Today I was laughing at myself at the barrage of negativity I threw at Yoko Ono in my blog post yesterday. I didn’t realize she bugged me so much until I heard a yo-yo singing her praises on an NPR show. I had to respond to such balthering.
I think my visceral reaction of loathing toward Yoko touches on several issues.
1. Yoko butted into someone else’s marriage. I hate that quality.
2. Yoko was a lousy stepmother. I’ve had two stepmothers. The first one—the infamous Black-Haired Spaghetti of my blogs—was evil, selfish, money-obsessed, and nuts. The other was just selfish and money-obsessed—and who later went nuts with Alzheimers. I was dealing with Stepmother #1 when Yoko came on the scene. Due to similar circumstances, Yoko got tossed into the same boat as the Black-Haired Spaghetti.
Being a stepmother is tricky. You have to deal with a child needs. You have to figure into your life what is best for the child—not what is best for you. Yoko didn’t do that. Neither did the Blackl-Haired Spaghetti. Nancy Reagan didn’t do it well, either. Even Elizabeth Edwards called her stepchild “It” before she came to her senses and recognized the child was an innocent bystander in her husband’s tawdry affair.
But Yoko takes the cake — gladly.
3. Yoko is inauthentic. I don’t buy her “avant-garde artiste” shtick. If she were a bonafide artist, wouldn’t she have done something (on her own without John Lennon) that we, the general public, could appreciate? Or is she an artist only to a bunch of esoteric stuck-ups? (Which ironically is the opposite of John Lennon’s appeal.)
The constant wearing of dark shades make her seem dishonest. What is she hiding? (And it’s not shyness.) She tries to cultivate a mystique. Who does she think she is fooling?
4. Lastly, Yoko isn’t part of the Sisterhood—that community of women who feel positively connected to each other strictly by their gender.
When women reach out to other women—either in person or seeing other women in the media talk about their experiences in life—a Sisterhood is formed. And it’s powerful. Women feel that bond, which gives them strength, support, understanding, empowerment, wisdom, and honesty—skills to navigate life with!
I am highly suspicious of women who don’t enjoy hanging out with other women. That’s a freak of nature in my book. A psychological wiring snafu.
Yoko doesn’t seem like the kind of woman who would make a good girlfriend, let alone a BFF. Can you see going shopping with Yoko? Or to a slumber party at her house? Or borrowing her clothes?
Ever wonder why the other Beatles’ wives couldn’t stand her? Those ladies seemed like squared-away women to me. Could it be they were the crabby ones and Yoko was a darling? Nah…
I don’t think Yoko likes women in particular. I get that vibe from her because I was raised by a woman who didn’t like women. My mother thought women in general were trivial, insipid, and conniving. She valued men above all else—their stature, their opinions, their power. (I’m the opposite — don’t need validation by men.)
So let’s recap: Yoko was a lousy stepmother and is a woman who doesn’t like women.As such, she reminds me of my evil stepmother and my mother. With me, Yoko doesn’t stand a chance! I’m adding her to my Icky Women’s Club.
