This is a status update several people on facebook posted. And by several I mean every woman I’ve ever known ever that doesn’t understand the real meaning of feminism:
“There’s a rumor going around that says boys are stronger then girls! Oh! Please, can you carry a 7lb baby in your stomach for 9mths? Can you cook, clean and talk on the phone @ the same time? Can you burn your forehead with a curling iron and not complain? Can you walk all day in 5” heels? Can you cry all night then wake up the next morning like everything is okay? Remember guys, women are only helpless until their nail polish dries :) Put this on your wall if YOU are proud of being a woman!!”
It’s probably way too late to be posting stuff and I should have been asleep like an hour ago, but whatever, Imma do this anyway. I apologize if I wander off, I’m very very tired.
I absolutely HATE when girls get all feminazi like this. The whole point of femenism is for gender EQUALITY, not saying that women are better than men. This entire argument is relative to inidivuals, not entire genders as a whole.
Traditionally and statistically, male muscles, when trained and developed, are physically able to lift more than female muscles. People are just built that way. Emotionally it’s all relative and cirumstancial to the individual person no matter what gender they are.
Okay, a woman can carry a baby for 9 months. First thing’s first, that baby is NOT 7 pounds the entire way through. The mother gains like 40+ pounds and that’s the majority of the weight, but the baby isn’t that size until late in the pregnancy. Any person who carries a backpack year round for school and/or work typically carries at least 10 pounds on them from the start of the school year to the end. Yeah you get to put it down, but it’s 10 pounds, practically all day every day, for the entire year. Carry it in the front or in the back, it’s all the same. Some women are better at it, some men are better at it.
Multitasking? Yeah, plenty of men multitask. I’ve known a lot of men who multitask. Single men with no family at all who keep their own living space spotless by cleaning while their dinner is in the oven. It’s called being self sufficient. Even ones who have someone in their life, whether they’re living with them or not do this. Single fathers multitask. You know, not every single parent is a mother. Fathers have to go through that crap to. And hey, even ones who aren’t single, they can be stay at home parents while the other goes to work or school all day, and they are at home feeding the kid(s), making lunch, talking business or casual calls over the phone, and picking up the house. AT THE SAME TIME. It’s the same for men as it is for women.
Curling iron burns and walking in heels for hours. I’m a woman, I can NOT do those things. I flinch and complain at every tiny pain, but grunt and grit my teeth at the big pains. And I don’t purposely TORTURE myself to prov a point. I don’t use product in my hair outside of washing it. I don’t crimp and curl and iron. I don’t wear 5 inch heels that I know will destroy my flat feet and leave every kind of blister there way ever. How does that possibly compare to a male contractor who spends the entire day lifting heavy loads and digging in the dirt all day with heavy boots on in long jeans in the hot sun for 10+ hours a day to build that new salon that you’re going to go to to get you scalp burned for bueaty? Oh, I walk in high heels which makes me better than you toiling in the dirt all day to build something that I want. No, that’s not how it works.
Crying all night means that something upset you and you let it out. Oh, wow, it worked. You know what the majority of men do because society says they have to? They hold ALL OF THAT FEELING IN. They don’t cry because it’s too feminine for them, so instead of releasing those feelings so that you CAN feel better in the morning, they hold them in and STILL get up in the morning to trudge onward back to work, feeling twice as much like crap as they did the day before. I’m a woman, I cry a LOT, but it makes me feel better. There was a time where I didn’t cry at all because I thought it made me weak. I THOUGHT LIKE WHAT SOCIETY THOUGHT A MAN SHOULD ACT, NOT A WOMAN, and I hurt more and more the longer I held it in. So in that respect, yes, there are a LOT of men who are a million times stronger because despite never having that release, THEY KEEP GOING. And I respect a man that can do that, but at the same time I wish he had the ooportunity to just let it out. To cry without being judged. But most other men, and even WOMEN will judge a man so harshly that he loses respect for it. Why is that? Because OMG he actually HAS feelings?! God forbid a HUMAN BEING has FEELINGS! For shame!
