A few nice things have come at me out of the blue lately. Possibly showing that my expectations are too low.
I picked up one of the free newspapers on my way through London, and they’re normally pretty rubbish on feminism/gender/women/everthing as I’m fairly sure Rachel has commented on at her ranting place*. But there was an article in this one about how gender stereotypes are bad for men and women, and many of the arguments against gender differences being the result of socialisation are nonsense. I didn’t get to read the whole thing, but it made me happy. In a surprised way.
The other thing was something my dad said. Now, to give a bit of context my dad is absolutely lovely, but he has issues when it comes to weight and body acceptance. I’ve been trying to nudge him towards fat acceptance for several years now. Last week I was complaining that I’d been dress shopping and I was too short for all of them, and he responded with “You’re not too short. The dresses are too long.” Which is such a size acceptance thing to say, and such an unexpected way round for that kind of conversation to go between us.
*Or possibly it’s just a conversation we’ve had in real life. It’s hard to tell the difference.