I Am Part of the "Basic" Problem
Basic – What does it mean? Dictionary.com has a whole slew of possible definitions. You can check them out here.
Did you catch that definition towards the end?
6. (especially of a female) characterized by predictable or unoriginal style, interests, orbehavior:
those basic girls who follow trends.
Growing up I always created this image of myself to be “not like other girls.”
Why? What is so wrong with being like other girls? Why did I feel the need to dissociate myself from them?
Thankfully, I’ve grasped the concept that liking things traditionally marketed towards men does not make me special.
I am like other girls.
I am like other girls who like Star Wars.
I am like other girls who like Lord of the Rings.
I am like other girls who like video games.
I am also like other girls who like shopping, Taylor Swift, overusing social media, Starbucks, and boy bands.
However, I have not grasped the concept that enjoying things traditionally marketed towards women and girls should be smiled upon (not frowned upon).
The word basic is most often followed by the word bitch.
I shouldn’t be labeled a “bitch” for enjoying these things, yet for some reason I claim to be “owning the basic bitch lifestyle.” By calling myself a bitch I make it okay for others to use this slur against me. I make others think that they too are a bitch for their interests, hobbies, and tastes. I am furthering the problem by thinking I am less just for “being like other girls” and “following the trends.”
I am not the only one. Society tells women they should apologize for liking things. Young girls are constantly torn down for their passions. Obsessed with One Direction? Silly girl. Shop at Forever 21? Silly girl. Watch The Vampire Diaries? Silly girl.
Boys don’t face this same issue. People look at boys with Sports Illustrated (I’m talking swim suit edition here, people) posters on their walls much differently than girls with photos of teen heartthrobs plastered around their room.
Women and girls should be unapologetically themselves. No more insults. Now that’s a big statement, but admitting you are part of the problem is a good start.
The world needs more Elle Woods and less Bridget Strawns.