Remember the old days when women fought for equality because men were telling them what to do and how to dress? Me neither, but Jordan Pro Strong I hear it was awful. Maybe it’s just me but it seems like most men have given up on telling women what to do. Luckily, other women have taken up the slack for them.

Yesterday Kyrie from MeMo wrote about Skrt, the website that asks women to submit stories and products they love and lets others vote on them, allowing readers to see popular posts and products they may otherwise miss. MeMo wrote about “chick powerless content” being incompatible with wanting equality. Personally I’m flummoxed by the whole thing.

You see, the thing about Skrt is that (because it’s voter driven) it’s a reflection of the people who use it. The dreck falls to the bottom and the important stuff rises to the stuff. There’s also a lot of girly stuff about vintage fabrics, breast feeding and finding jeans that make your ass look nice even if it isn’t. And guess what? That’s important stuff too. Turns out some girls enjoy having nice asses.

When did it become such a crime to be a girly girl? And why is it that it’s such a good thing to be a manly man?

I’m a girl and I like high heels and necklaces and kittens. I also am a career woman who owns more comic books than most guys, plays role playing games and used to catch and tame wild snakes. I don’t know how to cook but I do know how to tan a buffalo hide. I’m a mommy blogger but I’m also a multi faceted person with an anxiety disorder and the ability to hot wire a tractor. I don’t get manicures but I do get Maxim. Most importantly, I’m someone who supports the right to choose to be whoever the hell you want to Air Jordan 10 Retro bewhether you’re a drag queen in pumps, a full time mom, an exotic dancer or a woman who’d rather be set on fire than wear a mini skirt.

Being a girl is all about the ability to use the freedoms we’ve fought for to be free to make a choice about who we really are. And it’s not just about girls. It’s about the men who come here everyday to read and comment even though others may say it’s just a “mommy blog”. It’s about little boys who want to wear pink and little girls who want to be Bob the Builder for Halloween. It’s about not using “girl” as an insult.

In the end it’s about the freedom to make the choice to say and do what you want, even if that means choosing to criticise others. (Touch, MeMo.) But I hope it also means a place where women can feel okay being exactly who they are without having to justify it.

Still, I’m giving MeMo the benefit of the doubt because I really do like her writing and in spite of the fact that she occassionally pisses me off, she does make me think. Maybe she was just having a bad day. Maybe someone insulted her ass. Maybe she didn’t understand how Skrt works. That last line? That’s my attempt at irony, people. Please don’t burn your bras on my lawn.

Did you ever wish you were a boy?

Did you? Did you for one moment or one breath or one heartbeat beating over all the years of life, wish, even a little, that you could spend it as a boy? Honest. Really. Even if you got over it.

Did you ever wish that you could be a boy just so you could do boy things and not hear them called boy things, did you want to climb trees and skin knees and be third base and not hear the boys say, Sure, play, but that means you have to be third base.

But did you ever wish you were a boy just because there were boys, and there were girls and they were them, and we were, well, we weren them, and we knew there must be a difference because everybody kept telling us there was. But what was it?

You never knew. Like you knew that you were a girl (you run like a girl you throw like a girl you girl you) and that was great, that was swell, but you couldn help wondering what it would be like if you been boy.

And if you could have been a boy, what difference would it have made? Would it have made you faster, cuter, cleaner? And if you were a boy, this incredible bouncing boy, what boy would you have been? All the time knowing no two boys are alike any more than all girls are.

So you wake up. And you learn we all have differences (Yes!) You learn we all have similarities (Right!) You learn to stop lumping everybody in the world into two separate categories, or three, or four, or any at all (Finally!) And you learn to stop beating yourself over the head for things that weren wrong in the first place.

And one day when you out in the world running, feet flying dogs barking smiles grinning, you hear those immortal words calling, calling inside your head Oh you run like a girl and you will say shout scream whisper call back Yes. What exactly did you think i was?

When I was in the reserves, I often showed up with my make up on for my drill weekends. Even if we were out in the field pretending to shoot the bad guys. I also made sure my nails ALWAYS looked nice. While wearing cammo and full face paint.

Oh, and when I was in Iraq last year I made sure I got my nails done right before I left and done again right when I got home.

I don do a lot of stuff. But my Nike LeBron 11 nails and pedicures are the best.

I love the fact that I can have a sports (correction baseball) conversation and then turn around and discuss some Nike Air Foamposite One stereotypical girly thing. I love the fact that I can go to the shooting range (with my own gun, thank you very much) and come home and get gussied up for a evening out. Not that we do have gussied up evenings out, but Air Jordan 7s we COULD.

Am I making sense? Probably not. Oh well.

Hear hear Jenny. What is it with women bashing women these days?

MeMo says is within my adulthood within the past two decades, I swear that this dishy, chick lit, stiletto, manicured girl culture has arisen. the hell?

Dishy? Have women not been stereotyped as gossipy since Eve ratted out the snake?

Chick lit? What, we shouldn be proud that a genre of literature has popped up with women in mind? Is she saying that it is inherently bad writing just because it written for women? What about women magazines? Are those evil too?

Stileto (sic)? Hello? Lana Turner anyone? The Postman Always Rings Twice? Hardly the past two decades.

And Manicures? This is new? In the past two decades? My father has been getting manicures longer than that. No joke.

But still. Why is she judging a woman who likes to dish, likes to read chick lit on the beach (or wherever), likes to wear stilettos and likes to get manicures? Does she honestly not have any friends who fit those criteria?

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