And this might be going off on a tangent, but this crap about “women are only helpless until their nail polish dries”. I’m sorry what? Why is it that a strong woman has to still conform to society’s view of beauty? Of being dainty and adorned in beautiful things? I love a nice dress as much as the next girl, but while we’re talking about strength and empowerment, why are we fussing with nails and high heels and curling irons? It’s good to be a strong woman, it really is! But that doesn’t mean it’s bad to be a strong man, or it’s bad that a strong woman doesn’t like girly things, or it’s bad to be a physically weak man.
You know what I’m proud of as a woman? That I can figh and shoot a gun. That I know how to use a pocket knife. That I dress in a way that fits the situation or possible situation, like wearing WALKING SHOES when I’m going to be on my feet all day, not high heels. That I can go outside without makeup and still have confidence in myself. THESE are qualities that women should be comparing. Comparing a woman in heels to a man in boots is like comparing a deer to a moose. The deer is better because it has thinner legs to stand on? They’re stronger because they know how to walk on tiny stilts for leg? No.
I’m proud to be a woman who can stand WITH men, not above them. If you’re proud to be a woman who treats men as equals and not as lesser beings, then I salute you. Repost, replog, re-do-whatever-you-want because all humans are created equal.
Graduated high school. Kissed someone. Collected something really stupid. Smoked a cigarette Got so drunk you passed out. Rode every ride at an amusement park Gone to a rock concert. Helped someone. Gone fishing. Watched four movies in one night. Gone long periods of time without sleep. Lied to someone. Snorted cocaine. Failed a class. Smoked weed. Dealt drugs. Been in a car accident. Been in a tornado. Done hard drugs (i.e. ecstasy, heroin, crack, meth, acid). Watched someone die. Been to a funeral. Burned yourself. Ran a marathon Cried yourself to sleep. Spent over $200 in one day. Flown on a plane. Cheated on someone Been cheated on Written a 10 page letter. Gone skiing Been sailing. Had a best friend. Lost someone you loved. Shoplifted something. Been to jail. Dangerously close to being in jail. Skipped school Had detention. Got in trouble for something you didn’t do. Stolen books from the library. Gone to a different country. Dropped out of school. Been in a mental hospital. Watched the “Harry Potter” movies. Had an online diary. Fired a gun. Had a yard sale. Had a lemonade stand. Actually made money at the lemonadestand. Been in a school play. Been fired from a job. Taken a lie detector test. Swam with dolphins. Voted for someone on a reality TV show. Written poetry. Read more than 20 books a year. Gone to Europe. Loved someone you shouldn’t have. Used a coloring book over age 12. Had surgery. Had stitches Taken a taxi. Seen the Washington Monument. Had more than 5 IM’s/online conversations going at once. Tried To Overdose. Had a drug or alcohol problem. Punched someone in the face Suffered any form of abuse not severe Gone surfing in California. Had a hamster. Pet a wild animal. Used a credit card. Did “spirit day” at school. Dyed your hair. Got a tattoo. Had something pierced. Got straight A’s. Been on the Honor Roll. Known someone with HIV or AIDS Madeout with someone Played on a sports team Sexted snuck out of the house Been to NYC swore at a teacher gone laser tagging had a boyfriend/girlfriend been on the TV french braided skinny-dipped driven a car performed in front of an audience had a blonde moment been on a train seen a ghost gone bungee-jumping been to Mexico crashed a car sky dived been kissed in the rain been to your states capitol made an 11:11 wish drank alcohol forwarded a chain letter made a mistake
So I’ve been camping at Cape Cod with my dad, two brothers, a brother’s friend, my aunt, her boyfriend, and her boyfriend’s son.
I had a blast. I’ve never been to Cape Cod before, even though I’ve lived in Massachusetts for all of my life. It’s beautiful there. I saw flying squirrels for the first time in my life. The campsite was awesome too. Usually campsites are incredibly cramped, but it was very spacious and awesome.
In exactly one week, probably around this time too, I’ll be in the car, heading to move in at Smith College. My room is all packed up (well mostly) and I’ve gotten rid of a lot of things. I’m excited and a little nervous. I’ve been thinking about a lot lately too.
I’m confused and worried about things I shouldn’t be worrying about. I have school to focus on, not silly emotions.