HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE-OH JUST SHUT UP ALREADY!
So here I am with my faithful bottle of Semillon Sauvignon Blanc, catching up on the latest Castle episodes and watching the one where the main guy's ex-wife and the main guy's new girl friend collide. Catfight ensues!
Cue every silly, tired cliché about women being catty, insecure and jealous. It's all about the beaus. OF COURSE!
And if you look around, that trope is repeated in almost EVERY movie, tv-show and ad. Little girls grow up with the idea, that it's okay to hate other women and perceive them as competition. They grow up and become the women they saw in these movies when they were children. It's almost expected of them! And then they have children as well. And the whole cycle repeats.
AND I AM SO TIRED OF IT.
You know this film scene where beautiful actresses fake-smile at each other, pretend to be friendly, while trading thinly veiled insults (mostly about the other's age or her promiscuous behaviour)?
I did have women giving me this treatment! Women I actually have never met before in my life! All I did was to be unfortunate enough to sleep with the man they slept with before. Or vice versa. So what? I met and befriended women who dated my partner/boyfriend/fiancé/whatever while I was still involved with him.
If a woman finds out that her husband or partner has sex with someone else, then I understand this is not easy to take. On some level I do understand. But why take this out on the other woman? She isn't the one doing the cheating. Isn't the man who promised to be faithful in words or in other ways, the one the anger should be directed at?
I have never understood why some women hate me. During my life, three men remarked on various occasions, that I am like a red flag to other women. And no, this is not a humble brag about how "pretty" I am and how jealous other belles are.
Am I a curvy, busty, long-legged sex siren? Eeeerrrr. Nope :D No such luck!
I am really short, have a round belly, am definitely non-curvy and not at all leggy (but am blessed with thick arthritic knees) and because I don't wear glasses (and I can't wear contacts) I cheerfully and unapologetically bump into any obstacle.
And by the way?
It has nothing to do with the way I or anyone looks.
Ok, so I'm Asian and I dress like a prostitute.
Is it such a bad thing that I like to squeeze my laughable asian chest into purple corsets with cheap lace and parade around in orange highheeled platform-boots? I am short! And vain! Also dressing up in clashing colours cheers me up. There is nothing like staring at your thighs clad in neon-green tights and pink fishnet stockings. It's like being on LSD!
So I won't ever win the Best Dressed Short Asian Chick Award (which is a shame) ... but is that a reason to hate anyone? Bad fashion sense?
(I had this one really good friend once, who was the absolute supermodel of the school. She was so beautiful, it kind of became hard to see that she was also smart, funny and cool. Then her relationship fell apart after four years. I ran across her ex-boyfriend in a club, crying and drunk, and my room mate and I regrettebly took pity on him, and let him sleep on the couch. Then that snake turned around and told my friend that we had sex. And just like that she believed him, the one who had cheated on her for two years over me, who considered her the Butch Cassidy to my Sundance Kid, and it may have broken my heart a bit.)
Of course, like many other people in this world, I'm flawed. There are many traits I have and mistakes I made for which I may deserve to be hated. But it would be nice to start the hating after getting to know me.
Luckily after watching me trip, running against a door or laugh like a hyena, most women relax instantly, believe you me :D
It's not really them. It's the media. And yes, I also blame men.
I don't mean to say that men are conspiring to keep women apart, but in, perhaps a subconscious way, they are. TV-shows and movies depict women often in an extremely cartoony way, reduced to chest, hair colour and ethnicity, and mostly they are produced by men.
This is changing, I know, and it's not as black and white any longer. We do have strong, independent, smart female protagonists on the screen, don't we? And hopefully with more and more women being in Hollywood, not only as actresses but as directors, writers and producers, we'll see more.
The Castle episode that aggravated me ended with the exwife of the main guy and the new girlfriend bonding, btw. Over the main guy.
Whatever.