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You know what? Yes I am a fucking girl, and I’m cool with it.

<Warning: Rant incoming>

I’ve always had a reputation for being “a bit of a bloke”. By this, people mean the following:

  1. I’m not very emotional.
  2. I tend to see the world in terms of logic rather than feelings.
  3. I’m quite practical.
  4. I enjoy the following: pretty ladies dressed in underwear, beautiful cars with big engines, motorbikes, heavy rock, rare steak, neat Scotch.
  5. I get on well with guys. Possibly because of the above.

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But I’m getting sick of people reacting with SHOCK HORROR when I like something traditionally “girly”.

Because you know what else I love?

  1. Crossroads. Not the soap, the Britney movie. Speaking of which, Britney in general fucking rocks my world. As do Christina, Beyonce, and Cher Lloyd (though I’ll admit that last one is at least in part because of the Romani connection).
  2. Painting my nails.
  3. Bubble baths with glasses of wine and a rom-com novel. As long as it’s not too romantic/sexy, because that’s just icky. But average levels of romance? Perfect.
  4. Pretty colours. I buy my technology partly based on colour. There, I admitted it. Of course, as a forensic investigator, 80% of my choice is made up of price and capability. But the last 20%? That’s how pretty it’ll look in my living room.
  5. Dance movies. I freakin’ love them. Honey, Save The Last Dance, Step Up (2, 3D, Revolution, All In), even Dance-Off. I don’t care. Give me a dance scene and I’m sold. Also, Bring It On, which is the same sort of thing.

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I tend not to go on rants very often, because it’s not really my thing, but sometimes I get tired of people treating women’s interests like they’re somehow more silly/less valid than guys’ hobbies.

I could – and frequently have – happily spend a day at Goodwood Festival of Speed, drooling over the motorbikes and beautiful cars and V12 engines. Because holyfuckingshit why wouldn’t I?!

YASSSSSSS
YASSSSSSS

But how is that any more serious and valid than spending an evening at home, re-reading something by Jane Green and munching my way through a box of Guylian?

NEWS FLASH: IT’S NOT

I quite often feel like I’m in this weird position where I’m stuck between two worlds. In one world, people are surprised that I’ll interact with them and treat me like some kind of visiting dignitary.

Wow, you know how to pronounce Rachel Zoe’s name? And what she’s designed this season? But that’s so… vacuous.*

*Actual quote, from someone else who knew both of those things.

On the other hand, people are surprised when I “admit” to liking something, because it “doesn’t fit with my personality profile”:

You read Vogue?! But I thought you were an academic? I thought you were… well, a bit of a bloke?

You know what? You can be intelligent and like a whole range of different things.

I am an academically-inclined person. I like Britney. I read Vogue. I enjoy painting my nails, shaving my legs and reading chick lit. I also enjoy driving very very fast down wide roads, watching Michael Schumacher winning yet another grand prix (well, I did, before his retirement-come-back-fiasco), watching Mark Weber flip his car spectacularly and take out a signpost in Valencia, watching Danny Trejo in Machete and looking at beautiful ladies with very few clothes on on SuicideGirls.

The fact that I’m able to like all these things at once doesn’t make me some kind of zoo exhibit.

As F. Scott Fitzgerald once said:

The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.

I actually agree with this quote on many levels, some of which I might go into in a different blog post, but for now I’m ranting about being a fucking woman, WHICH I AM, and so I’m sticking to that.

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So what’s your point, Scar?

My point is: please don’t try to make people feel like crap for the things they like. Unless they like, you know, sex with children, or genocide.

Please try to recognise that all different people can like all different things. My love of lots of “blokey” things doesn’t make me less of a woman, because that is how I identify myself. That dude you work with? His love of Holly Valance’s songs doesn’t make him any less of a man.

People are people, people.

And we’re all different, and we all like loads of different stuff, and that’s cool.

Wouldn’t it be great if we could live in a world where someone could sit in a group of punk rockers and say “Actually, I quite like Britney” and not be shot down for it?

Britney = YAY
Britney = YAY

Wouldn’t it be great if a woman in an office could say “Actually, I really enjoy watching Formula One at the weekends, and I know my way around the insides of a car”, and her colleagues wouldn’t say she was “basically a man” because of it?

Wouldn’t it be great if a guy could admit that, you know what? Sitting around with a bunch of friends and trying on make-up is FUCKING FUN and not be parodied, pulled down and generally made to feel like shit about it?

Well. wouldn’t it?

Or do you want your friends to feel like crap? Because I’m willing to bet my life savings** that at least one of your friends has some kind of secret interest that they’re afraid to share for fear of being thought “less of a man” or “too much of a bloke”.

**I don’t have many of these, but even if I did I’d still be betting them.

Can we just accept each other for who we are, please?

Or is that too much to ask?

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