Convincing “proof” that males are the privileged sex:
The genders aren’t treated equally. You can tell, because it’s the 21st century and we’re still living in a world where the feminine is seen as inferior to masculine.
“You’re like a guy, you’re not like other girls.” “You can hang with the boys.” “You’re able to have sex like a dude.”
Those are all, at least, intended to be compliments. I’d be lying if being told that I could hang with the guys did not give me a certain amount of pleasure in my younger and stupider years. I saw it as entrée to a powerful circle that was exclusive to men. And I thought that was great, because I had fully absorbed the message that boys are fun and cool, and women are prissy and dramatic and un-fun.
Straight females might well apply such jibes to the butchest of butch females but not to Harper’s Bazaar’s contributor – author of this piece – Jennifer Wright.
Males are, of course, brainwashed into embracing masculinity:
Rejection of all things feminine isn’t born into boys. We teach them to reject traits traditionally associated with femininity, like gentleness, empathy and sensitivity. And we teach them to do so early. We teach it every time we tell them to toughen up when they’re hurt. We teach it when we tell them that big boys don’t cry. We teach it when we tell them that girl stuff is never for them. We seemingly teach it to them through kicking their asses until they’re ashamed of ever having liked something “girly”.
Wright offers but a single example of suppressed male masculinity:
I’m reminded of Susan Hale’s essay about visiting schools to promote her Princess Academy series. After a presentation where third grade girls who bought the book met with Hale, one boy stuck around. She recalls on her blog:
“… he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “Do you have a copy of the black princess book?”
It broke my heart that he felt he had to whisper the question.
He wanted to read the rest of the book so badly and yet was so afraid what others would think of him. If he read a “girl” book. A book about a princess. Even a monster-fighting superhero ninja princess. He wasn’t born ashamed. We made him ashamed. Ashamed to be interested in a book about a girl.
That story makes me deeply sad. It also makes me angry. The little boy who wanted to read a book about a princess didn’t learn to be ashamed on his own. He learned that from someone, perhaps another group of boys who would mock him if he showed any signs of sissiness.
There can certainly be overlap, but males are males and females are females: end of story.