Monthly Archives: May 2013

MS: Next Time You Complain About Caring for Long Hair

Remember this lady:

Six feet of hair. She keeps it because her husband loves it.

And the money quote, from Tere Lynn Svetlecich Russell: “I had long hair like this when we first met and it definitely drew us together. He asked me on our first date because he loved it so much.”

Most men like long hair, it is simply the truth. It doesn’t have to be nearly as long as hers, but cutting it down to mere inches isn’t going to do much for anybody.

(Sorry, I’m too busy to really go in depth on anything at the moment. Graduating!)


MS: Femininity Doesn’t Come Naturally to Me

This was actually going to be one of the first posts I put up here, but that didn’t quite happen. What I want to do with this post is hopefully lay some important groundwork and maybe give readers insight into why I have the opinions that I do. However, I’m going to try and avoid turning this into my life story. I’ll save that for a book or something.

Femininity doesn’t come naturally to me, maybe it did at one time, but now I really have to work at it. Not to say I have ever been girly, I spent the first five years of my life on a farm, playing with my brothers and the family dog. Aside from liking unicorns and enjoying having my sister paint my nails red when she visited, there wasn’t much “typical girl” about me. Maybe I’m just conflating femininity and being girly, but bear with me. While I may talk the same way as my mother and share more of her opinions, I take very strongly after my father. My father is one of those brooding, introverted, outdoors-men who doesn’t like to lead, but will if no one else is capable. He didn’t teach me a lot, and I haven’t spoken to him in three years, but I swear I get more like him all the time. Just take a peek at some of my Amazon  suggested books:

All but one of my top book suggestions are like this.

I frequently just vanish from the house and no one knows when I left or where I went, except I probably went to the woods. I’m deeply introverted and until recently I had so much brooding loner cred I could Game straight girls. I’ve opened up more recently, but I still have a certain air of “I have my stuff together and when I speak you listen”, which I got from working with livestock and wandering the woods. Most of the behavior of my fellow young women still gets a raised eyebrow and a “what’s your problem?” look from me, which makes them adore me for whatever reason. I don’t get them at all and I have a feeling I never will.

Anyway, taking after my father and spending so much time in the woods didn’t exactly lead me to being a skirt wearing, well mannered gal. That’s taken a lot of conscious effort on my part. Not to say my mother let me grow up like a wild animal, but she had to work and could only teach me so much. Truth be told, there are quite a few behaviors I have that no one knows where I learned them from. Though everyone does know why I hold everything like a paintbrush. One way or another, I was always very practical, had disdain for anyone who wasn’t, and generally could do without people. That manifested in how I spoke, how I dressed, and how I acted. Not that I’m frowning on being practical, I still am. It’s the other two pieces of that don’t fall in line with feminine virtue.

So how did I decide or figure out that something was wrong? Certainly no one pointed it out. Over the course of my college years I just sort of realized it. You realize stuff like that when the only people hitting on you  are lesbians and the guys treat you like well, one of the guys. I wanted to get married and I wanted to have kids, so this wouldn’t do. So I followed my brother onto this part of the ‘sphere and asked for advice. I had to make a conscious decision to follow it and some of it I didn’t like very much at all. Much of the advice was about appearance, but there is a certain level of outside-in that happens when you follow it.

I lucked out in that I was already thin, but I definitely facepalmed in regards to my hair length. I had chopped it off to less than shoulder length for the second time in my life not four months before and recently gotten it trimmed back to that length. I had some skirts, but I had no tights or hosiery, no casual dresses, no decent shoes, no makeup, just a closet full of jeans and unisex t-shirts. I had never worn makeup or been fitted for a bra. The princess I was most like?

Yeah…heh. Princess Mononoke

I was pretty much raw as far as femininity went. It was a real internal struggle at times just to make the modifications to my wardrobe. I was mortified when I got my bra fitted and put off even approaching makeup for almost an entire year after I got my advice. I didn’t have a lot of money so I learned the fine art of finding quality merchandise at the local thrift shop, of which I found quite a lot actually. My mother had occasion to open my closet recently and asked me when I had become such a “clotheshorse”. The transformation has been a long, methodical one. The only thing I can say for certain is I don’t really like wearing jeans anymore, because now I associate jeans with work. The skirts generally make me feel more feminine, though I still haven’t completely gotten the hang of them, or dresses either. I’ve discovered my own style of sorts, that my mother admires quite a lot and is somewhat jealous of. I feel like I dress sort of like a hippie, but it seems to work for me. Even if I’m not at all a hippie.

