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Shame is a painful feeling about oneself as a person.”The roots of the word shame are thought to derive from an older word meaning “to cover”; as such, covering oneself, literally or figuratively, is a natural expression of shame.
I am fascinated by this word as it seems to describe a state that is somehow primal, and it’s primacy, no matter whether it occurred in Eden (cover yourself Eve), or now, has not diminished.
I think women especially have been taught to feel shame, to fear shame. Consider the scarlet letter, or the burkha, or Paul Ryan saying that women with bare arms should not come into the House.
Being uncovered is a condition of shame. I can understand shame as arising from something one did. But, I believe there is a difference between shame arising from bad behavior and that arising from one’s essential self.
Guilt—social norms–What you did
Shame—who you are
Why am I even giving this so much thought? There are a lot of reasons. I’ve been watching The Handmaid’s Tale and have been struck by the dichotomy between the fertile women who are dressed in red and basically just used as breeding stock and the other modest women.
Remember the picture of Adam and Eve being banished from the Garden of Eden. They are vainly trying to cover their privates.
Wait a minute. No they’re not. Adam is covering his eyes as if to say I cannot look at what I’ve done(Guilt). Eve covers her privates as if to say look what this stuff has caused. I need to cover myself. By simply being a woman, Eve is in a shameful state.
Shame is such a powerful emotion. I can remember each and every time I have felt it. It is, at least for me, a whole body feeling. It is not unlike sexual arousal which is interesting, in that it starts as a localized feeling which quickly becomes a whole body feeling.
It is not like any emotion I have ever felt. Emotions aren’t big enough. Love, hate, anger, guilt. These are emotions I can relate to.
Shame takes me over. It starts in my ears, moves to my chest where it blossoms up my neck and into my face.
It is very much beyond disgrace.
Shame grounds the planes, stops the traffic, ends the laughter.
Shame trumps everything. Whoever has suffered shame as a child, spends the rest of their life attempting to repair themselves.
I don’t know if shame beats out love as our most powerful emotion. I hope not.
Guilt means you did something wrong, shame means you are wrong down to your core. You are a bad apple.
And that apple brings us back to Eve.
I believe the Church fathers, the patriarchs,the ayatollahs and rabbis and grand poobahs decided long ago to blame women for the Fall and therefore for all the “falling” since.
Women of the world—throw off your burkhas, your hijabs, your wigs and arm coverings, your veils and shame.
Modesty is cool; but shame is hobbling, joyless and spiteful.