Dr. Keith Ablow, go fuck yourself.
This was my thought, just over a month ago, when this happened:
Jenna Lyons, the creative director for J. Crew, had the afore-shown (new word?) photo in the company’s latest catalog.
Then, out of the friggin’ blue, a bunch of uber-conservative dingbats, led by Dr. Ablow and his posse of idiotic morons (see: Glenn Beck), raised all hell that this little boy was going to grow up confused about his identity, who would be affected by her “innocent pleasure,” and for whom she should start putting aside funds, not for Princeton, but for psychotherapy.
Well, fuck you.
I know it’s been over a month. i do.
But i can’t let this one go.
So instead of getting insanely fucking pissed, i thought i would test the theory on my own daughter.
Those of you that know me, or have read any of my blogs (probably specifically would be the “mirror mirror on the wall” post) know that i am so insanely in love with being a mother to my daughter that i would never, ever, ever put her in harm’s way.
So, Dr. A-Blow.
So, Mr. Beck-ass-face.
On behalf of Jenna. On behalf of every girl who used to dress up her little brother as a girl. On behalf of every girl who stuffed a sock in their pants for Halloween to be some farmer dude or Charlie Chaplin or whatever male character needed authentication through a set of well placed “nut-socks” (another new word?). On behalf of us humans living in the present where we can be confident in ourselves and accept each other for who we goddamn are, and on behalf of like-minded parents who want their kids to grow up in a world where being gay, lesbian, trans-gender, or straight is just fucking FINE….
drink sip of wine…
here is a photo shoot i wanted to do.
I tried to think of a thing that only men do that women generally don’t.
And since Jenna beat me to the toenail painting, i chose this:
So i had my cousin, Matt McMullen, come up to our house and take some shots. He’s a brilliant photographer, and even more, he’s an insanely gifted person, and i’m so proud of him. So when i told him my blog idea and what i wanted to capture, he was here 2 hours later, camera in hand.
So we did this shoot.
I shaved my daughters face.
So far, here is what happened:
We went to New York and she asked why Osama wanted to kill so many people.
My husband drove her to school and she asked about what “eye for an eye” meant.
I flew to LA to watch six female athletes blow away an entire theater packed crowd with their mindblowing achievements in surfing.
And we are saving diligently to save enough money to send her to any university she wishes to attend, as whomever she turns out to be.
You will be sadly disappointed Dr. Ablow that we are not needing any therapy for our “non-girly like” activity. I’m sure you are also disappointed that the Rapture didn’t come to fruition, but alas, life truly does go on.
We are not defined by gender. We are not defined by stereotypes. We are defined by ourselves…
and if my daughter’s cheeks are smoother to prove this, then so be it.
Save the psychotherapy for those that can’t accept where we are going as a human race.
Because Jenna’s son and Andrea’s daughter are both going to be amongst the future of it.