March 5, 2008
Self-sacrificing Heroines? Blech.
Bear with me for a sec. My girlfriend sent me the following ‘inspirational’ message—Eight Lies of My Mother– in an email last week (this isn’t the exact email that she sent to my office, but I found a very, very, very, sappy, long version of it online which I cut it cut down and revised for this post) :
Whenever the time came for eating, mother often gave me her portion of rice. While she was removing her rice into my bowl, she would say “Eat this rice, son. I’m not hungry”.
That was Mother’s First LieAnd While I ate the meat of the fish, she would eat what was left on the bone. When I tried used my chopstick to give her some of my fish, she refused it and said “Eat this fish, son. I don’t really like fish.”
That was Mother’s Second Lie.To make extra money, mother packed used match- boxes. I woke up from my sleep and looked at my mother who was still awake, working by candlelight, I said, “Mother, go to sleep, it’s late, tomorrow morning you still have to go for work.” Mother smiled and said “Go to sleep, dear. I’m not tired.”
That was Mother’s Third Lie.While I took my exams mother waited for me under the heat of the sun for several hours. When the test was over, mother welcomed me and poured me a glass of tea. Seeing my mother covering with perspiration, I gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said “Drink, son. I’m not thirsty!”.
That was Mother’s Fourth Lie.After I had finished my study and got a job, it was the time for my old mother to retire. I, who worked in America and make an excellent salary, sent her some money to help her in fulfilling her needs, but sent the money back to me. She said “I have enough money.”
That was Mother’s Sixth Lie.
Ahem.
Did you find that touching?
I didn’t. It made me mad. Putting aside the whole ‘manipulating’ the reader thing….
What exactly was it I was suppose to admire about this woman? Here’s a snippet of the follow up email exchange with my friend:
Me: This was depressing. What did mother think she was accomplishing by running herself down? What if she had run herself down to the point where she couldn’t take care of her baby. She’s no angel. She’s a martyr.
Friend: My good God, what did this woman do to you?
I was so very touched by this, because in some small way I can relate, and have already seen myself doing some of these things (not to the lengths of this lady)
Me: I do understand about sacrificing for your child but those examples were just too extreme. I’m sorry, I’m not impressed. She’s nothing I aspire to. And I can’t think that she had a very involved relationship, or quality time with her child. Maybe she and the kid would have actually bonded over their mutual hungry and that they’d gone through those experiences together (although, yes, I too would have given my son the bigger potion of the food– but not all of it, leaving only the scraps/bones for myself. Who was going to protect him/look after him if I was too weak to?). Never mind that it would have given the child far more character, because I don’t care how this message thing is crafted with dear old mom this, and dear old mom that, that’s one hell of a sense of entitlement that kid is walking around with.
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Which brings me round to the infamous martyr romance heroine. The one who sells her virginity to the highest syphilis- riddled rakehell to pay off her n’er do well father/brothers gambling debt.
The one who refuses to marry the hero, even though she’s pregnant with his child, destitute, loves him and he’s asked her to marry him, simply because he hasn’t said “I love you”.
Or she shies away from the attentions of the hero because her sister likes him too (even though he hasn’t shown the slightest bit of interest in her sister). And on and on and on. Blech.
There are sacrifices, and then there are sacrifices. Character actions should make sense, while at the same time do not make the reader feel like s/he is being manipulated.
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I’m with you. Pathos is neither uplifting nor entertaining.
My mother has the martyr syndrome and to a degree I do to so this is one of those times when you try like hell to break the cycle. In writing I dunno if I do it or not. I don’t know if I paid that much attention before - but I will now
Some of those examples also qualify as TSTL
I agree..that email perpetuates the myth that women should sacrifice and go without and give their all to their children while bleeding themselves dry and leaving nothing for themselves. IMO women need to be MORE selfish.
Bernard, you can tell by my friend’s initial response, she thought I was being a jerk.
But, pathos is the perfect term for this. It’s just overkill.
Dennie, all mothers guilt trip, it’s in our genes.
It’s the degree to which it’s done that’s the probably. I brought up the heroine who auctions off her virginity, but I’ve read and enjoyed many books with this construct with no problem…. as long as the author didn’t keep piling the ‘woe’ on and had the heroine keep licking it up.
Cece, I swear my head felt like it was going to explode the more I read. There are 8 lies, BTW. I’ve only 5 of them.
This post was getting too long, so I didn’t include it. But part of the email exchange with my friend did touch upon your point re women sacrificing all to their own detriment. It’s just not appealing to this female. At. All.
Hey! I admire that mother. I mean, I’d love to share some time on her pedestal if I could.
Okay, but seriously, yeah, she does sound too good to be true, but mom’s make some awesome sacrifices for their kids, especially when the money is sparse.
Do I want to read about such a saint in my fiction.
Ummmmm …. no.
It gets boring after a while.
You know I used to watch my mother be the last to eat her plate making everyone elses first. I did the same while my daughter was young. When my daughter was old enough I turned to her and said, “Make your own damn plate.”
Send this to ten friends in the next 2 mintues and good things will happen to you.
Tanya, absolutely moms make sacrifices, amazing sacrifices, but somewhere along the line they have to make sense for both mother and child, or it becomes something unhealthy (like the subject of the email chain letter).
Melissa. “Make your own damn plate.”
LMAO!! Exactly. lol. I used to give the kid the biggest and best, too. I cut that sh*t out once he got older. He was getting a little ‘priviledged’ yanno? Now he’s just as likely to offer me first choice as take it for himself.
I’m late to the party…sigh…
Do I believe parents should make sacrifices for their children?
Yes.
To this extreme?
Puh-leeze.
I do have one hero who kept his distance from a heroine partly because of a promise he made—but he got over that once she grew up.
And one of MY big issues here is…what kind of example is this mother setting for her son? I mean, I’m sorry…but isn’t this guy likely to go out looking for a woman who treats him as special as MOM did, and isn’t he likely to expect this from some poor, demented woman??
“but isn’t this guy likely to go out looking for a woman who treats him as special as MOM did (?)”
Not just a woman, the whole world. I’m all for instilling confidence and a sense of worth in your child, but not a sense of entitlement.
Come to think of it, all those later example of the kid trying to do things for his mom later in life, don’t quite ring true. If she’s been spoiling rotten, and turning down his earlier offers, would he just *not* offer to do anything for her later, since he knows she’s just going to reject his offers of help? If he even bother to think about it. I keep telling my friends not to send me this email dreck. It’s manipulative.
“Make your own damn plate.”
Send this to ten friends in the next 2 mintues and good things will happen to you.
Not just a woman, the whole world.
Jaq….I dont know WHERE that sense of entitlement comes from. While I did for my kids, I don’t so much anymore and I’m now struggling to beat that SOE out of my oldest child
“I dont know WHERE that sense of entitlement comes from”
Must be a kid thing. They can barely see past their own noses most of the time. ;)