Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in patriarchy anymore.
What is so striking and tender and moving about Emma Thompson and Alan Rickman’s bodily closeness we see in their platonic friendship is that they were both happily married. I reposted some of their pictures in my last post.
As I looked at the close embraces in their pictures I saw serene peace and beautiful reverence between friends. Now we all know that bodily nearness between men and women, in the eyes of many evangelical pastors/theologians, is either viewed through marital sex alone on the one extreme or the dark side associating it with creeps, predators, abusers, or adulterers at the other end of the extreme.
As an educated feminist, I'm quite sure Emma Thompson was fully aware of these extremes too, as her embodied friendship with Rickman grew over time. The feminist thirst for real embodied love is acutely sensitive to the ugly reality of how women's bodies can be exploited, violated, and abused by men who draw near to their bodies. It's precisely because of their embodied knowledge of darkness that women liberated from patriarchy are thirsting for real embodied relationships in the new frontier.