Trust me, I understand fully that everyone is entitled to their own opinion. I do. But there’s a huge difference between saying “I don’t like fat girls” or “I don’t like girls with short hair” to making comments along the lines of, “Fat girls don’t deserve love,” or, “If you’re in the female sweet spot, between the ages of 18 and 28, you certainly [have to impress men],” by not chopping off your hair.
Often, I find such comments sufficiently amusing. How mad can you really be at people who are so obviously…well, ignorant? But it’s still sad, because the ones making such comments and dedicating websites, blogs and forums to the promotion of body shaming (or aesthetic shaming) of any kind not only exist, but have a ton of followers.
That’s why it’s always reassuring to hear someone stand up to it — to hear someone profess their far more worthwhile (if you ask me) observations. So when Roger Sterling Jr. of Total Frat Move (the same forum that preaches stuff like southern supremacy and “white rich girls with two percent body fat are the bomb”) posted “Why Girls Should Not Cut Their Hair Short” — because their flaws will be highlighted, their faces will look fat and they will just be un-fuckable (like Emma Watson, Beyonce and Jennifer Lawrence have all proven) — it was pretty refreshing to read the following response by the beautiful Tatum Brontë. I was lucky enough to meet Tatum whilst studying abroad in Madrid. When we met, her hair was relatively long, and she was stunning. Today, she rocks a pixie cut, and….could it be?…she’s still stunning (gasps). I couldn’t resist posting her letter to good old Roger Sterling Jr. here.
Dear Frat Boy Writer (pseudonym Roger Sterling *Junior*, LOL!),
How about you actually pick up a book at your university. May I suggest one about gender, sexuality, the process of socialization (your own), and stereotypes…i.e. the complexities of the real world beyond your phallocentric view of it? Your diatribe on women with short hair is dated, yet conspicuously fitting in a school of thought called contemporary MALE MALAISE. Look it up, bro.
Better yet! Take a trip beyond your worldly street of frat houses — and your own inflated mind — instead of relishing in your own ignorant might…not by exercising any personal gifts, mind you, but the oldest trick in the book: I’m an ass, hear me roar.
But hey thanks for letting me know that I’m in the “sweet spot” of womanhood (age 18-24, right? that’s the window, right?) and reminding me that I certainly have people (read: men) to impress. Oh, and that my human (read: sexual) value is basically the length of my hair!!! My face looks fat?! Dude, my mind is blown.
I’m gonna skip your advice though, it’s served me well. For one, I don’t date men like you and I don’t worry about pleasing them. And, I’m actually too busy picking up a third and fourth language, and going to law school, to worry about what damage!! my haircut is doing to my life, my worth, and my chances of being “loved.”
How’s your fifth year of college going? Have you read about misogyny?
Call your mother.