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LIPSTICK SLINGING FEMINIST

LIPSTICK SLINGING FEMINIST

Yesterday on my Facebook feed I saw a post. And it made me MAD. I don't typically feel a need to involve myself in these types of antics, but ...

I'm quoting here:

"Hey girls, stop curling your hair, wearing excessively colored lipstick, and high waisted shorts, that's for supermodels and you guys all look like clowny Oompa Loompas."

SERIOUSLY?! 

I battle with the term "feminist" because I believe I am an "equalist". Feminism sometimes involves male bashing - and I am not about that life. I believe we should all be given the same rights and opportunities while still recognizing that there tend to be some inherent differences between the genders. 

That being said - the Facebook post evoked a very hostile feminist from within me. 

I began to think of how I would comment because I could NOT let this slide. The first commenter was a girl who simply said, "Sorry bro, but this is sexist as fuck." I applauded her. Others (all female) piped in with their disgust. The poster eventually commented that it was meant as a joke. He then (in response to a female commenter who was obviously offended) said "who are you even?" I was floored.  

My natural attack response was to go after his own appearance. To criticize his own body shape, or clothing choices, or that I thought the excessive amount of selfies at his age may be perceived as "pathetic" ... But. That would have put me in his playing field. I ended up saying "Why are supermodels the only girls that are allowed to have fun?"

As a female - and now as a mother of a tiny baby female - I HATE the impossible beauty standards our culture has created. I hate that this man and countless others like him believe that only wafer thin beauties are entitled to be colorful, and playful, and beautiful. Every female deserves the right to dress how she pleases, from Giselle, to my new favorite supermodel, Tess Holiday.

Last night, while my head was still spinning around the debacle, I went on Facebook to see what other comments had been made. And guess what?

HE. UNFRIENDED. ME! I was livid, annoyed, and I won't lie - for a good bit I felt remorseful that I had said something. I hated the feeling of rejection. I hated feeling like I had "lost" - because he unfriended me and not the other way around. And THAT is the problem - even though this little piss ant of a man had made a statement that I found to be morally degrading to women of all kind - IIIIIIIIIII was offended that HEEEEEE unfriended MEEEE. 

I woke up thinking: WHATEVER - good riddance. I win, because opinions like his have not tarnished the way I see beauty. I can look at women of all kinds, all cultures, all shapes, all colors, all ages, and I can see beauty. My beauty box far extends from the societal standard of tall, thin, and flawless. (I see beauty there too!) And even though I wish I had had the upper hand in the rejection process - I am glad to be cut free from a person with such narrow vision. 

I also plan on wearing bright lipstick today. 

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