GIRLHOOD, ACCORDING TO A MAN

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Girlhood, According to a Grown Man

Dylan Mulvaney appears in the Days of Girlhood music video(Screenshot via Dylan Mulvaney/YouTube)

By ABIGAIL ANTHONY

March 14, 2024 2:54 PM

 

In 2023, social-media sensation Dylan Mulvaney celebrated 365 days of “girlhood” with an 80-minute variety show. Yesterday, Dylan recognized the second anniversary of his publicly claiming to be a woman by releasing a song called “Days of Girlhood.” I won’t comment on how the song sounds, except to say that it is like waterboarding for your ears. Instead, I’ll criticize what the song represents. Here is an excerpt from the lyrics:

 

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Monday, can’t get out of bed

 

Tuesday morning, pick up meds

 

Wednesday, retail therapy

 

“Cash or credit?” I say, “Yes”

 

Thursday, had a walk of shame

 

Didn’t even know his namе

 

Weekends are for kissing friends

 

Friday night, I’ll overspend

 

Saturday, we flirt for drinks

 

Playin’ wingman to our twinks

 

Sunday, the Twilight soundtrack

 

Cues my breakdown in the bath

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It strikes me as misogynistic to suggest that “girlhood” is defined by drugs, excessive shopping, casual intercourse, listening to certain music, and having depressive episodes in a bathroom. What Dylan portrays as “girlhood” is a Barbie-esque lifestyle characterized by a vapid pursuit of conventional attractiveness and sexual pleasure without any responsibilities. Admittedly, I struggle to detect anything remotely positive about femininity in this song that supposedly celebrates femininity.

 

The people who insist that “gender” is a “social construct” resort to insulting tropes to affirm their preferred “gender identity.” Progressives encourage expanding “gender roles” while reducing “femininity” to a brainless obsession with lingerie and make-up, thereby promoting conformity with derogatory stereotypes rather than breaking a binary. Oddly, they condemn phrases such as “You throw like a girl,” then celebrate a narcissistic man who proclaims, “Look here, watch me throw like a girl.” Despite all their shrieking about “diversity,” progressives conceive of “womanhood” narrowly as pink, glittery, and, ultimately, artificial — which is why it is considered accessible to both sexes.

 

I believe that Dylan does not want to be a woman. Instead, Dylan (like most other self-described “trans women”) wants to be glamorous. Why do “trans women” rarely — if ever — flaunt sweatpants, flat shoes, hijabs, or modest dresses? Why do “trans women” attempt to look like women from pornography rather than like butch lesbians? Why is it that “trans women” never say that they “feel” like a woman because they enjoy traditional domestic duties such as cleaning or cooking?

 

These men treat “woman” as a ritzy outfit that is fun to wear. But outfits only change a person’s appearance. Putting on a tiara does not make me a princess; it just makes me Abigail in a tiara. Similarly, a man in a miniskirt is just a man in a miniskirt whose most noticeable accessory is a crushing desire for attention and affirmation. Dylan, among others, treats “woman” the same way I treated “Clara” in The Nutcracker: A role to be performed in a costume. The key difference is that, despite lacking talent, Mulvaney garners a much louder applause.

 

Dylan sings, “Calling women of all ages / Girls like me gotta learn the basics.” But girls do not “learn the basics” of being girls; femaleness is not a lifestyle that is taught or learned. My childhood was not particularly “girly,” according to people who share Dylan’s ideas. I played chess, read books, swam in a somewhat gross lake, and leaped across a dance studio in painful pointe shoes — the latter in greatest proportion. But I was always a girl, regardless of what I was doing. Even when I did things generally reserved for males — such as take the boys’ ballet class to practice jumps — I was still a girl.

 

Now, as I write articles on my computer, sit in libraries, and attend lectures — sometimes while wearing make-up and earrings — I have something that nobody can take away from me and no man can replicate: womanhood. 

AH: The lyrics to his song basically admit how mentally ill this guy is.

Here's the video. Any actual women who participated in this are self-hating idiots.