fastest talkers, most eloquent bloggers, and flashy nuances. Are we teaching young womyn correctly when we forget womyn who have endured legislature, change, and the impact of time?
There’s one thing I know for certain and that is that history repeats itself. This cliche is demonstrated within politics and social movements and especially within feminism. How many times have I (a womyn under 30) shook my head at young(er) womyn, “I’ve lived through that already. They need to get a clue.”
My head sinks to my desk when I estimate to think how many times older womyn have shaken their heads at me.
So, while I am aware that there are other womyn out there who have broken this issue open, I’m trying to get my head in there as well and sticking my ears out to learn as well.
Why the obsession with the young?
How and why are we so quick to forget older voices?
How do we centralize experience, inclusivity, and vision of ALL womyn?
How do we approach an intergenerational vision of transformation?
While he’s talking about fame and fans in this quote, Joe McIntyre probably doesn’t know he speaks with profundity for feminists too, “Now as an adult….it’s not about me….it’s about the relationship…”
How is the relationship between youth, adult, and older adult womyn?
How do we build that relationship stronger?