Goddamn I was a shithead when I was 20.
I mean, I know that’s not a surprising thing for anyone to say. If you make it to your 30s and don’t hate your past self, then you’re doing it wrong.
I had such a shitty attitude toward women that I didn’t recognize at all. Like just blindly and needlessly hating on Britney Spears or Jessica Simpson or other pop stars of the era. Only the girls though; Justin Timberlake was a dork, but Britney? Oh, she was ruining America.
And like all prejudice, the insidious part was I genuinely thought I was a progressive feminist. I thought I bemoaned “bad women” because they were hurting “the cause.” Somehow, it just didn’t dawn on me that hostility toward anyone is still fucking hostility.
Nowadays I still catch myself having sudden anger and wanting to attach it to women. But I’ve gotten a lot better at recognizing it and I’m doing my best to correct that shit. Like, it’s okay to hate Candace Owens because she spews hate and misery all the time. But when I had that weird feeling that I didn’t like Chloe Grace Moretz? Turns out that was my gross brain ulcer flaring up. Moretz is a great actor, nothing wrong there. I had a bad time with Kick-Ass because it’s a shitty movie, not because of her.
Apologies to Britney, Jessica, Paris, Nicole, Christina, Monica, and more. The problem wasn’t that I misjudged you but that I judged you at all.