On “Female Chauvinist Pigs”
“Attacking femaleness, deriding ‘girly stuff’ and rolling your eyes at ‘women’s issues,’ declaring yourself a ‘tomboy’ who gets along better with men because women are silly or pretty or whatever – these are expressions of internalised sexism. If that’s the way you feel about your own sex you’ll be doomed to feel inferior no matter what you achieve in life.”
— Emily Maguire, Introduction to “Female Chauvinist Pigs: Women and the Rise of Raunch Culture 2010 Edition.”
Bullshit! I call bullshit!
You might as well be calling ftm transexuals “female chauvinist pigs”.
I am a tomboy. Most of my life, I’ve had more male friends than female friends. I roll my eyes at quite a few “women’s issues”. I roll my eyes at “men’s issues”, too. I roll my eyes at quite a few issues, period, because when it comes right down to it, the only thing that matters in the grand scheme of things is whether or not you were happy when you slid into home.
That’s not to say I don’t empathize with people who aren’t happy. If you’re not happy, by god, fight for your happiness. While you’re at it, though, do me a favor, and don’t fuck up mine.
I don’t much care for most girly stuff because I just don’t much care for most girly stuff. Frills and sparkles and lace in large quantities have never really been my thing. They’re not comfortable, and they draw all sorts of attention to me that most of the time I’m content not to have.
That makes me sexist? Here I thought that just made me… Well… Me.