I think i have a new favourite episode.
bro, i dont even care anymore. fuck it! *continues to try very hard*
if you identify as cis but haven’t actually taken time to sit down and examine and analyze your gender identity, it’s probably time to do that otherwise you’ve just given in to society forcing a significant part of your identity upon you.
if someones comfortable with their gender identity to the point that its not even on their mind then theres no need for them to analyse it
as someone who basically identifies as cis i think it’s very much important to examine your gender identity. it might lead to small things: e.g. after i did that i stopped shaving because i realized that i wasn’t doing it for myself. further, i’ve stopped seeing my own face as a gendered thing and this makes it easier for me to be respectful of the identities of others, and easier to be happy with the meatsack i live in. i think that it’s very important for cis people to consider what aspects of gendered existence we hold sacred. peeing in a segregated space? if so, why? i mean this is exactly the kind of question trans communities have been trying to get us to deal with forever and i think that answering it on a cultural level will come with exactly the type of introspection that OP is asking for.
some of the best advice i’ve got in college so far is “make strange what is comfortable” and hey, after you take it apart, you can put it right back together again if that’s what makes you happy but it’s still important to evaluate why you perform your gender the way you do and what rituals are essential to that? why are they essential? are they worth perpetuating? the answer might not always be yes EVEN for people comfortable with the label of their gender assigned at birth
I’m fairly certain I started examining my gender when I was little because I liked swords and camouflage and kung fu, dammit, get that pink princess dress away from me- Right after having a period of wearing nothing but pink. It was only when I became aware that these things were apparently “compulsory” for girls that I started to loathe being associated with them.
And it’s interesting because I think I made that decision to be a girl the way I wanted to be, rather than the way anyone else wanted me to be way back when I was barely hitting puberty. And since then examining my gender has only really made me identify with it more fiercely, but that’s because I’ve already taken ownership of it in my own way rather than taking all of society’s cues.
And because I feel this so strongly, it really helps me understand that other people probably feel that strongly too, once they’ve figured out where on the gender spectrum they fit in. If I’d be upset by having to justify why I still identify as a woman, anyone else would be upset having to justify their gender too. Even if I don’t understand other gender identities, I can still respect that they’re really freaking important to people the same way my identity is important to me.
Is it a bad thing that I give 80% of my androgynous characters boobs almost purely out of spite for the fact that most of society treats them exclusively like an excessive indicator of womanhood?
Which reminds me, I really need to draw Sasha a proper reference sheet.
The real problem with people fussing over Pluto all the time is it represents the priorities of the public - preserving traditions rather than accepting facts. The pursuit of science is about building a sustainable catalog of truths, and there is no advantage in altering truths to appease nostalgia.
do u ever get really fucking pissed at how many more potential women painters we could’ve had??? potential masters??? that’s an unimaginable loss.
Quite frankly painting has always been a respectable passtime for upper-class women, at least European women. The only issue is that their paintings were almost never valued, no matter how good they were. Because women were expected to paint as a hobby, and men were expected to paint to be masters.
It’s less about potential masters and more about recognized ones.