What a weird weekend. I’m feeling all prickly this Monday as I write this. I don’t like anyone today. I had little sleep and want to be left alone.
The weekend started off really well. Skype hooked me up with tickets to the Lady Gaga concert. My friend, Tiffany and I put on sparkly tops and very much looked the part of two 30 year old ladies heading to a cool concert. We joked that our 20 year old selves would have made such fun of two 30 year old gal pals all decked out in sequins and conservative blouses and cardies.
We’re 30. So 30. 30 year old ladies.
The concert was amazing, exhilarating. I love Lady Gaga, I really do. I’m such a sucker for her. I got drunk, sang and danced to my favorite tunes.
In my Lady Gaga hangover haze, still buzzing on a Lady Power high on Saturday morning, I turned my attention to Twitter to find that some kind of war was being waged between popular writer, Sarah Nicole Prickett and a bunch of people who were up in arms over an article she had written for VICE . I read the article.
I reread the article. I looked at the Tweets.
When it comes to harassment, I think women can be just as horrible as men. One of the “feminists” who was rallying around the chick who was ultra upset about the article that was deemed a “hit piece” was someone who I actually had to block from Twitter last year, because she was harassing me.
What what?
In 2011, I wrote a piece about how annoying it was that the media was taking this photo from the 2011 Vancouver Riot and calling it an iconic photo, comparing it to the one below, that is truly an iconic photo.
The girl (woman, lady, whatever) said that I was a supporter of sexual harassment because the sailor in the above photo didn’t know the nurse and just grabbed her and kissed her.
But it’s still an iconic photo, no? Where as the other one was taken because a tourist fell down or was knocked down during a stupid hockey riot.
Anyways, the point is, this feminist was harassing me on Twitter, saying horrible things and finally, when I realized that her sense of reality and “feminism” was more “feminazis” I had to block her. I won’t pretend to know all the implications about what happened last year when a woman had to report that she was being harassed via Twitter. And I won’t pretend that I think people getting so crazy about an article written in VICE is abnormal. Like, of course people reacted. That’s what articles like that are for.
If there are two categories in which to place the female gender, I wonder which one I fall in? I’m certainly not a lady as described by SNP, but I don’t feel badass enough to be a woman, in that case, either.
That’s not to say, I didn’t used to. When I was 12, I charged 4 older boys with sexual assault. I wasn’t a woman then. I was a girl and I could only do what a girl could do to protect herself. Which was tell her parents who told the police. But I had a lot of pent up rage and anger and if that’s what drives a woman, than I was more woman then than I am now at 30. Because I wanted blood.
I don’t know what I’m writing. I’m so tired, and this was just on my mind. SNP terrifies me (in a “I totally respect you as a writer and I wouldn’t want to get on your bad side”, kind of way) and so do scary irrational feminists who are so removed from reality that they would have the gull to say that I endorse sexual harassment.
So what category am I?
I guess I was overblown with powerful female voices this weekend and can’t really figure them out. I liked the article. But it also exhausted me too. And I can’t stop thinking about it.
Have you read the VICE article yet? What are your thoughts?
