I don’t know what kind of standards Glamour mag has for issuing its various awards. I know that if I were to declare someone whatever of the year, I’d award the distinction to someone who had been doing it for oh, I don’t know; at least a year.
Anything less just seems like a slap at everyone who had been striving in the field.
What are the rest of us to take from this? That it took an old white guy to do ‘woman’ right?
I object.
What is a ‘woman’ anyway?
Now, I’m not going to say that a woman has to have ovaries. Some of my favorite women have had to have theirs removed but in all fairness, they were born with them, put up with them and used them to the best of their abilities.
I wouldn’t insist that a woman has to have two X chromosomes, although that would be the scientific definition and we don’t want to be thought of as anti-science, do we? Rumor has it that one of my favorite actresses was actually born with a Y but due to a rare condition has presented as a gorgeous girl her entire life. She’s put in the years; dealt with hair, makeup, body image, ridiculous lingerie and high heels longer and better than I have. She’s earned the pronoun.
Estrogen has a lot to do with the creation of women but it’s not definitive. We ladies of a certain age don’t produce much of it anymore but we’re still women, aren’t we? Women emeritus, perhaps.
I draw the line at a penis.
Can we be real here? A woman is more than a man without a package. In fact, if there’s a more chauvinistic insult than to suggest that relieving a man of his wedding tackle produces a woman, I can’t think of it.
That’s sort of like saying that by removing the spout on a watering can, you get a TV set.
What? They’re both housed in a squarish, plastic container! One happens to have a very complicated set of workings inside; so what??
On the other hand, people like me, who wouldn’t otherwise waste an iota of their time thinking about Glamour magazine have been duped into talking about it for days so…Good job, marketing department!
Raises all around.