Don’t Fear The Dowager: A Valentine to Maturity
An adolescent boy’s bed sheet semen’s worth of ink has been spilled lately about men acting too much like boys. But the trend of reverse-striving has crossed over: adult women are acting more and more like little girls, and it’s really starting to get on my nerves.
There’s so much ukulele playing now, it’s deafening. So much cotton candy, so many bunny rabbits and whoopie pies and craft fairs and kitten emphera, and grown women wearing converse sneakers with mini skirts. So many fucking birds.
Totally fine to enforce ideals of How A Woman Should Be. Totally fine.
This actually would’ve been really great if it was a letter that spoke to how the Youngs are idiots, but instead it stereotypes women who like birds and Chuck Taylors as infantile and threatens that liking these things doesn’t make you a Real Woman.
It’s repulsive when these provocative posts incite hundreds of supportive reblogs, as if attaching gender identity to this commercial signifier instead of that one isn’t just as pernicious and hypocritical as the people who run the modern day Cosmo, telling you how to be a woman in June rather than a woman in May. It’d be super if, instead of stereotyping women who ride fixed-gear bikes and like cupcakes as unintelligent children, we stopped making assumptions of people based on the most superficial elements of their personality. Bros don’t need to demean women when there are so many women trying to demean them already.
But anyway, fuck birds, am I right?
All of this. Thank you Jake. Emphasis added there at the end.
The people who think they hate feminism hate it when it tries to tell us what a woman should be instead of telling us women get to be what they damn well please.