I still have a ways to go, the feminine virtues are still a bit of a mystery to me and my domestic skills need work, but the important fact is I’m making the changes. I’m not going “Nope, that’s too hard, I’m not going to do that,” or “That’s not me! I shouldn’t have to change!” The truth of the matter is people are always changing, trying to maintain a particular self-image is actually not being true to yourself and inhibits your natural growth. So by specifically trying to be yourself, you are not being yourself.  Ok, I’ll lay of the Sartre now. Anyway, the main point of the post is to tell anyone who reads the Morning Sprinkles segments that I’m going through the process of becoming feminine and the posts are just as much for me as anyone else. You don’t have to feel bad if you aren’t currently feminine, because it doesn’t come naturally to me. I’m not looking down at you from somewhere lofty, I’m right there on the ground with you.

MS: Can We Talk About Princesses for a Second?

A little context for this. I’m twenty-one years old and I unfortunately use Facebook. Also, despite being an antifeminist I somehow have a multitude of feminist friends. These two things combined produces an interesting phenomenon, I’m always aware of the dumbest stuff that feminists are getting enraged over. Today it was a “makeover” that the princess Merida from the film Brave has received now that she’s an official Disney princess. Here’s the side by side comparison:

Oh how awful, she looks…more mature? Source

The article that I found via Facebook had this to say,

“Yeah, those curls have definitely been smoothed a bit. They’re more like Victoria’s Secret model waves now. And people aren’t happy about it. A petition has been gaining steam on protesting Disney’s Merida makeover, including her trimmed waistline, sparkly gown, lower-cut dress, and high cheekbones.”

I’ll address these things in order. First, yes, her curls have been smoothed down because curls are hard to draw by hand. Second, the rest of those changes can be accounted for if say, Merida had been aged up maybe two or three years? Oh deary me, she’s a woman instead of a girl now? How dare they! Besides, her cheekbones aren’t any higher than they were. People are also lauding the “strong, independent” aspect of Merida’s character and how this compromises it. So how you look determines what you are like? So much for not judging based on appearances people.

I do briefly want to discuss the “strong” aspect of Merida’s character though. Because Brave actually does have a decent message if you can look a little deeper. Merida starts out feminist “strong”, which in actuality means “abrasive and rebellious”. By the end of it however, we see she transforms into someone who is actually strong. She becomes someone who recognizes her error and not only owns up to it, but fixes it. That is something legitimately admirable. She and her mother both become less solipsistic and learn to communicate. As a result they have a better relationship and Merida begins to grow up and grow more feminine. So, the change to a sparklier dress is a continuation of the growth of the character.

So, moving on. Apparently the people who are outraged over this are making something out of nothing that can’t be easily explained. So, why are they doing it? That’s why I want to talk about princesses in general. Because I’ve seen this point about perfectly proportioned, long haired, perfectly complexioned princesses before. Particularly in regards to Disney ones. They say that they give girls bad perceptions about themselves if they can’t measure up to the impossible standard.

That’s really easy to fix.

Tell your daughters that the princesses aren’t real, that the stories are fairytales and well, gosh gee, life isn’t exactly like that.

But people claim to know that and it still affects how they think, view themselves, and view life. They blame Disney and their movies and princesses.

Guess what gals? It isn’t Disney’s fault.

If you feel bad about yourself because of how a 2D, completely 100% fake person looks? Then you are the one with the problem. You have something about yourself that you don’t like and you can’t reconcile with it. Maybe it is something you legitimately can’t do anything about. Then you have to accept it and move past it instead of blaming it on some outside source. Or, maybe it is something you can do something about. Then do something about  it! Don’t say other people should change their perceptions to make you feel better. Change yourself. Merida is admired for being strong, she made a mistake, so she faced the consequences and fixed it. Quit blaming other people and fix it.

I think I’m going to start a little series which explores good, feminine role models in fiction and reality. I can already think of a few.

EG: Men and Women in Fairytales

For whatever reason I keep encountering media that references the fairytale Hansel and Gretel. So, inevitably I got to thinking about the tale. We commonly consider the witch to be the villain in the story.  But, what we commonly forget is how they ended up in the forest in the first place.

