Forty years after the launch of feminism

   On Halloween afternoon I was downtown Santa Cruz on a candy expedition, escorting my grand-daughter the delightful M., five. M., a brown-skinned child, was Rapunzel. She was wearing a purple sequined dress with a petty-coat showing its pale blue border beneath, white gloves, and a blond wig to her ankles. She would have easily won the contest if there had been one. All afternoon women voiced their appreciation of her look.

   My perspicacious observations on that occasion:

   All little girls still want to be princesses or fairies. None wants to be a fire man, or a firegirl, or a fireperson. None wants to dress in neutral colors. If it’s not pink, it’s purple.

   Nearly all little boys want to be dressed as anything with a gun, or a sword, or anything with a truck. Those I saw who are dressed as anything else were obviously forced by their politically correct or social climbing Moms. The way you know is that they sulk in spite of the large amounts of candy in their loot bags. A small number of little boys do want to dress as fairies but that’s nothing new. And it has nothing to do with feminism.

   Fat women take Halloween as just another opportunity to wear a push-up bra and to hang out (or to almost hang out).

   Almost no straight man wants to wear a costume. Those few men who do wear one have been blackmailed by their wives. You know it because they are costumed to represent the minor part of a pair or of a trio of which Mrs is the principal, the Tin Man of wizard of Oz, for example. Costumed straight men are thus merely fashion accessories, as well they should be.

    Forty years later: Feminism: 0; Mother Nature:1

    I am not making this up. Open your eyes for the Goddess’s Sake!

    And I know it’s completely different in San Francisco but it has nothing to do with feminism, one way or the other, or the other.

About Jacques Delacroix

I write short stories, current events comments, and sociopolitical essays, mostly in English, some in French. There are other people with the same first name and same last name on the Internet. I am the one who put up on Amazon in 2014: "I Used to Be French: an Immature Autobiography" and also: "Les pumas de grande-banlieue." To my knowledge, I am the only Jacques Delacroix with American and English scholarly publications. In a previous life, I was a teacher and a scholar in Organizational Theory and in the Sociology of Economic Development. (Go ahead, Google me!) I live in the People’s Green Socialist Republic of Santa Cruz, California.
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3 Responses to Forty years after the launch of feminism

  1. john czaja says:

    yet again another reflection on the state of affairs as only you can see…fashion accessory indeed!…good one Jacques!

  2. Linda M. R says:

    It’s wonderful because you speak of my niece. She must have been so cute.
    I wish I could see how beautiful she looks now.

    I miss you with all my heart.

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