The Wild Woman Does. She Does.
All the things. The things you thought she’d never. The stuff you only dream about.
The Wild Woman Does.
Some very erudite souls out there are wondering why it is you now have Natalie Cole’s voice playing in your brain radio. And I will tell you. It is because I’ve just lifted her glorious lyrics and placed them before you with the utmost nonchalance and stealthiness.
Natalie Cole, if you are not so inclined, was a gifted songstress in the late 80’s and early 90’s who birthed many lovely ballads including “Wild Women Do” and “Pink Cadillac.” They were played to extent at the Jazzercise classes that my mother taught when I was a wee lass clothed in Guess jeans and highly fluoresced accoutrement.
But even as a young child, the ideal of the Wild Woman piqued my interest, because as the song’s lyrics proclaim– Wild Women do what you think they’ll never. Wild Women show what they’re going through.
These bad bitches? Not only do they know what they want, but they end up actually doing those things. AND they don’t regret a thing.
That must feel good. To simply do what it is that you want to do and express what you’re feeling without regret, shame, fear of judgement. Genius. No wonder the allure still feels fresh in my mind and body nearly 30 years later.
We’ve heard this before and more recently. “I’m a grown woman. I can do whatever I want.” Yes, the Queen Bey herself is by far the epitome of Wild Woman. Dropping albums without telling anyone. Somehow being overtly sexual but still being revered. She takes no shit. She does what she wants. She knows how to play the game.
These are important things for women and girls to hear. That it is possible to be a woman AND be wild AND be powerful AND be soft, tender, loving, sweet, wholesome, AND deep, earthy, raw, sexual, and flawed.
But if the Wild Woman just goes around willy nilly doing whatever she wants, how do we keep from becoming egocentric assholes? Y’know what? I trust us. I think we know the pathways to finding equilibrium. It’s our place in the paradox. In the field of pushover and egocentric asshole, there lies an elevated plane called “confident woman who loves with her whole heart and doesn’t take shit from no one.” I’ll meet you there.
One of my favorite quotes is this one by Walt Whitman: “Do I contradict myself? Well then, I contradict myself. I contain multitudes. I CONTAIN MULTITUDES, MOTHERF*CKER!” He maaayy have not uttered that last word there, but then again he very well may have. We will never know.
The Wild Woman dichotomy is not unlike wave/particle physics where matter exists in two states simultaneously. She is the proverbial ‘Lady in the Street /Freak in the Bed’ and everything in-between. She is playmate/preacher, mystic/muse, rebel/angel all rolled into one sweet-ass curvilicious package. She is Creation in motion. And She needs a LOT more face time.
So the Wild Woman is the Whole Woman. Her ability to own all the parts of herself is what makes her so freaking magnetic. She does not shrink from her sadness, her anger, her softness. She does not downplay her beauty, her power, her light. Divine self-expression played out so perfectly that even in her faults, you cannot fault her. She has felt into her truth and set herself free. She does. The Wild Woman does. And you don’t ever want it to stop.