just a thing that’s been on my mind: i thought it was really, really cool that hillary clinton abandoned her really made up and polished look for her speech yesterday
when bill clinton was the governor of arkansas, hillary got so much hate for not looking or acting like a traditional politician’s wife that she basically had to physically transform herself completely in order to salvage bill’s career. she had to dye her hair and start wearing makeup and get rid of her glasses and change her clothing style and lose weight. i watched a segment from that “the choice 2016″ special where a commentator said something along the lines of: she had to completely forfeit her own physical identity.
and i just love the idea that now that the pressure is finally off her, she doesn’t have to do that anymore
and i know people are going to be all “oh, she looks so tired! oh, she’s broken! oh, she must be sick or maybe dying!”
and, like. THAT’S JUST WHAT SHE LOOKS LIKE, THAT’S WHAT WE ALL LOOK LIKE
and i just hate how women aren’t allowed to even show their own faces in public without being told they’re somehow broken for doing it.
like, i never wear any makeup in my daily life and haven’t for years because i find it physically uncomfortable, and i like having the freedom that comes along with that in terms of time, money, etc, but there is also this massive guilt that comes with it, mostly because we almost never see women who aren’t perfectly made up in our popular culture. like, sometimes i’ll be all, “wow, i really relate to rory gilmore!” and then the little patriarchy voice in my head will hiss, “uh, you will never be like rory gilmore because she’s a dorky book nerd who’s gorgeous and you’re a dorky book nerd who’s plain as hell. rory gilmore wouldn’t even talk to you!” i mean, obviously rory gilmore won’t talk to me because she is not real, but there’s that weird feeling like you don’t even belong among the ranks of the female characters who represent our gender on tv and in movies.
and when i woke up on november 9 and got ready for work and saw my blotchy devastated face in the mirror, i thought, “man, everyone out in the world is going to think i’m so ugly, how can i inflict this upon them?” and then i thought, “you know who would rate my value completely on how i look? donald trump. you know who didn’t give a shit about looking like america’s perfect standard of beauty until she was forced to? HILLARY GODDAMN RODHAM CLINTON.”
and it was like, that decided it for me. i just feel better now. i hope that if i ever have the supreme misfortune to meet ol’ donald, he looks at me and thinks, “blechhhhh! what a 4!”. because feeling guilty for not catering to patriarchal demands on women’s looks (and has the patriarchy found its truest human embodiment in donald trump or what?) just feels so offensive after what has happened and how misogyny has been reaffirmed by the results of this campaign season and election.
and so i am thankful to hillary for making the decision to not get all dolled up for that event and to instead just look like herself.
maybe she will start wearing her rad glasses again next. YAAAAAAAS.