Rant time: 'Real' sexism.
Sexism is real, just saying before folks start accusing me of saying otherwise because they haven’t read the rest of what I’m about to say.
So I’ve been watching Glee again as kind of a background to revision. Now I love Glee, and we’re not debating whether Glee is a good show or whatever. But I noticed that it seems to be a reoccurring theme that they talk about becoming a real man. Like:
‘you showed me what it means to be a real man’
…or…
‘until I knew you I didn’t have a role model of how to be a real man’
This is awesome and stuff in that it tries to instill that real men are decent, honourable folks.
It’s in many other TV shows and movies too, this idea of real men. You can find it all over facebook in those shitty ”Real men do X and don’t do X, share if you agree” things (sickening as they are).
As I said, it’s great that modern media is trying to show men that they are more than just typical macho-ness like…lifting weights…and…drinking beer…and…growing a moustache?
OK so I don’t know what typical macho men do.
But then I started thinking about what real women are. If real men are based on these traits and morals and stuff, what makes a real women. As it turns out, real women are defined as having curves.
End of definition.
Yeah, I’m not kidding. If you look on the internet, or in magazines or anything really, women are defined strictly by what they look like. There is nothing more…no sorry, that’s a lie, real women are defined by what they look like and the fact that they become mothers.
This is bullshit. And it’s dangerous.
As far as I can find there are no arguments against this view of ‘real’ men. There’s no ‘yeah but ALL men are real men’ and I can’t decide if it’s because all men want to be this way or consider they are this way, but there is so much condemnation about ‘real’ women and rightly so.
It’s realizations like this that just bug the utter fuck out of me. There are no other words. It’s a double standard and it’s based on nothing but nostalgia for inequality based on what (or rather doesn’t) hang between ones legs.
Fuck. That. Shit.