I don't blog about politics or religion, and I'm not going to start today. I will say that, personally, I think Bruce's decision to become Caitlyn is downright crazy...but not for the reasons you'd all expect. While everyone else is rushing to question the ethics, the social ramifications, and the morality of the issue, I'm just not sure Caitlyn really knew what she was getting into when she joined the girls' club.
For example, I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around why anyone would want to trade a lifestyle that involves simply throwing on a pair of khaki pants and a polo shirt for virtually any occasion for the steady regimen of plucking, squeezing, straightening, curling, shaving, primping, and pouring hot wax on extremely sensitive body parts that is involved with being a woman. What sane person wants to live a life of stiletto heels, Spanx in July (you try getting sweaty and pulling on a pair--it takes a degree in astrophysics to make it work), or strapless dresses (take two steps, tug at top, repeat)? My husband's biggest wardrobe conundrum usually comes down to the question of flip flops or loafers, while I get to navigate the waters of invitations with dress codes like "country club chic" and "festive casual."
This club we women belong to may not charge monetary dues, but in order to fit in and find yourself somewhat accepted, there will be spackling, painting, starvation, and intimidation. Women endure mild to moderate torture on a daily basis, all for the sake of looking good. As my cousin Lana was fond of saying, "Beauty is pain." Amen to that. It should have started to raise warning bells for Cate when so much of the conversation on this transition immediately turned superficial. Rather than contemplate the difficulty for Caitlyn and family to adjust to this profound life change, half of the commentators wanted to discuss hair, makeup, wardrobe, and the fact that the pictures were carefully posed not to show "man hands." You may not be able to judge a book by its cover, but that will never stop the general public from giving a woman a once-over and feeling free to appraise her appearance.
Here's how it works, Caitlyn: you're gonna need to dress up, show up, clean up, and suck it up. Work, shop, cook, clean, starch, iron, play nurse, and do it all while wearing a polite smile and trendy clothing. In other words, all that stuff about bringing home the bacon and then frying it up in the pan? Yep, we're still expected to do it. Only now we'll be shamed if it isn't organic, non-GMO, grass-fed, sustainably farmed bacon. A woman's work is never done, and it's rarely comfortable and very rarely properly appreciated. So yes, Bruce-now-Caitlyn Jenner: I think what you've done is completely, off-the-charts crazy. But welcome to the club.