“By a great forest dwelt a poor wood-cutter with his wife and his two children. The boy was called Hansel and the girl Gretel. He had little to bite and to break, and once when great dearth fell on the land, he could no longer procure even daily bread. Now when he thought over this by night in his bed, and tossed about in his anxiety, he groaned and said to his wife: “What is to become of us? How are we to feed our poor children, when we no longer have anything even for ourselves?” “I’11 tell you what, husband,” answered the woman, “early to-morrow morning we will take the children out into the forest to where it is the thickest; there we will light a fire for them, and give each of them one more piece of bread, and then we will go to our work and leave them alone. They will not find the way home again, and we shall be rid of them.” “No, wife,” said the man, “I will not do that; how can I bear to leave my children alone in the forest–the wild animals would soon come and tear them to pieces.” “0, you fool!” said she, “then we must all four die of hunger, you may as well plane the planks for our coffins,” and she left him no peace until he consented.” (Source:here)

Their stepmother suggested dumping them in the forest and their father gave in. Realistically the witch is just being opportunistic. Being a literary sort I started thinking about some other fairytales.

We all remember the general story of Rapunzel, but do you remember how she ended up in the tower?

“There were once a man and a woman who had long in vain wished for a child. At length the woman hoped that God was about to grant her desire. These people had a little window at the back of their house from which a splendid garden could be seen, which was full of the most beautiful flowers and herbs. It was, however, surrounded by a high wall, and no one dared to go into it because it belonged to an enchantress, who had great power and was dreaded by all the world. One day the woman was standing by this window and looking down into the garden, when she saw a bed which was planted with the most beautiful rampion (rapunzel), and it looked so fresh and green that she longed for it, she quite pined away, and began to look pale and miserable. Then her husband was alarmed, and asked: ‘What ails you, dear wife?’ ‘Ah,’ she replied, ‘if I can’t eat some of the rampion, which is in the garden behind our house, I shall die.’ The man, who loved her, thought: ‘Sooner than let your wife die, bring her some of the rampion yourself, let it cost what it will.’ At twilight, he clambered down over the wall into the garden of the enchantress, hastily clutched a handful of rampion, and took it to his wife. She at once made herself a salad of it, and ate it greedily. It tasted so good to her—so very good, that the next day she longed for it three times as much as before. If he was to have any rest, her husband must once more descend into the garden. In the gloom of evening therefore, he let himself down again; but when he had clambered down the wall he was terribly afraid, for he saw the enchantress standing before him. ‘How can you dare,’ said she with angry look, ‘descend into my garden and steal my rampion like a thief? You shall suffer for it!’ ‘Ah,’ answered he, ‘let mercy take the place of justice, I only made up my mind to do it out of necessity. My wife saw your rampion from the window, and felt such a longing for it that she would have died if she had not got some to eat.’ Then the enchantress allowed her anger to be softened, and said to him: ‘If the case be as you say, I will allow you to take away with you as much rampion as you will, only I make one condition, you must give me the child which your wife will bring into the world; it shall be well treated, and I will care for it like a mother.’ The man in his terror consented to everything, and when the woman was brought to bed, the enchantress appeared at once, gave the child the name of Rapunzel, and took it away with her.” (Source: here)

A woman starts pining to death over some salad greens, forcing her husband to risk his life and give away their unborn child.

Donkeyskin is a slightly more obscure tale, but again we see a major fault in the parents.

“Once upon a time there was a king who was the most powerful ruler in the whole world. Kind and just in peace and terrifying in war, his enemies feared him while his subjects were happy and content. His wife and faithful companion was both charming and beautiful. From their union a daughter had been born. Their large and magnificent palace was filled with courtiers, and their stables boasted steeds large and small, of every description. But what surprised everyone on entering these stables was that the place of honor was held by a donkey with two big ears. However, it was quite worthy of this position, for every morning, instead of dung, it dropped a great load of gold coins upon the litter. Now heaven, which seems to mingle good with evil, suddenly permitted a bitter illness to attack the queen. Help was sought on all sides, but neither the learned physicians nor the charlatans were able to arrest the fever which increased daily. Finally, her last hour having come, the queen said to her husband: “Promise me that if, when I am gone, you find a woman wiser and more beautiful than I, you will marry her and so provide an heir for throne.” Confident that it would be impossible to find such a woman, the queen thus believed that her husband would never remarry. The king accepted his wife’s conditions, and shortly thereafter she died in his arms. For a time the king was inconsolable in his grief, both day and night. Some months later, however, on the urging of his courtiers, he agreed to marry again, but this was not an easy matter, for he had to keep his promise to his wife and search as he might, he could not find a new wife with all the attractions he sought. Only his daughter had a charm and beauty which even the queen had not possessed. Thus only by marrying his daughter could he satisfy the promise he had made to his dying wife, and so he forthwith proposed marriage to her. This frightened and saddened the princess, and she tried to show her father the mistake he was making.” (Source: here)

The dying queen selfishly demands that her husband remarry only if he can find a woman more beautiful than her, he agrees, and then proposes to his daughter.

