It’s Twitter, right? Therefore, I’m supposed to take every digital musing with a grain of salt. Twitter isn’t supposed to make me mad. There are people I willingly follow who are infamous for tweeting off-the-wall shit. It’s precisely why I follow them. They’ve branded themselves as comedians, douchebags, or a combination of the two solely by tweeting any and every thing that comes to mind. Today, one of them retweeted a series of tweets. But, this time I wasn’t really entertained by the unbridled humor. Now is when you can insert the “Are you on your period, Tyece?” query.
I’m supposed to pull a screen shot of those tweets I’m referencing. But, I respect other people’s right to confine their assholery to a few hundred followers. Plus, I’m about to type an entire rant about how women should not shame other women. So, grabbing the screenshot of the woman’s tweet would defeat my tirade.
I can paraphrase the tweet pretty accurately myself: “Women should not be surprised if they wear revealing clothing and then men talk to them like pieces of shit. After all, you know what your body looks like. If you choose to leave the house half-naked, men talking to you however they please is the risk you’re willing to take.”
I struggled with what to title this post. I thought of several names including “Women Should Not Shame Other Women” and “In Praise of Badass Women” until I finally decided I should just tell you the truth exactly as it happened. I shied away from inserting the word “feminism” because it evokes too many images of frolicking in a field of daisies or belligerently burning one’s bra. I am not good with extremes. Nonetheless, it encapsulated today’s theme.
I didn’t think her sentiment in the tweet could be serious. That is, until I realized, through a string of subsequent tweets, that she was dead serious. Oh, but it’s Twitter. So nothing is supposed to be taken seriously. Bullfuckingshit.
If a man expressed the exact same sentiment in the aforementioned tweet, I would still be pissed. But, it broke my heart into a few jagged pieces to see another women endorse that treatment of other women. Just to be clear regarding my stance on the subject, I could care less if a woman walked out of her apartment with her right titty hanging out intentionally–I wouldn’t condone anyone talking to her like a piece of shit. No. As you saw in my tweet, I’m not here for that.
I’m not going to smother you with some Kumbayah women empowerment speech. I’m already too mad for Kumbayah. I’m going to choose common sense instead. And, common sense says that how we talk to each other as human beings, and particularly as women, is so fucking fragile. The treatment we endorse of one another is so fucking fragile. We ourselves are so fucking fragile. Simply by virtue of owning mammary glands, there’s a host of things we shouldn’t endorse when it comes to other women. I’m not going to recite a list. You’re grown. You know better.
But, I witness a growing mentality among women to be “one of the boys.” To casually toss around sexist expletives or announce how they “don’t like other women” in a futile effort to obtain honorary membership into the Boy’s Club. What do you mean you don’t like other women? No, boo, you don’t like your damn self. Those things don’t make you “one of the boys.” They don’t make you carefree. They don’t make you any more accepted. They make you set back your own sex back 1,000 steps.
Women are so incredibly badass. Now, is the time for you to turn on Beyonce’s “Run The World (Girls)” so I don’t have to narrate some cliche list of all the things women do and have done. But, to be a woman is to exist in such a delicate and perplexing position with the current often times pushing against you. To not acknowledge those same waves pushing up against the women around you is to not think critically enough about the world you’re sucking up air from on the daily.