I’ve been staring at this picture of buttons from a California Republican Convention for close to twenty minutes, trying to gather my thoughts as to what, exactly the issue is. Yes, of course it’s horrifically sexist, objectifying, and insulting to compare Hillary Clinton, one of the most powerful, influential, and accomplished women in the world, to a bucket of chicken. Yes, it’s misogynistic to reduce any woman, regardless of accomplishments, down to her looks. But I don’t just want to post this and state the obvious, I want to get to the heart of this issue - the reason these disgusting pins were even thought up in the first place. And that reason is the completely inaccurate, inflated, and self-centered role that so many men seem to think their opinion plays in a woman’s life and worth.
(And please, before I get started, don’t get this lengthy post twisted, dudebros: the fact that I took the time to write this doesn’t mean I’m bothered by what entitled men think of my looks, or Hillary’s or anyone else’s - I’m bothered by the fact that so many men honestly think I should. I’m bothered by the fact that so many men in our society believe so strongly that their opinions of women’s looks, lives, and decisions matter that they try to codify it into law, try to intimidate women out of participating in society, and sometimes even murder women (ESPECIALLY trans women) for not conforming to their ideals of beauty and femininity.)
The very notion that by blurting out an opinion that she’s unattractive would have any bearing on her influence, or even be relevant in any situation is so absurd it’s laughable - or it would be, if it weren’t so common.
But unfortunately, it is common. Random commenters who have likely contributed nothing of note or value to our society take to their computers and issue proclamations on the attractiveness of women in the public eye as those women work to the bone to get real shit done. Cat-callers and strangers on the street interrupt women about whom they know nothing, pause them on their way to work or school, and demand that they smile and be more attractive, as if they are owed something.
Let me let you in on a little secret, California GOP: Hillary Clinton does not care one single, solitary iota of any atom in her being whether or not you want to have sex with her. She’s been far too busy obliterating Nixon’s corrupt White House, running for president (and getting 18 million primary votes in the process), and being the most traveled Secretary of State in history.
And while I’m at it, let me impart some wisdom to any and all of you (nearly always cis, likely straight, often white) gentlemen out there: your opinion about the desirability of various women does not mean anywhere near as much as you think it means to the women of the world. The celebrities whose cellulite you think is a hideous affront don’t give a shit and would never give you the time of day. Nancy Pelosi, the first woman Speaker whose term makes John Boehner look about as competent as a pool noodle, doesn’t care how old, ugly, or weird you think she looks. The woman you told to smile on the street as she rushed to work honestly could not be bothered to talk to you before you were a creep, and now you’ve lowered YOUR value to HER down into the negatives.
Your penis and its preferences DO NOT matter to the nearly 3.5 billion women that you do not know personally. A woman’s worth is not determined by whether or not you, Mr. Aggressively Rude Random Nobody III, wants to fuck her. I care about being desirable to an incredibly short list of people, and that list is entitled “People I Am Currently Having Sex With.” And you are not on that list, dude. You’re not even in the top 6.99 billion.
So keep your opinion about strange women’s looks to yourself. Or don’t. I literally do not fucking care.