There's a saying in Texas, "She'd rather climb a tree-n-tell a lie, than stand on the ground and sprout the simple truth."
So, when women aren't being the miraculous, smart, fun, sassy, brilliant beings that they are, in their spare time some of them pick on other women. Why? Damned if I know. Three women bloggers have taken on moving targets that I admire. Exemplifying the phenomenon of hiding behind a keyboard, waxing wise and...oh, wait, I do that.
Anyway, these women bloggers (I'll call 'em b-sters) are not playing well with others.: They're couching attacks in terms that'd make an attorney blush, attributing opinion in theoretical "some might" language. And they handing off backhanded compliments, passive-aggressive praise for the "bravery" of wearing that.
First off, when the sisters are doing it for themselves -- that's suppose to be a positive thing. Yeah. Read the memo! Women could build one another up, not tear each other to shreds by b-slapping a keyboard.
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| Angelina in a Goddess-inspired Gown |
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| Kate Upton Rocks the Catwalkf |
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| Something to Cheer About |
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Then there are hierarchies of being, where one thing in a pair is given more worth than another: young/old, tomboy/fairy, green/brown, slender/curvy (or the value laden skinny/fat).
Now, why is it that these b-sters are aiming their guns to the heart of femininity? "Matronly" -- as in motherly as an aspersion? As for the voluptuous -- that is the way women roll. Yes, there are naturally slender woman, but woman tend toward the curvy in certain areas (bless 'em!). To recap, why is it that everything having to do with authentic, real, exuberant femininity is being looked down upon by these women bloggers? Have they internalized self-loathing, and then gone on to perpetuate the damage?
Another reason to be concerned with the public bullying of women by women is that if Angelina Jolie, Kate Upton, and a Cheerleader are being shamed what, we may well ask, are the implications for everyone else?
Right.
Now, the way I reckon it, we're here on this earth, in this incarnation, for a brief play period. The why and wherefore to is a mystery. On most days life's a mixture of the glorious and the gritty. So why not skew to the glory and avoid the screw to the psyche? Le's celebrate ourselves and others. Be kind. Be glorious. Be good.
And quit that friggin' shaming stuff! Play nicely together. Don't make me get fierce. Or do....It's all good. Go out and have a ball -- or the nice kids won't play with you on the playground anymore.