Last but not least, The Juniper Tree.

“Long, long ago, some two thousand years or so, there lived a rich man with a good and beautiful wife. They loved each other dearly, but sorrowed much that they had no children. So greatly did they desire to have one, that the wife prayed for it day and night, but still they remained childless…the wife stood under the juniper-tree, and it was so full of sweet scent that her heart leaped for joy, and she was so overcome with her happiness, that she fell on her knees. Presently the fruit became round and firm, and she was glad and at peace; but when they were fully ripe she picked the berries and ate eagerly of them, and then she grew sad and ill. A little while later she called her husband, and said to him, weeping. ‘If I die, bury me under the juniper-tree.’ Then she felt comforted and happy again, and before another month had passed she had a little child, and when she saw that it was as white as snow and as red as blood, her joy was so great that she died. Her husband buried her under the juniper-tree, and wept bitterly for her. By degrees, however, his sorrow grew less, and although at times he still grieved over his loss, he was able to go about as usual, and later on he married again. He now had a little daughter born to him; the child of his first wife was a boy, who was as red as blood and as white as snow. The mother loved her daughter very much, and when she looked at her and then looked at the boy, it pierced her heart to think that he would always stand in the way of her own child, and she was continually thinking how she could get the whole of the property for her. This evil thought took possession of her more and more, and made her behave very unkindly to the boy.” (Source: here)

The second wife ends up lopping off the boys head, blames her daughter and makes him into pudding, then feeds him to his father.

When you take a look at these, there is a very consistent pattern in how the parents behave and what faults they have.

Faults of the Women/(Step)Mothers:

  • Self-centeredness
  • Jealousy
  • Cruelty, often resulting from the previous two.

Faults of the Men/Fathers:

  • Weak-willed
  • Poor wife selection
  • Lack of self control (This appears more in tales I don’t address here.)

Now, we all know that fairytales exist for the purposes of teaching children. Boys are taught to be brave and resourceful, girls are taught be kind and gentle (except when you need to shove witches into ovens). However, I’ve heard it said that if you want to reach adults with a certain message, write a children’s story. Why? Because if they end up telling/reading it to the child over and over the adult has no real choice but to realize what the story is trying to say. In this case, do you really think these patterns of behavior emerged by accident? For the women it is obviously a reinforcement of what the fairytales told them as children, being vain, obnoxious, lazy etc. gets you dead (or at least covered in tar for the rest of your life). The men are clearly receiving a different set of messages though.  What messages do they seem to be?

Be careful who you marry and don’t entertain her ridiculous requests.

Don’t marry the woman who will suggest leaving your children in the forest to starve.

Don’t risk your life to bring her salad greens, definitely don’t do it twice.

Don’t bow to your dying wife’s vanity or marry your own daughter.

Don’t marry a woman that will kill your child and feed him to you.

Cinderella? Don’t marry a single mother.

Snow white? Don’t marry a woman so vain she’ll try to kill your daughter when she grows up.

These are fairytales, so obviously they have a (hopefully) unrealistic, slightly over the top take on things. Still, that doesn’t invalidate the message that they are trying to tell. Self-interested women and the weak-willed men that bow to them are not a new phenomenon, the problem is we’ve changed the vocabulary and the fairytales so that they are admirable. Self-interested women are called strong go-getters. Weak-willed men are called sensitive and caring (though they aren’t praised much past that, if they are praised at all). And at the end of the day, it is the children who suffer. Take heed of the messages, protect yourselves, protect your children. You’re the one that will have to realize the truth and act accordingly, because, sadly, evildoers don’t get millstones dropped on their heads.


How this blog is going to work

I decided it’s finally time for me to more formally become part of the Red Pill community. So, I decided to start up a new blog. My posts will be split up into two kinds:

Morning Sprinkles (MS): These will be feminine, light weight, or home oriented type posts.

Evening Gunfire (EG): These will be pragmatic, Red Pill, less-feminine, or more analytical posts.

They’ll be labelled accordingly so you can skip the type of posts you don’t want to read.

I’ll be keeping my other blog, but it’s going to be secondary and will carry on concentrating on anime and horses. Not to say neither of those things will be posted on here, sometimes they will be relevant, but for the most part I’m going to keep them separate.