How to raise a girl to hate herself
For those of you that doubt the existence of the patriarchy, I bring you this horrifically painful article from CNN. It is written by an expectant mother who is disappointed to find out that she is having a girl after having two boys. Because boys and girls are sooooo completely different. Boys are rough and tumble and it’s appropriate to spend time with them looking through magazines and mocking all things traditionally related to the female gender. It’s just fine and dandy to train your boys that pink girl things are absolutely terrible. Reinforcing patriarchal gender roles and the second class status of us little girls is normal parenting behavior.
I want to judge this article writer for being a tool of the patriarchy for writing and publishing this tripe. But I really do feel sorry for her. She has obviously absorbed too many brain-washing toxins from living in a culture that absolutely hates women. How is it possible for anybody to give a piece of their writing such an atrocious title: Why I didn’t want a girl. I just honestly can’t believe it. Not only that, she must really hate herself if she really feels that way about having a girl.
You have to understand that I underwent a little awakening many, many years ago. Something strange, new and awesome dawned on me as I was sitting with my abusive ex watching episodes of Oprah, Dr. Phil and Jerry Springer. I realized that all these shows are the same. They teach people to hate and judge others for being different or better yet at a disadvantage. Mocking dysfunctional people as they throw chairs at each other made me feel good about myself. So do you want to know what I did?
I turned off the TV and quit watching that crap. Humans, including myself, are programmable sheep and TV is a great form of brain-washing. If you are looking for it, you will find that most media is designed to make you hate yourself. You are too fat or your eyelashes are too thin so you need some over-priced goop to be lovable.
The other day a friend of mine asked me to explain feminism to him. I had no idea how to respond to that. I can not speak for anyone but myself. My views are that we live in an oppressive patriarchy and your indoctrination begins the minute your mother answers the question: “Is it a boy or is it a girl?” Cute pink sleepers for her, rough and tumble boyish blue for him.
