Random thoughts on feminism.

I’m thinking that most girls have some sort of daddy issues.
I know I do to an extent. Likewise, guys can have mommy issues. Freud was really big on stuff like that.
We rely on our parents to guide us when we’re growing up and, sometimes, they’re not the best guides. Or, a child’s viepoint can be faulty. It definitly happens because, in theory, we’re unique.

— Although, I personally don’t think original thought exists.
The movie and book industry continually prove I’m right on that front.

Anyway… some guys can be embarrassed to show emotion, like flowers, or wear pink.
From societial and family training, there’s ‘boy’ stuff and there’s ‘girl’ stuff. Never should they intertwine — unless it’s toys. No one can convince me that action figures isn’t just another type of doll.

So, some of these guys are going all in.
Instead of guys becoming comfortable with liking daisies, media pushes them to go all in and become female. Make-up, dresses… the whole nine yards. I think the guy/girls should be lucky that pantyhose is out of style. Those suck.

It’s not really helping guys come to term with being guys or even with being human.

If they don’t fit the masculine mold entirely, they’re women. They claim to ‘feel like’ women even though they don’t know how it feels to be one. They didn’t grow up in a society of being a woman and only observed from a male gaze. Even if a man identifies as a woman, society (and himself) will still act, if not think, on male terms to avoid pubic embarrasment.

I don’t think a guy could ever fully identify with women unless his memory is wipe and, somehow, a woman’s memories is crammed into his head. More than memories – emotions of how situations and people.

If humans, regardless of male or female, experience the same types of emotions, what’s the point of a guy learning to use mascara? If my brother feels embarrassment and I feel embarrassment, we’re the same. What difference does what’s between our legs make?

That kind of leads me to my other topic.

Just as there is a brotherhood, there is a sisterhood as well.
It’s a unique sort of commardery shared between women. A feminine mistique, if you will, developed by how women have interacted with people and the situations they have been put in. I think a big portion of this includes women rolling eyes at each other when their male counterparts do or say something exceedingly stupid. It’s a closeness that develops among people who undergo simular ordeals.

One of the big cultural things is that women have been taken advantage of. We’re second class and used to further the male-drive agenda. Women are violated, historically, and lives are invalid. (Although that’s entirely not true, that seems to be how history treats women in history and some situations.)

But, sisterhood and womanhood are unique.
It is something that only girls share.

If any male can suddenly become female, that sanctuary of sisterhood is violated.
What it means to be a woman becomes nothing at all if a man can decide to take over the persona of a woman at any time.

It makes women less unique and more blurred.
It’s dumbing down the meaning of being a woman and being apart of the sisterhood.

Guys can have ‘female’ feelings.
They can cry. They can like daisies. They can own a cat.

That’s because they’re human.
That doesn’t mean that they’re a woman in disquise.

What women and men can do in society is breaking down.
Guys can teach kindergarden. Girls can be doctors. Heck, my gynocologist is male.
Social constructs are fluid.

But, there still has to be some sort of boundry or womanhood isn’t womanhood at all.

The make-up, dresses, and genitial mutilation isn’t enough.

Rather, a person should feel comfortable in their own skin and know they are enough before invalidating the experiences of half of the people on earth.