Am I the only one this happens to?
I sure hope not :-)
One of the principles of this blog is that I don't write about me specifically, unless a specific detail about me is highly relevant to the post.
Here is one occasion where I shall use 'me' as a post subject in specific way to make a specific point.
Any woman who regularly reads Manosphere blogs knows that Rule number one is that men want feminine women.
It should be instinctive.
Same as women want masculine men.
But out and about, it seems there are so many women who simply didn't get the memo.
These women may be very beautiful. In fact they often are. Which makes it so much sadder.
Some are even in fact feminine in their behaviour.
I only know this because even if my interaction with them is of a short duration, I can tell, because I am a woman myself and I have trained myself to sometimes see other women with 'masculine eyes'.
It's fast becoming a fun-hobby of mine.
But I notice that a man will not usually get past a less-than-feminine exterior to go looking for a woman's feminine interior. Most men are far too visual for that.
Gentlemen, correct me if I am wrong on this!
If the outside of the house ain't appealing, he is not going to knock on the front door.
Most men if not visually stimulated will simply move on.
If he was a single, tall, dark, handsome, rich, intelligent, highly educated, sporty and eloquent man with Wim Diesel's physique, that's another one that got away :-)
Um, did I just give away my 'list'?
No woman is 100% feminie all the time. Not many women wear dresses and skirts and high heels all year round.
But it is possible to look and feel feminine even in trousers. It is a 'mind' thing. A mindset.
Very few women are 'born' like that, I have discovered.
Sometime in her life, the 'switch' occurs. It could be intrinsic. It could be in reaction to (cough, cough) 'external forces' :-)
I think I was a fairly feminine child. At least from old photos and what I can recall.
But I was definitely not the 'pink and princess' type.
Sure, I had the 'baby substitute'. It just wasn't a doll in pink.
Then I hit the growth spurt which took me a while to complete.
I was definitely a late bloomer.
I think until I was 20 no-one except my parents knew I was actually a girl.
Alright, that's a slight exaggeration...
When I was 11, I had to take a transatlantic flight sans adult. I was being sent to spend a holiday with some relatives and it was not possible to be accompanied by either parent or any other adult on the actual journey. So I was plonked on the plane and I was met at the other end by an adult.
At 11, I was already almost at my present height. I was in the middle of a growth spurt. I had short hair and I was skinny. I hadn't yet arrived on Planet Woman. In fact I hadn't even started the journey. I had the humble beginnings of a 'rack' (thank you Danny for expanding my vocabulary :-) but they were not yet visible through a jacket. My attire consisted exclusively of trousers and T-shirts. I was most definitely in the throes of a tomboy phase as I recall.
Going through the security check at the airport, the beep of the metal detector goes off. It may have been my belt or a bracelet or whatever.
A security guard needs to 'frisk' me.
Had I been accompanied, I reckon I would have been directed to a (gender-)appropriate security guard by my chaperone.
Being 11, and never having ventured too far from my familial environment, I did not see anything wrong in approaching the male security guy who beckoned for me to come forward to be frisked.
I got frisked.
He suddenly looked up at me and exclaimed: 'But you are a girl!'
Erm, I had never claimed otherwise. I looked back at him with a look that said, 'Well yes, I know that! Is this an offence that could get me arrested?'
It was not apparent to me at that age that I looked nothing like a girl. The hurried shuffling of me towards a female security guard was what tipped me off as to what had gone wrong.
No-one had guessed that I was in fact not a boy.
The only way the guard could tell I was a girl was because, erm...how can I put this in a delicate manner...his palpation of my corporal entity had yielded some unexpected results :-)
His grubby hands had found some mammary tissue-in-development.
At age 11, one could be forgiven for not exactly oozing femininity.
But at age 30? 35? 40?
Several times I have seen what looks like two men walking together. Only to get closer and realise with a start that one of them was a woman.
If short hair is 'unfeminine', a crew-cut hairstyle like the Marines have is definitely more so.
Tattoos are the other thing that seem to visually reduce one's femininity. Danny gives us an example here.
The other way femininity is being lost is the manner in which some women conduct themselves. Looking like a man is bad enough. Acting like a man is far worse in my opinion. The irony here being that it is often exaggerated in some weird type of compensatory mechanism akin to the exaggerated and often comical mannerisms of the male-to-female transsexual or the older man in drag or a comedian ala Dame Edna Everage (below).
Each to his own.
But I am beginning to see how as a woman, being feminine inwardly and externally is the way to go.
Because I am not 11 anymore.
I found this very funny video on a blog a while ago. I think it was a traditional Christian women's blog, believe it or not. This video though is anything but. Satirical doesn't even begin to cover it!
It should really be in my 'Shock factor' post because the irreverence here is just so shockingly outrageous it is downright hilarious.
Echoes of Eminem here, for sure.
At least you can't claim I didn't warn you :-)
I think Natalie Portman deserves the 'Best Actress' gong for this brilliant display of exemplary femininity!