{"id":10783,"date":"2012-05-02T09:00:54","date_gmt":"2012-05-02T08:00:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.badreputation.org.uk\/?p=10783"},"modified":"2012-05-02T09:00:54","modified_gmt":"2012-05-02T08:00:54","slug":"guest-post-if-i-had-a-time-machine-five-historical-women-who-would-thrive-in-the-21st-century","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/badreputation.org.uk\/2012\/05\/02\/guest-post-if-i-had-a-time-machine-five-historical-women-who-would-thrive-in-the-21st-century\/","title":{"rendered":"[Guest Post] If I Had A Time Machine: Five Historical Women Who Would Thrive in the 21st Century"},"content":{"rendered":"
If I had a time machine, I would go back through history, picking up awesome chicks and bringing them back to the present. I would finally be able to giggle with glee as Victorians tried to work out how the tiny people got inside the TV and ancient Greeks marvelled at printed books, not to mention what showing them the internet might do! There are certain women, certain amazing icons, who would fit right into the modern world. They would be able to work, love, live and breathe, far away from the limitations placed on them in their own time. Here are five of them. Don’t get me wrong, 2012 is no utopia – we still have our battles and our injustices – but compared to any other time in history, the 21st century is a pretty awesome place for ladies.<\/p>\n
<\/a>Sappho gave birth to two of my favourite things: lyric poetry and lesbianism. Born in 630 BC on the island of Lesbos, Sappho had a pretty good life, considering her gender. She was rich, talented and of good social standing. Her poetry, which she performed with a lyre (she invented a new subtype of the instrument, and the plectrum, of all things) was well-respected. She had her face on coins and on vases. But she was pretty lonely. The girls in her circle (which was either a religious order, something like a preparatory class or simply a gathering of women, depending on which scholars you believe) would all leave her when they married, and when she fell in love with them, she knew that they would inevitably part. She probably never married herself (accounts differ, but most <\/a>scholars agree she did not, despite being linked to a male poet of the day) and almost definitely preferred women.<\/p>\n
If I could go back and get her in my time machine, I’d sign her up to
a dating site, put in a DVD of the
Buffy the Vampire Slayer<\/strong> episode \u201cRestless\u201d (which
features a lesbian writing Sappho’s poetry on her lover’s
back) and explain to her that when she met the right lady, she would be
able to date her, live with her, and\u00a0in some parts of the world,
marry her.<\/p>\n
I’d show her this video, of Ellen and Portia’s
wedding:<\/p>\n
And I would be so excited because, in this time of technology, the
beautiful poetry she would no doubt produce, probably about the woman
she would eventually meet online, would never be lost and never be
forgotten.<\/p>\n
<\/a>Ada Lovelace was a genius. Born in 1815
in London, she was the product of very short-lived marriage of mad,
bad asshole poet Byron and staunchly moral abolitionist Anne Isabelle
Milbanke. Schooled in mathematics from an early age, at the behest of
a mother desperately trying to prevent her from turning out like her
father, Ada began corresponding with important intellectuals on a
variety of subjects while she was still in her teens, including Charles
Babbage<\/a>. The notes she included with her translation of an
Italian mathematician’s article about Babbage’s Difference
Engine were revolutionary and contained the very first working
programming language, leading her to be seen as history’s first
computer programmer.<\/p>\n
If I could go to the Victorian period and pick her up, I’d go
for the bright young Ada, before the affairs and the gambling.
