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Drew Afualo
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October 12 - October 19, 2024
I’ve found that even the most well-intentioned and “woke” men still never seem to understand what domestic labor equity actually looks like. Like the men who take out the trash twice a week and put the toilet seat down maybe every third time they pee and think … what? That they deserve a fucking medal for doing the absolute bare minimum? That they’re better than the guy who jokes about how much he wishes his girlfriend would make him a sandwich? And in my opinion, at least the guy telling his girlfriend to make him a sandwich is unabashed and up front about his lack of respect for women. I
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Just think about the “cool girl” monologue from the movie/book Gone Girl, delivered by the antiheroine Amy Dunne, who fakes her own murder and frames her husband when she discovers he’s been cheating on her even after she uprooted her life to move to his hometown in Missouri with him. As Amy describes her, the “cool girl” adores sports, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, plays video games, and drinks cheap beer. Is understanding. Never gets angry. Just smiles in a chagrined, loving manner and lets men do whatever they want. To me, though, the most striking part of this monologue is the moment
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Unfortunately, women are willing to pretend to be this girl, because when you’re brainwashed by the patriarchy, being “cool” is the greatest compliment you can receive from a man. It’s almost regarded as a badge of honor, or a crumb of validation we’re meant to not only live off of, but continue to chase. Because that one word implies everything a girl “shouldn’t” be: jealous (just because she wants assurance from her partner), demanding (just because she doesn’t let her partner always prioritize hangouts with “the boys” over doing housework or spending time as a couple), hysterical (just
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If the reward for being the “coolest” girl in the room is a sliver of attention from the world’s most mediocre men, then I would happily commit to never being chill. And never being cool. But maybe the “cool girls” got one thing right after all: I wouldn’t be like the other girls—I was going to be much, much worse.
I see how, for years, I would do things like prioritize men’s feelings over my own comfort or safety, or buy into the idea that receiving male attention somehow made me special. These were often men I didn’t even really know, much less like or respect, so the fact that I was letting their opinion rule my life and my self-esteem is ludicrous in retrospect.
No matter how many women you try to step on to be seen by the world’s most mediocre men, you will never be taller than any man. You will always be one step below. And how can they respect you when they’re always looking down at you?