We all have individual hierarchies of beauty and hygiene importance, which often read as superficial. But leaving it at that is shortsighted–for my writerly ass, at least. If we really consider what it is that we privilege over the myriad other options, out choices tend to spell something out about our larger values or interests.
Women rethink the narrative they’re born into, laughing at Mean Girls rather than recreating their own version. They aim to bake a great, gooey pie, rather than merely perfecting one rigid, self-absorbed slice.
Am I supposed to believe that the same woman who asks us to “bow down bitches” wants us to nix the supposedly dirty word that is bossy? It just doesn’t add up.
Ever since the publication of The Feminine Mystique, American women have been haunted by the problem of more.