The only thing I didn’t like about tonight was that when Paul and I were leaving, Paul indicated that I was his ride home, and someone made a comment like “Isn’t that emasculating lol?”
Now I’m practically self trained to detect and respond to anti-feminist remarks, and really wanted to say something like “Hey. I’m a woman and also a fully functional human being, completely capable of operating a motor vehicle. It’s shitty jokes like that which perpetuate shitty cultural messages which state that I am less of a person and should let men perform basic tasks for me if given the opportunity, or that he is less of a person because a woman is performing a basic task which she is equally capable of completing. Also he is on drugs so this plan makes more sense.”
I didn’t say anything cause frankly I was preoccupied, didn’t want to make a fool of myself if I couldn’t fully articulate myself, and I didn’t even know who made the initial statement. But I was leaving with two of the most feminist people I know, and even though none of us retorted to the comment, I feel as if we all knew that we would be the one’s who would appreciate such a response.
“Essentially, the idea of a “slut” is a myth told to women to keep them in their place. Just as Santa will not actually bring you coal on Christmas if you break a few of the house rules, you will not actually turn into an intrinsically tainted, unpalatable creature if you break one of society’s rules and have sex with one too many men. The word “slut” isn’t a criticism for having too much sex necessarily, but for being a woman: a real, living, breathing woman with quirks, foibles, normal sexual feelings, and personality; and failing to live up to the societal ideal for a woman: the passive, pliable, perpetually innocent, and sexually available Barbie doll.”—The Slut Myth (via seancing)