“The Crane Wife” is a story from Japanese folklore. I found a copy in the reserve’s gift shop among the baseball caps and bumper stickers that said GIVE A WHOOP. In the story, there is a crane who tricks a man into thinking she is a woman so she can marry him. She loves him, but knows that he will not love her if she is a crane so she spends every night plucking out all of her feathers with her beak. She hopes that he will not see what she really is: a bird who must be cared for, a bird capable of flight, a creature, with creature needs. Every morning, the crane-wife is exhausted, but she is a woman again. To keep becoming a woman is so much self-erasing work. She never sleeps. She plucks out all her feathers, one by one.
https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2019/07/16/the-crane-wife/
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https://www.theverge.com/2015/4/10/8373399/meet-walnut-the-crane-who-fell-in-love-with-her-zookeeper
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I have a much cheerfuller Crane WIfe to tell you about in exchange:
https://naryrising.tumblr.com/post/664210796426969088
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I did read this story as cheerful in the long run. She figured it out. ♥
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yay! :D
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In the version of this story I know, the husband eventually discovers she's a crane, and when she tries to flee fearing his rejection, he holds onto her tight and tells her he loves her for who she is, not what. (I paraphrase, in the actual story he lists her many good qualities as a wife, and composes a poem to her beauty and grace. Needless to say, she's still skeptical but stays.)
He tells her to get some sleep, and sits with her while she sleeps until sunset the next day. Then scolds her (gently) for ruining her beautiful feathers which grew back in while she slept. At that point she believes he's for real, and says that if she could she'd marry him again.
I think I prefer that version, even if it's probably not authentic.
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*sighs*
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It’s fascinating that humanity invents mythical creatures with magic powers in order to illustrate our own everyday cruelties.
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Now is better, now is healing, but holy hell what we do to our women and girls.
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What I don’t understand is how any woman can be NOT depressed ever. I mean. Note how the phrasing in the first paragraph glosses over in whose opinion the cause appears to be “sufficient”. Our culture is so steeped in misogyny that we don’t recognize “being a woman in a society that systematically and cruelly destroys women for male pleasure and convenience” as a perfectly, completely, 100% valid reason for not being all that happy.
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And yet there are individual people who are kind and thoughtful.
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It feels so good when you stop plucking.
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