I Won’t Apologize For Being A Girl
Today’s Brew: Julie’s on her way, and we better get some coffee, so help me God.
I consider myself a pretty strong woman. I run a business. I get things done. I’m not afraid to stand up for myself or loved ones when needed, and I’m also not afraid to ask for help. I take chances. I’ll admit when I’m wrong.
But I’m also extremely female. I love leopard print, pink, fishnets, fun boots, romance novels, cooking, and Zumba.
I’ve noticed that powerful women are expected to abandon their femininity. They wear suits, cut their hair or pull it back, don’t wear a lot of makeup, and have to forsake things that are associated with being girly.
When did being a female become equated with weakness?
This pisses me off.
There’s a huge trend towards “strong women” in literature, and I take offense with it. These are woman who are competing with the boys. They have to be unnaturally smart and are almost never sexy. They can outwit alpha males at every turn, save the day, and besides their names, you’d never know they were female.
Being sexy is powerful. It doesn’t mean being slutty. It means being comfortable in your own skin, and knowing you have something to offer. It doesn’t mean apologizing for being a woman.
Some people have bagged my heroines for not being strong. The don’t fit the current stereotype. They make mistakes, they cry. They’re not always the smartest person in the story. They get duped. But they are all strong willed and willing to fight for what they believe in.
Women love knocking each other down a peg. We aspire to standards that are impossible to achieve–either these super masculine brainy types or these sexy bombshells. If we all want to be considered strong, we need to start with holding each other up, and recognizing being a girl doesn’t mean being weak.