It’s been a while since I sported my This Is What a Feminist Looks Like t-shirt, but I happened upon this dumb-ass article today. Guh. Now, I gotsta dig it out of the back of my closet and put on my sensible shoes and shit.
See, the article’s all about how the author wants to date a woman who acts like a “w-o-m-a-n woman” and not a girl. Or about how that’s what all men want. Or … I dunno what this guy is getting at. Women should act more like Laura Bush?
Apparently, the epidemic of women acting like girls is evidenced by the fact that some chick with the gall to be “pushing 35″ in the author’s presence wore “kinderwhore lip gloss,” shouted “Oh my god, totally!” and generally resembled “jailbait.” I guess this guy forgot that the phenomenon known as jailbait is the result of girls adopting the sexually provocative behaviors and dress of women or otherwise appearing womanly. So even if women are universally “regressing” to jailbait, doesn’t that kinda put us back where we started … women pretending to be girls pretending to be women?
Bottom line, if anyone’s going to look like a common whore, isn’t it better a woman than a girl? Wha? I’m just sayin’. Surely there are bigger problems than immature women when short skirts and fuck-me lips call to mind teenagers and—god forbid—kindergarteners.
In any case, there’s a big difference between being youthful and being childish … between snickering at Happy Bunny and thinking we amount to little more than our glossy pouts … between having glitter-covered accouterments and being shallow narcissists. Personally, I wouldn’t be caught dead with a glitter-encrusted gadget of any kind, much less a Sidekick. But I’ll defend to the death a woman’s right to bedazzle her shit. (Don’t even GET me started on the benefits of a youthful outlook on neuroplasticity and all that deep stuff.)
I suppose it’s Mr. Dumenco’s prerogative to date chicks who wear sweater sets and throw tea parties and say I beg your pardon and suck but don’t swallow, ya know, if that’s what he wants. (They’re not any more or less “women” than the ones who like Hello Kitty.) For my part, I’ll take the guy who gets that a woman being herself is—by definition—acting like a “w-o-m-a-n woman,” whatever the fuck that means.
Clearly you’re still bitter about the whole miniskirt thing. Heh heh.
(Ducks to avoid objects being hurled from 30 miles away)
Dude, you have no idea.
Things have gotten weird with the “I wanna be a grown up” set. Wanting a woman to dress and act like your mother is evidence of that. But when did a “playdate” become hanging out with a friend and watching the kids play. I thought a “playdate” was a lunch time quicky.
I totally thought you were going another direction with that.
Anyway, you know, I personally prefer a woman to be herself. Not in the mamby pamby learn your inner core kind of “be herself”…I mean fuck makeup and perfume and cleavage and hair styles. I like a woman with a shaved head, face tattoo’s, more piercings than me, who eschews makeup and smashes bottles of perfume over the head of any dude who would might dare hit on her…now that’s a woman. Though, it doesn’t hurt if she looks like a ten year old boy.
Fuck cleavage? Hahahahaha. This is your fantasy self talking now, right?
Another direction? I’m intrigued.