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By Alison Tedford – I am a feminist (a feisty one) and a pole dancer (a sassy one). I don’t consider these aspects of myself to be in conflict. For the sake of context, I am by no stretch a feminist scholar. Feminism and pole dance have many different interpretations and mean different things to different people.
I discuss pole dance from a recreational perspective as a student and instructor. I neither represent nor disparage the exotic industry but I also don’t have enough information to comment on it. That being said, pole dance is not exclusive to the domain of the gentleman’s club. Outside of its current role as a fitness activity, it has deep, historical roots from other cultures (see here).
My definition of feminism is simple and comes from Marie Shear’s quote, “Feminism is the radical notion that women are people.” I didn’t begin my pole dance journey as any form of feminist statement. I didn’t evaluate my initial participation from a feminist perspective to assess its congruence with my world view.
It’s a form of fitness for me, interchangeable in many ways with spin class. The pole is my fitness apparatus. When I hear a man say something like “Damn girl, I would love to see you work a pole,” I snicker inside because mentally that translates to “Damn girl, I would love to see you stomp the heck out of a StairMaster” (what a weird thing to say, right?). Likewise, when I approach a treadmill, I do not first pause to inquire if Gloria Steinem would approve. I just run. I do it because it makes me feel good and it improves my health. It also makes me strong.
While pole dance may be viewed sensually and some might argue it encourages objectification, I frequently receive feedback around functional strength. “Wow, you must be really strong.” This is especially true as it gains legitimacy as a sport and fitness activity in mainstream culture. It can also be the antidote for self-objectification, a self-imposed barrier just as subversive and limiting as objectification by the outside world.
Through pole dance, I re-framed how I see my own body in terms of ability and athleticism versus something decorative to be looked at. I want to keep my body safe because it can do amazing things. Beyond an athletic display, pole dance is also a form of artistic expression.
Art is an expression of self. Feminism is an affirmation of self. Feminism empowers me to share who I am, pole dance is the artistic medium I employ to do so. Costuming, music, the tricks and poses I select, these are all paints in the palette to compose my self-portrait, with the pole as my canvas.
As an artist, I choose the elements that I display. I control the pieces of myself that the audience sees through my expression. Exposure is a sticking point in the discussion over whether pole dance can be considered to be valid from a feminist perspective.
Depending on what is being attempted, exposed skin can be crucial. It is the grip required to perform interesting and beautiful movements safely. Bare flesh ensures I don’t slide unexpectedly off the pole, or at least allows me to control the velocity of my descent. It allows for contact points, which are necessary (imagine the frustration of trying to remove the lid off of a very large jar wearing mittens, or how quickly you slide on a bare floor in socks).
Through pole dance, I re-framed how I see my own body in terms of ability and athleticism versus something decorative to be looked at.
I expose skin for safety reasons but that doesn’t mean I’m otherwise ashamed. Excessive modesty of my “flaws” would prevent me from doing something I enjoy. I don’t have thigh gap and that’s okay. Strong thighs are what I hang upside down from, so no gap = no falling on my head.
Out of necessity, I adopted the attitude that parts of me are squishy, parts of me are toned and I am not going to stop dancing because my body might not meet someone else’s standard of beauty. I’m not shrinking from this opportunity so that I can hide my body or evidence of my femininity.
I don’t believe a feminist worldview requires me to unsubscribe from that which is feminine. I love pole dance for the same reason I love pinup art and vintage clothing: an ability to express playful, exaggerated femininity. I can make shapes and perform movements that accentuate that which I see as feminine about myself. I consider the base architecture of a spin to be a glorious celebration of curves. I get to do it in a way that is strong and powerful, and I consider that to be an artistic and athletic feminist expression.
I am proud to be a feminist. I am proud to be a pole dancer.
I don’t internalize the negative connotations of these words.
For me, feminism and pole dance affirm life and help me grow.
About the contributor
Alison Tedford, a single mom of one rambunctious boy, from Abbotsford, BC. She is a data analyst, a pole dance instructor, an eating disorder support group facilitator and fitness enthusiast. She documents her adventures in fitness, feminism and parenting on her blog, Sparkly Shoes and Sweat Drops. You can follow Sparkly Shoes on Facebook and Twitter.
Pole photo credit Mariko Zamani Photography