Hard versus soft.
Delicate versus not so delicate.
When I wrote this post, my initial thought was to develop something along the lines of contrasts. You know, the juxtaposition between hard and soft. Between leather and lace. That beautiful attraction of opposing textures. But the more I started reading the headline, the more I began seeing how this could also be interpreted as a gender issue.
LET ME EXPLAIN
Some time back, I shared my views on
Belle’s Emma Watson’s inspiring speech. My takeaway from her words was a new perspective on how men too are treated. With bias. And I’ve maintained that same thought process to this day. How both genders need to rethink the way they view each other and perhaps, just perhaps, we might get along a little better.
Think of it this way.
Men are expected to be in possession of their emotions.
AT ALL TIMES
Generally brought up in the falsehood that showing empathy or vulnerability is a sign of weakness. That “real” men are tough beasts who never ever display anything but the facial expression of a seasoned juggernaut.
Ever heard of the expression, “Real men don’t cry??“
Women understand all about bias and prejudice. And being judged.
If we’re successful, we must have slept our way to the top. If we’re strong, confident, empowered, we’re bossy and bitchy. Oh and most definitely butch. It’s inconceivable that we might have attained all those accomplishments on our own merit. We are visually assessed, mentally labelled, and deftly compartmentalised based on how we dress, how we look.
I admit. I’m often guilty of doing just that myself.
Looking, assessing, judging.
Sentencing and passing down verdict without evidence.
If she’s pretty, there’s no way she’s smart too. Or god gave her an amazing supermodel body because, c’mon, let’s face it, there’s really nothing but vacant space between the left and the right ears. And her face isn’t precisely Miss Universe material. I know. I’m fully aware of how fucked up all that sounds. Trust me, I’ve kicked myself in the ass enough times, and I doubt I’d be stopping the self-berating anytime soon. I am very ashamed of myself. It’s taken me a long time to recognise that I too was doing unto others the very thing I’ve written publicly to fight against.
The same mentality of generalisation applies to men. It wasn’t too long ago that pastel shirts were a definite “no no” for the male species (it only took me 6 years to get my man in a lavender button-down), and heaven forbid if they showed any interest in grooming. Oh no, taking care of oneself was effeminate and reserved exclusively for sissies.
If a man were to actually get his hair cut and styled, wiggle wiggle go the brows. Imagine the gasps of horror, sorry, snorts of disdain should he invest in something as unmanly as a tailored suit or adopt a skincare regime.
So in all this, the point I’ve been trying to make is – no matter your gender, stereotyping exists. It abounds. It torments. It. Is. Out. There. And it’s up to us to change it. Sweeping generalisation of both the male and female species. It has to stop. It needs to stop.
Men need to be able to let their vulnerability show. To understand it’s part of being human, you know, letting the world see your softer side. That it doesn’t take anything away from your masculinity or your manhood. Women, on the other hand, need to be able to present their fierce and driven sides without immediately being branded as intimidating, scary, bitchy. I’ve had all three words shoved in my face and stabbed in my back throughout my career far more times than I’d like to count, to be honest (and yet I still think those thoughts of other women, right?).
As I said, it needs to stop. And from here, from today, I’m going to work on it stopping with me. With my fast-to-judge thoughts. It stops right here, right now. I’m actually going to try to be that champion of women (and men) that I’ve been portraying through my blog posts. Make it real.
Here is also where I apologise from the very bottom of my heart to my fellow Fab 40 friends. For being SO stupid late with this post (this was scheduled for January) due to technical issues and then brand commitments and just an overall lack of organisational skills. I’m working on that too, my friends, forgive me?
PRESENTING THE FAB 40S IN LEATHER & LACE
Ann, Kremb de la Kremb
Diane, Fashion On The Fourth Floor
Jennie, A Pocketful Of Polka Dots
Mary, Curly Byrdie Chirps
Sam, Fake Fabulous
Veronica, CID Style File
Please join me in welcoming Kim of The Haute Life Now, our guest blogger for January.
Beautiful and exquisite are the two words that come to mind when I look at Alison’s outfit. The details contained within that airy fairy, ethereal confection of a top contrasting wonderfully against that tailored high waisted pant. Delicate meets hard personified.
Blush Leather Jacket (DKNY) | Black Lace Skirt, worn as dress (c/o StyleWe) | Necklace (Mirina Collections) | Black Combat Booties (Bakers) | Spiked Rose Gold Bangle & Ring (c/o Happiness Boutique) | Sunnies (Poshmark)
And then, there’s me.
By the by, this marks precisely one year since I (a) worked with a professional photographer (b) ventured outside of my backyard to do shoots (c) posed awkwardly in the presence of others. My first location shoot had me in a sunny side up and creepers, remember?
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