am bit pissed off at recent rash articles by female writers moaning about young women spunking the hard won freedoms of recent times on getting breast enlargements, dressing sluttily, getting pissed and generally making a show of themselves. cf http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2010/oct/11/michelle-obama-most-powerful-woman
i’d still call myself a feminist if i talked in those terms (i don’t. i prefer to just be one and not bang on too much about it. except here of course…) . And i do agree with much of what is said in the piece.
However
I really dislike this bluestocking ascetism creeping into these discussions. how is it good, polite or sisterly to knock women for how they dress, present themselves or live their lives? and what exactly is wrong with wanting to enhance your appearance, look slutty or have some fucking fun? life is too short ladies. and don’t call women bad role models like its your job if in the public eye to be a perfect one. the bashing of women for “dancing about a stadium – nips out and wearing backless chaps made of tampons – hooting: “Woo! Leetle monsterz. Female empowerment!”" rather implies that some section of womankind can’t see a bit of fun and taboo breaking for what it is. not the greatest view to take of those of us who don’t conform to the perfect serious – intellectual – politically concerned archetype.
so just cut it out you feminist misogynists. get back to the real enemy. men.
ahaha. no only joking.
or am i?
