A Window Into Feminism

Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale is a profound exploration of power, gender, and identity set in a dystopian future that strips women of their rights and autonomy. Section eleven where Offred reflects on some of her past life resonates with me, specifically her memories of her mother and the concept of femininity. This chapter captures the tension between the nostalgia and harsh realities of her current living conditions, entailing both intellectual and emotional responses that reflect the contemporary issues surrounding women’s rights and identities. In a moment of sadness, Offred recalls the sight of her mother’s activism and the feminist movements of her past. In chapter eleven, she describes her mother as a “feminist, a term that was once seen to evoke pride and empowerment but has since felt distant and almost foreign in the oppressive place of Gilead. Having a fate served to you by an upper power limits your choice and freedom as expressed throughout the story so far. I recognized that Offred and other handmaids have been convinced that they have less power than they do being controlled by some kind of republican government ruled by some belief system of god with the willingness to do things unquestioned but with full attention and specification with harsh consequences that follow if you were to break the rules. In chapter twenty Offred speaks on the times when she recalled her mother expressing her femininity and she says, “…not young and earnest and pretty the way she was in the movie, but wiry, spunky, the kind of old woman who won’t let anyone butt in front of her at a supermarket line.” I found this particularly intriguing as it allowed me to try to picture what Offred’s life must’ve been like when she was with her mother and connect all these flashback memories that she has of her mother together. Initially, I felt a sense of discomfort as it approached the social expectations of beauty but more so the reality of aging which provoked a thought on death and what it means to confront death when it knocks at your door. It also provoked a thought on life and what it means to live your life or have life being lived for you through someone else. Offred’s confrontation of her memories with her mother is both stimulating and emotionally charged, “I admired my mother in some ways although things between us were never easy. She expected too much from me, I felt. She expected me to vindicate her life for her, and the choices she’d made. I didn’t want to live my life on her terms.” As Offred reflects on her mother, I find myself stuck between a mix of admiration and a sense of discomfort. Her mother represents a fierce, unapologetic feminism that Offred reveres and feels completely distanced from. The recollection of her mother’s activism, marching with signs, and fighting for women’s rights brings out a sense of loss in Offred. I felt both nostalgia and sadness coming from this quote recognizing how far she is from that world. It’s a world where women have a voice, choice, and agency. This causes tension between the two as they grapple with ways to be included in each other’s lives being as though they live in two completely different worlds of feminism. The close and far proximity between the past and present times is striking, revealing a sense of loss for Offred and all women who have fought for autonomy and power. I found myself often struggling with the emotional weight that this chapter carries. Offred’s specified reactions are often laced with a bittersweet nostalgia that highlights the contrast between the freedom that her mother fought for and the enslavement she now endures. This moment is particularly intriguing to me because it forces me to confront my understanding of feminism and the ways it has evolved. Her reflections prompt me to consider what it means to be a woman in a society that seeks to define and limit femininity. Offred’s ambivalence towards her mother’s beliefs mirrors my uncertainties about the path of feminism. The comparison of Offred’s mother’s radicalism with Offred’s subdued existence raises questions about identity and self-worth. Offred struggles with feelings of not being enough, questioning her feminism in a world that has rendered her powerless. I found this internal conflict to be relatable to some ideas of masculinity, highlighting the struggle one may face when confronted with the legacies of those who fought for change. How do we honor their struggles while navigating our limitations?