So often we try to classify. To put one another into distinct, labeled envelopes, and then seal them shut with the flick of a tongue. We resist nuance at every turn, and that goes tenfold for women. They are prudes or sluts, passive or pushy, babes or bitches, harlots or hags. If you show interest in fashion and beauty and sparkly dresses, you’re considered vapid, a lightweight, and dismissed or discredited. If you voice your opinions or ambition, or talk too often or laugh too loud, you are domineering, thirsty, a harpy, a nag.
