A Sideways Glare at Contemporary Society
I am painfully aware that writing about gender in these troubled times is like being the goalie on a javelin team, but I’m going to do it anyway. Stereotypes be damned! The truth has to be told: women get way more cool stuff than men. Yes, I realize there’s the whole punitive underwear problem and, beyond Barbie, toys for girls generally suck. But look around you: women have tons more fun with life than men do. Why? ‘Cause they get all the good stuff. Here’s a selection of evidence to prove it.
Sleeves — Women get more sleeves than men. There are bell sleeves, cap sleeves, raglan sleeves, lily-point sleeves, bishop sleeves etc., etc., etc. In fact, according to one source, there are over 40 different sleeves available to women. And what do men get? Long sleeves and short sleeves!
Hats — Put a hat — any hat — on a woman and you’ve got instant sexy. Put a hat on a man, and unless his name is Indiana Jones, Humphrey Bogart or Che Guevara, you’ve got a candidate for Geek Of The Week.
Colours — Women get all the colours. Men get several shades of mud. Don’t believe me? How many men do you know who are climbing the corporate ladder in a 3-piece, electric-blue hounds-tooth suit with ruby red shoes and matching belt?
Hair — Even Stephen Hawking can’t calculate the infinity plus one number of things women can do with their hair. Meanwhile, on the other side of the chromosome patch, men have the faux hawk, the man bun and bald.
Shoes — I’m not even going to touch this one.
Stories — See a well-dressed woman dining alone in an expensive restaurant and there’s an elaborate story there somewhere. See a well-dressed man dining alone in an expensive restaurant and … he just got dumped … like, 20 minutes ago.
Girl’s Night Out — Girl’s Night can range from a drunken pub crawl through the streets of Maribor, Slovenia — where someone ends up with her panties in her purse — to Ramen Noodle Night with sweatpants, jasmine tea and vintage Ryan Gosling videos. On the other hand, since the beginning of time, Boy’s Night has always involved a game, junk food, alcohol and the eruption of various bodily gases.
I rest my case!