I’d show her iphones and laptops and cash machines, making it
clear to her that none of this would exist without her. I’d take
her to the Apple store and show her an iPad. I’d open a browser
and let her google until she thought her head would explode with the
sheer scope of it all. Then I’d go to the Google careers page
and make her fill out an
application<\/a>.<\/p>\n
Known by her neighbours as an eccentric who dressed in white and
rarely left the house, she wrote almost two thousand poems, only ten
of which were ever published while she was living. Her fascination
with mortality, due to numerous personal tragedies, along with her
concise, free verse style, made her work a little too ahead of its
time to be appreciated until much later. She was an avid letter
writer and by the end of her life she was communicating almost
exclusively via the written word.<\/p>\n
If I could go back, I’d whisk Emily away from the early 1860s,
when she was a fiercely creative thirty-something. I’d set her
up in a nice apartment with a pretty garden \u2013 little known
fact: Emily Dickinson was much better known for her gardening than
for her writing in her lifetime \u2013 and hand her a shiny new
laptop. After a hopefully brief, not too infuriating tutorial on the
technological revolution, I’d introduce
her to Facebook and Skype<\/a>.<\/p>\n
I’d show her how easy it is to instantly communicate with
individuals from all over the globe and all walks of life whenever
she pleased. I’d explain to her that now, with these tools at
her fingertips, she could have her precious solitude without
sacrificing the social stimulation she clearly craved. Next,
I’d direct her attention to the numerous writers’
communities online. I’d show her the pages and pages of poetry
– and the range of quality, from emo teens to professional
writers. I’d encourage her to get involved and post daily.
Finally one of the most under-appreciated poets of the nineteenth
century would be able share her thoughts, feelings and art with
like-minded individuals without ever having to leave her
desk.<\/p>\n
If I could go back and get her, I’d go back to the early
Thirties, and pick her up after her solo flight across the
Atlantic, before she was forced to endorse product after product
just to maintain her high profile, and before the press began
their obligatory backlash, calling her flying chops into question.
<\/p>\n
I’d sit her down on my bed, fire up my laptop, and show her
YouTube videos of women flying commercial flights and flying for
fun and flying as fighter pilots. I’d show her this video of
the Women In Aviation conference in San Diego:<\/p>\n
Most importantly, I’d tell her that flying is now safe. The
technology has caught up with her dreams and it is very unlikely,
in the age of GPS and state of the art air traffic control, that
what happened to her would happen now. I would also let her know
that now, it is possible to set off to circumnavigate the globe
before breakfast and arrive home in time for tea!<\/p>\n
<\/a>Margaret Cavendish, n\u00e9e
Lucas, author of a diverse list of books, on subjects like
philosophy and science as well as a memoir and creative works of
poetry, drama and the world’s very first science fiction
novel, The Blazing World<\/strong><\/a>, was born in 1623 in
Colchester. Yep, really. In a time when most women would never
think about trying to write a word, let alone publishing under
their own name, Cavendish was a famous and controversial
writer. <\/p>\n
Her critics complained about her spelling and grammar as
much as they did about her writing at all. They also
criticised her outlandish style of dress, calling<\/a>
her \u201cmad, conceited, and ridiculous\u201d – but
her originality, paired with her keen interest in and
interpretation of early science, made her popular.<\/p>\n
If I could journey back to the 17th century, I would go to
1668, the year
The Blazing World<\/strong> was published, and I’d
bring Margaret back here. The first thing I would do is
encourage her to get tested for dyslexia, as some scholars
have suggested that this would have accounted for her
terrible spelling and grammar. I’d show her women
delivering lectures on TED about robotics and
neuroscience:<\/p>\n
I’d get her an application for Oxford University
and introduce her to Microsoft Word complete with the
lifesaving blessing that is spell check. Once she was
accepted at Oxford, she’d get all sorts of support
for her dyslexia, and shiny equipment. She would excel
at all her subjects, even the ones that weren’t
invented in her time. I’d watch her study,
graduate, write and publish, and then become an
academic, scientist, writer or all three. I’d sit
back, hope for another science fiction novel, and smile
smugly when she cured cancer.<\/p>\n
Sadly, there ain’t no such thing as time travel.
It’s likely there never will be. But I can wonder
and I can dream. And I can use thought experiments like
this to remind myself I have the freedom to love
whomever I choose, aim as high as I choose, live however
I choose and be respected for it. How very lucky I was
to be born in 1984.<\/p>\n
Ada Lovelace<\/h3>\n
Emily Dickinson<\/h3>\n
Amelia Earhart<\/h3>\n
Margaret Cavendish<\/h3>\n
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