“Ladettes”: Blame Feminism. December 11, 2008 Jill Feminists: Destroying mankind, one beer at a time. It’s apparently our fault that women have traded in lipstick for lager. Since I’ll take beer over lipstick any day (as long as you don’t take my Burt’s Bees), I plead guilty as charged.
Make that cider, and I’m with you. Except I don’t have any lipstick left to trade. Damn. Knew I should have kept that dumbass makeup kit my well-meaning aunt gave me fifteen years ago.
Slightly off-topic, but Burt’s Bees is an awesome brand in every way. I use their lotion for my skin condition, ictheosis vulgaris, and it is the only thing that has ever significantly helped. The only downside is that it leaves a feminine scent, but given that I have recently begun to acknowledge gender roles as a bunch of bullshit, I suppose I should suck it up. Now, we may return to discussing how feminism is the cause of puppy cancer.
I don’t blame feminism, I blame the deliciousness of the doppelbock. Damn you German monks! Why won’t you let me act like a lady? Excuse me, I have to go throw up and flash some paparazzi now.
I find it curious that the post is titled “Do you hate ladettes?” I don’t really have much affection for people of any gender who are obnoxiously loud drunks and who make huge scenes in public places. But somehow, I don’t think that’s what they’re getting at.
Bullshit, Jill. That ain’t lager you’re drinking. Look at that dark ale-y color! That luxuriant head of foam! How can any of us ever trust you again? Jill F: wrong on ale. Wrong for America. And damn, Holly, I do love me some nail polish, but for Maker’s? Okay, I’m in.
Hell yes! How funny is it that as I read this I’m halfway through a delicious Fin du Monde? And the original comments at the article are icing on the cake.
Yeah, I’m on my secong glass of homemade egg nog and I’ll trade pretty much any of my beauty products for a third. Whee!
Oh god I love Fin du Monde. I would trade mascara for Fin du Monde. But not eyeliner. It would have to be some really, really good liquor for eyeliner, like a 500-year-old bottle of famous wine or something. Also, Ji-Fi — did you cut your hair short or is it just up?
I love Burt’s Bees. When I drank, I drank dark. And I like that your pinky is raised. My wife can put away the Chimays with the best of them.
I’m on my secong glass of homemade egg nog It took a third glass to realize I had a typo in that sentence.
It took a third glass to realize I had a typo in that sentence. Two, dear, if you’re going to consult the Times of London, which insists that the word (when used adjectivally) be spelled home-made, not homemade. Have… a forth glass.
I don’t really have much affection for people of any gender who are obnoxiously loud drunks and who make huge scenes in public places. But somehow, I don’t think that’s what they’re getting at. Yeah, they seem to be unable to disapprove of behavior while still approving of the gender equality behind it. I get really sick of talking to folks like that. Also, I like how the Sun article is all like, “What are they thinking? No one’s going to want to date them now!!!” Yes, Sun, everything women do is for attracting men. For them to do something for their own pleasure instead of for male pleasure is literally unthinkable.
That’s not even fair, Hugo. In other news, I caught this blog post on the same article, and I love the point made at the end. I happen to have a female body. It does not follow that my every vice is part of some misguided attempt to achieve gender parity. I had a beer last night, and I have to say, it wasn’t a particularly gendered experience for me. The author’s friends drink a lot; being young and single in New York, like living in a house with a couch on the front porch in a Midwestern college town, is a context in which someone is likely to drink more than the average person. I’ve always felt that people were more willing to grant the concept of life stages for men than for women; that dude crumpled over in the frat house is just going through his few years of drunken stupification; but the 24-year-old woman in an LES apartment who’s had a few too many Martinis– well, she’s ruined. Werd, werd, werd.
It’s true, you caught me! Damn it. It’s not lager. It’s a year-old picture of me at the Hofbrauhaus in Munich, and it’s a Hofbrau Munchen Dunkel that I’m drinking. Does that mean that I didn’t destroy any boners with my boozing? And Holly, my hair is just up 🙂 Although for anyone who’s following in the crowds, I have cut some serious straight-across bangs since then, and grown the length very long. This is important information you all should know.
Jill, I am also a Burt’s Bees addict…but hell, I’d permanently trade in a few bottles of glitter nail polish for a good bottle of Glenmorangie. Nice to see that the Sun still has tip top journalistic sense, or something.
Beer in Bavaria doesn’t count as beer. It’s considered a staple food. But Dunkel? Seriously? I’d always go for the Helles. Oh my, women are drinking Dunkel…? Does that make me gay? 😉
Well my life is clearly ruined. I went out for the first time in over a year (I have kids, I work, I go to school… I’m boring and I have no life, what can I say?) and I came home drunk to find my husband and kids had left me, leaving me alone with my alcohol and cats for the rest of my life. I wish someone had told me that this would clearly end my husband’s attraction to me before I went out. Or in actuality I came home, climbed into bed, got some much needed sleep and woke up to my husband making me breakfast and my kids bouncing on my bed saying “Mommy! Time to get up”. Close though. I could definitely see the confusion.
Jill et al, Interestingly enough, if the McCains had accounted for this trend, they could have taken advantage of Cindy McCain’s position as chairperson of the regional Anheiser-Busch distributorship to focus their campaign strategy on beer drinking fans such as yourselves. *ducks* I’m kidding….I’m kidding 😀
What I find freaking hilarious is that they couldn’t find a single picture of a non lipstick wearing woman to illustrate their assertion that “women are trading lipstick in for lager.” OK, OK, I know… they’re only providing material for their readers to have a hate-wank and sputter out SLUT! on their orgasm, and what on earth could possibly be the point of a picture of a woman if she’s not wearing lipstick? Still, it’s interesting, the “trading lipstick in for lager” way of putting it. It basically translates into “women don’t care what men think of them, like they should do,” while the text of the article insinuates that women are only getting drunk to prove something… to men, presumably. There’s no way they’re just doing it because they like it! See, insecure men? You don’t have to worry. Every single thing a woman does is ALL ABOUT YOU and the world is righted on its axis once more.