Let& #39;s be clear here again: being a woman isn& #39;t about lipstick, Charlotte, nor "that perfect blue eyeliner", Niamh, nor some god-awful petticoat-skirt-frilly-blouse-and-pearls combo, Sophie-Grace. Neither is it about behaving a certain way that aligns with "50s housewife", Jane.
Being a woman isn& #39;t a FECKING COSTUME. It& #39;s not something you play with and then take off when you feel like it. It& #39;s a LIVED BIOLOGICAL REALITY.
You think you can "woman" better than actual women, don& #39;t you? You really believe this. If only women would woman like you woman, then women would be perfect, wouldn& #39;t they? You completely misunderstand what being a woman is.
Why doesn& #39;t anyone who& #39;s trying to "woman" better than actual women, ever wear what actual women wear 90% of the time? Jeans? Tracksuit bottoms? Or (yes) leggings? Or an abaya? Or a hijab? Or a shalwar kameez? Why, WHY is it ALWAYS with the DRESSES and the SKIRTS and the HEELS?
ALL the fecking conversations, from the Niamhs and the Charlottes and the Sophie-Graces, revolve around "TELLING women what they REALLY should be like". Because it comes from "SEEING what women should be like, from a non-woman perspective".
And all the visuals are about "SHOWING women what they SHOULD look like- again, seen through the prism of a non-woman perspective". Hence the frilly skirts and blouses, or the skintight mini-dresses, or the lipstick. Never, ever, a fecking sports jersey, or a trouser suit.
Show up in a trouser suit with baby sick down the back, Niamh. Show up in a t-shirt and a pair of leggings with sticky toddler handprints on them, Charlotte. Show up in an oversized tunic to hide your post-partum belly, Sophie-Grace. THEN tell us you& #39;re a woman.
Have that conversation with yourself about the white trousers and what day it is, Jane. Have the chat with yourself about whether you wear pyjamas or a nightie, and whether you put the white sheets on the bed. THEN tell us you& #39;re a woman.
And for the love of GOD, stop looking down on women, now that you identify as one, and thinking how much of a better woman you are than those ludicrous wans with their periods and their blood and their pain and their pesky post-partum problems.