“Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation. If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life. It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too. No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.”
EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ THIS.
Depression is not a synonym for being sad or having a bad day/bad week.
It’s not a PHASE. It’s not a CHOICE. It’s not LAZINESS.
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.