With the rise of feminism, many of us are rejecting the old standard
of the ideal woman. I don’t want to be your Cinderella. I don’t think I could be
if I tried.
>I’m not a great cook, my room is always messy, and
pretty much any roommate I’ve ever had will tell you that I don’t wash my
dishes in a timely manner. I’ve known what career I’ve wanted since I was ten
years old, and I will prioritize work responsibilities before having a spotless
kitchen or always having a home-cooked meal for dinner.
>I don’t always care if you think I’m pretty. Sure,
sometimes I like getting dressed up. But other times I just want to wear a
t-shirt and sweat pants. And no, they won’t always be those yoga pants that
make my butt look good. Maybe you don’t think I’m classy for showing up to a
lecture in my pajama bottoms with my unwashed hair in a messy bun. But guess
what? I’M COMFY. Besides, at least I showed up.
>And I’m definitely not always meek, mild, and sweet. I
can be obnoxious, I can be annoying, and I can be a jerk. It’s part of the
whole being human thing.
BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE! Here’s the best part about rejecting
the gender stereotypes we see in fairytale relationships: IT GOES BOTH WAYS.
Look, I’m no Cinderella. But I don’t need her kind of Prince
Charming, either.
>I don’t need a rich kid who brings home
enough money for bills + weekly manicures. I want a man who is doing whatever
he’s passionate about, whether or not that entails a traditional career. We’ll
deal with chores, bills, and kids accordingly. It isn’t just about rejecting what
society thinks our roles in the relationship should be. It’s about splitting responsibilities
and supporting each other’s dreams in a way that works for us as a unique
pairing of two unique people.
>I don’t need the guy who all the girls at the ball came
to chase. If and when I end up settling down, the number of women who are
jealous that I’ve taken my man off the market is totally irrelevant. I just need
someone who I can’t get enough of…and who can’t get enough of me. It isn’t just
about realizing that women have other sources of value than physical beauty. It’s
about realizing that people are diverse and there is no such thing as “the
perfect woman” OR “the perfect man.”
>And he doesn’t need to be the infallible gentleman who
is always strong and can fix anything. I’m attracted to humans, which means I’m
attracted to beings as imperfect as myself. It isn’t just about dissolving
negative perceptions of female emotion. It’s about realizing that NOBODY has it
all together, that treating your partner with love and respect will never be
effort-free, and that any successful relationship involves learning to
apologize AND forgive with grace.
And at this point, some will say, “Aha! If more feminists
were like this, maybe I’d support them more.”
Here’s the thing: if a woman is using feminism to demand
change for women yet deny it to men, she isn’t using it correctly. The feminist
movement is not about women “getting ahead.” It’s about getting equal. And many
of the issues that affect women also affect men.
And here, there will be another round of folks who say, “Well
if it isn’t just about women, why call it feminism?”
Not so fast. Many of the issues feminists are fighting to
address do affect men, but that doesn’t mean we’re all equally unequal. Maybe
it isn’t any fairer to expect a man to be the bread winner than to expect a woman
to be the stay-at-home partner. Historically, however, being the bread winner
HAS come hand in hand with having more power and respect within the household and
society in general. When we see more women succeeding in the realms of business
and politics and less woman being sexually harassed, maybe then we can talk
about retiring the word and replacing it with a less gendered alternative.
In the end, I guess what I’m trying to say is: we don’t want
to be the girls that history and our resulting society demand us to be. But we
don’t want the boys demanded by that same narrative, either.
We are human beings who want to connect with, love, and be loved
by other human beings.
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