Trans* women are every bit “real” girls as anyone born by our society’s definition as “female”. Yes, trans* women were not born with a vagina, but that does not make them any less of girls. Gender is a social construction, and any woman is standardized by a set of ideals society has made. A MtF person is still a woman, despite what your ignorant ideology leads you to believe.
Yes, it is just one commercial, but that doesn’t detract from its impact. Mediated messages largely teach us how to interact with one another. The media has an extreme influence on each and every person no matter how much you would like to think that it doesn’t. Ever heard pink is for girls, blue is for boys? Why is that? Because a 1940’s campaign bolstering femininity called “Think Pink” lead the way on that thought process. Or how about men having to be masculinized and drink beer? Think of how many commercials there are during the Superbowl with men drinking alcohol in them. Why is that? Because our society has lead us to believe that men should watch sports, and so the Superbowl is largely geared towards the male crowd in advertising in commercials. Our media heavily impacts our society’s constructions of what it means to be male or female.
So when that ad shows us that a MtF woman is not considered to be a “real girl” simply because she cannot use a tampon that promotes a highly discriminatory and prejudiced stance on persons of our society. They are allowing a form of transphobia to permeate commercials and thus our mass means of communication.
That commercial is extremely transphobic, and I’ll be damned if I let you say derogatory and degrading things about a real woman.
New Years post.
I don’t feel like I’ve accomplished much this past year.
I’m depressed, anxiety disorder, ptsd, and another that will go nameless, but I will try every day to get to a better place. I will not let these disorders define me, but will let them be worked side by side with, fought, acknowledged, and a strong part of my life.
I had a girlfriend this year. She was the most beautiful person alive. When we broke up I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything so painful in my life. I’ve never met anyone like her and I don’t think I will again. I won’t give up what she taught me. I won’t give what she gave me away and I will use everything to become someone my future lover can be proud of.
My best friend and I have drifted. This is something I’m having more trouble accepting than anything else, so this is more a depressing part than a really powerful part. I’ve known him for years, never idolized someone so much and at those darkest moments where all I want to do is give up he’s the one I want to turn to. He’ll never know.
I never burden my issues onto others. I never use my disorders as a crutch. I want to get there someday. But there are times where I live, days at a time, avoiding it all. Depression and anxiety sometimes push me through to a corner where I’m ignorant and blind. If I stay still, nothing changes.
Someday I want to have a steady job, a steady income, and a family. Even if that family is just some incredibly close friends.
New Years Resolution: When I avoid the issues, cave into anxiety and depression, cut myself off, I want to at least acknowledge it to myself. I have no worse enemy than that of chosen ignorance and denial, blinding myself so I can live in “bliss”. I want to be able to overcome that.