One, I gotta say, since I shut down the old joint I have really noted who has kinda stayed around because well, holy crap, I am more than the sum of my former bloggy goodness…and its kinda cool because who reads here is kind of a diverse bunch, I like that. And yeah, I was happy to see AntiPrincess pop up and comment (heya AP, how you been?) Need more Kim thou…never enough Kim in blogland. But yah, digging the diversity of folk around this blog these days.
Other things of note worthy diggness: Have y’all seen the movie “Winter’s Bone”? If not, I cannot recommend it enough. I really, really liked it, in so much that I plan to own it, and probably read the book it was adapted from. There were a million different things that I liked about this film, from the music to the style of film to the characters, but something I was very impressed with was…aside from the lead character being a pretty tough cookie, and a young woman…the whole cast? Real Looking People. None of this glammed up Hollywood BS where the actress playing our decidedly NOT glamorous lead had to be hawt and made up and perfect, all of the actors in this flick, every single one of them…looked like a real person. They fit the story. This thrilled me beyond words. So yeah, see this movie, the God Emperor of Rome Commands It!
And speaking of the non-glam Win of “Winter’s Bone”, Joan Kelly has a post up that I love more than…well, okay, no…there are very few things on this earth I love more than biscuits and gravy…but well, I like it a whole lot. One, anyone who actually manages to quit smoking has tons more willpower than I, and two…its a good post. I really, truly, honestly myself do not care if, how, or when various women do or do not engage in femininity in all its various forms. I honestly think there are women who absolutely enjoy it, and those who absolutely hate it and do it only because they have too, and some who sometimes feel both those ways about it depending on time or reasons…but sure enough, I do not think for a second that it something that women are not encouraged, pushed, guided, heck, even forced into, and I sure as heck do think there are consequences for non-compliance…from outright aggression and ridicule to, well, being rendered invisible to…well…everyone.
It’s also a subject I personally have very mixed feelings on. I think it is stupid that it is forced on women and they are so harshly judged due to compliance or non compliance. I think it is flat out disgusting that things like “sexy clothes” and make up and diets and nail/hair salons and stuff are pushed onto girl children at a mind-blowingly young age. IMHO, there is NO dang reason that young girls need micro mini skirts and super low rise skinny jeans, or sparkly glitter lipstick, or appointments to get their hair highlighted, or any of that shit…and it is all out there and happening (I mean, heaven for fend girl kids just get to be kids for awhile before they have to worry about being pretty and hot and skinny and perfect and having a boyfriend and shit like that…grumble). I know how absolutely horrible teenage girls can be to each other over everything…and at that age, so many girls end up with so many issues because they are being picked on for being too heavy, or not pretty enough, or having boobs that are too small or too big , or not having the latest trendy clothes, make up and hair styles, and well, just about every other dang thing you can imagine. …
Yet, I also know how much easier a great many things can be for you if you are considered conventionally attractive or pretty or hawt or whatever. I know because I have, and always have had, thin privilege that my life is easier for it…and totally true and honest? You know what…I’ve not much ever feared getting grey hair, or some wrinkles, or having scars (good thing, eh?), or a bunch of other things…but I have- since I was aware enough to notice- feared ever being overweight. Why? Because I have seen how heavy people, esp, women, are treated and talked about. And it sucks. I also dang well know that…aw screw all the long explanations and stuff: consider my job. It pays to be seen as attractive. literally. Conforming to the heels, thin, make up and long hair and femmey femme fem stuff makes life a shit ton easier a whole heck of a lot of time.
And growing up I missed the worst of it I think because one: thin, two: tom boy, three: couldn’t afford any of the trendy fashiony popular pretty girl shit anyway, so I never even had the chance to get caught up in that rat race bs teenager shit. Thank God, I think. But be that as it may…
No one gets outta the forced femmy machine unscathed. I may ignore a lot of it these days; I rarely wear make up (but you know, I do think I look better when I do), my hair..well, shit, its lucky if it gets washed once a week, let alone preened over very often, I generally dress like one of those spooky backwoods militia people (but I do dress up sometimes, and have several pairs of heels, and a ton of sexxxxay stuff), and you know what? While I might scare people in my general civilian wardrobe…I absolutely and without a doubt get treated better when I am Girled-Up…by both men and women alike (unless of course, I look er, slutty, then the guys might be nice and chatty, but the gals can get mean and catty). And I admit without shame but with absolute knowledge that it wasn’t my original idea that I shave/wax. Obsessively. Now, since I have been doing it for so long I actually feel uncomfortable if I do not, and have developed such an aversion to body hair that I don’t just do the normal woman deal (legs, pits, womanly bits, eyebrows, whatever), hell, I wax my dang forearms and shit…but I wonder if I never had, or if it was not what women did, if I would be bothered by body hair at all? And see, that right there, that’s the killer of it all right there: Women have hair. On places other than their heads. It is natural. It is the way they are made. Body hair is about as real, full on womanly woman as you get. Just like sweat, periods,wrinkles that come with nature, gravity having its way with breasts, grey hair, morning breath, acne or dry skin, scars, stretch marks, and everything else that goes on with women…a lot of which goes on with men too….but Being Feminine? Hell, that means lying about being a woman and what goes on with us naturally and hiding all that natural shit under make up and hair dye and perfume and brazilian waxes (which, btw, that shit hurts).
But a lot of us do it. Sometimes. Full time. Whatever. Why? Because it makes us feel better. Why? Because then we get noticed, or fit in…or at least are not as often singled out for ridicule…and I cannot nor will not ever blame someone for wanting to avoid that shit. But is sure as shit ain’t fair. Might not even be sane. I sure as shit bet most dudes wouldn’t do it. The one great truth however is that being feminine has shit all to do with being a woman.
Wow, that actually turned into a post…I can dig that too.