Living Like Pat

Let us be elegant or die! – Little Women

It’s Pat is a film based on an SNL character.  Throughout the film, we never know if Pat is male or female.

Ever felt like that?

I don’t mean gender identification.  Even though this blog is only opinion (sometimes, very strong opinion), I don’t have enough knowledge to talk about gender identification.  If that’s something you’re struggling with, or looking for information, here’s somewhere you can start.

The damsel in distress.  The knight-errant.  From early on, literature portrayed women as those who needed to be rescued, and men can cut their teeth on bravery by saving them, and usually rewarded by that woman’s hand in marriage.  In just about every romance novel that formula remains the same.  Geez, even in the 50 Shades of Grey trilogy (which I find many things wrong with), our “heroine” needs to be saved by the dashing “hero”, and that strengthens their “relationship”.

That’s what we’re taught.  How many women read those and swoon inwardly, then go to their happy day-dreaming place and imagine themselves in peril only to be rescued at the eleventh hour by whoever tops their fantasy?  I don’t think there’s any one of us who hasn’t had that daydream.

But why is that?  I can’t tell you how many times the “damsel in distress”, whatever distress it is, gets the attention of all who are around.  Women are taught they should appear weak and needy in order for men to know they are required and desired.

That’s pretty crappy for both parties.  It’s telling women they need to be rescued, and it’s telling men they need to be the rescuers.

That doesn’t work for me.  It never has.  In my earlier, less confident years, when all around me I was being bombarded with reasons I should be in a relationship, people asking me why I wasn’t, how lonely it must be, and – my favourite – stories of women in their 40’s and 50’s who were getting married for the first time, so there’s still a chance for me.  Congrats and all, but really?

So, all around me, twitterpation was in progress.  Because of how my mind worked, I tried to find (what I thought was) logical reasons to my pervasive singleness (impending spinster-hood?).  So  I looked to my friends.  It seemed to me that they were closer to the archetype of femininity than I was.  There weren’t birds braiding their hair or anything, but there were clear indicators, such as the meal cooker.  With the small exceptions, at that time in my life, it was the ladies who cooked for their partners.  While I *can* cook, I don’t.  In fact, I’m very proud of the fact I’m planning to pre-cook my lunch for the upcoming week, because for as long as I can remember, I’ve preferred going the easy way.  Back when I could eat salad, that’s pretty much what I lived on: chicken caesar salad, or if I was feeling very ambitious, taco salad.  Only on special occasions did I make lasagna.  5-7 years later, I can’t eat salad (I know!).  When I was doing the lifestyle challenge, I tried very hard to pre-cook, pre-plan and eat properly, but I’m sad to say, I’m back to my old habits.  Back when I was desperately trying to understand why I wasn’t in the same boat as my friends – paired up – I thought no small part of it was because I just wasn’t feminine enough.   I’d failed in my gender duty.  I also hate doing laundry, cleaning, dishes, everything that was taught to me by my mother on running a household.  I won’t even get into the species of weird that grows in my fridge on a regular basis (did you know cucumbers melt?  I didn’t know that.  I also didn’t know I even HAD cucumbers in the fridge.  That’s how infrequently I even go to the fridge).  Was/is there something wrong with me?

That’s the problem with comparisons.  Who decides the base model is the correct one?

But wait, there’s more.

I’m a fairly independent person.  If I want to do something, chances are I’m going to have to do it myself.  And you know?  It means I do a lot of things other people don’t, because they don’t want to do it themselves.  Independence is liberating.  It also makes me wonder if I’m painting myself in a corner.  Ever thought that?

I don’t need to be rescued.  I rarely find myself in the middle of the road with a car barreling toward me with no hope of escape.  I can’t think of the last time I was held hostage with the bad guys using me as a mouthpiece to the (probably single) negotiator.  I could use a glass of water though, if anyone’s offering.  Naw, it’s okay; I’ll get up and get it myself.

Men, you don’t need to rescue me.  You don’t have to prove yourself as masculine as I am feminine.

So is independence off-putting? Is strength a turn-off?  I mean, yesterday I carried a 25lb box of cat litter with my weak hand through the store, and I thought I looked boss.  Couldn’t have done that without breaking a sweat a few months ago.  Is that impressive, or unfeminine?

Are these labels: feminine and masculine the problem?  Why should I ooze femininity out of my pores just so masculinity will catch a whiff?

We all have other things going for us.  Will I discount a relationship because the dude screams at spiders and we’re both burning the house down?  That actually sounds like a decent match to me.  Why should I think I’m defective because I’d rather buy a new set of dishes than wash the dirty ones?

It’s Pat?  No, it’s Kim, who likes getting her nails done, but wandered around a barn in flipflops without missing a beat.  Who hates shopping, but tries to find her perfect angle while capturing that selfie.  Who watches The Walking Dead, but voms when she sees someone spitting.  Who turned to the internet for assistance when she couldn’t figure out the vacuum, but calls her dad when the car makes a funny noise (who in turn tells her to read the manual…psh).  Kim, who doesn’t need to be rescued, just hanging around, who will maybe find someone who doesn’t need to be the rescuer, but if not, it’s cool too, because life is pretty rad as it is.

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These Boots are Made for Walking (But the Clothes are Not)

Beware of all enterprises that require a new set of clothes – Henry David Thoreau

Most of you know, or have read about my 3 month lifestyle challenge.  It’s been over now for a month, and for the most part I’ve stuck to the new habits I formed January-April.  Mostly.  I’ve hit a plateau, so will need to reassess, but I’m still going to the gym, I’m running again outside (last week I ran my first non-stop 5K), and I’m *trying* to keep my food habits healthy.  Check out the Airdrie Lifestyle Challenge menu for the posts during the three months.

This post is not about working out; the challenges, the rewards, the sucky moments.

It’s about clothes.

I work out 4 times a week.  At least 3 times a week, I’m running.  It’s safe to say I’m sweating a lot.  Some people don’t like to admit they sweat, but I see my sweat as something to be proud of.  It’s all that fat crying and running away.  Unfortunately I have a hard time doing laundry.  I live in an apartment building that has 3 machines for at least 60 apartments, and it’s closed at a specific time each night.  I was able to do a couple loads of laundry once (on a sick day), but then someone snaked in before I was able to finish.  So I jump from friend to friend, mooching their laundry facilities.  I hate asking, but clothes are more expensive than pride.  That being said, I am not able to do my laundry as often as I’d like, and since I have less workout clothes than other clothes, things get ripe, so I’m off to buy new workout clothes today.

I went to Pennington’s website to acclimate myself to what the store offers.  (I hate shopping, so I pre-shop and go for the clothes I’ve already window shopped).  Their activewear is at best pathetic.  First of all, we’ve got weird flowery designs, and a cute little button-hole top.  WTF?  We’ve got sleeves that are flowers, and the body of the T one solid colour.  Can I just have a moisture wicking shirt that isn’t see through, and won’t constrict my movements?  Of the 20 options, there’s one that caught my eye.  It’s a tank, which is great for summer, and outdoor activities like running.  Then there’s this:

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Nex, I checked out what Sport Chek has to offer for women’s workout apparel.  They’re going to have more options in that regard, because that’s their bag, but just look at they offer:

 

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This is pretty standard style.  There’s no weird flair, it’s functional, lightweight, and it’s got some moisture stuff happening.

Why aren’t fat people getting some moisture wicking clothing?  This is something that grinds my gears.  The world is telling us that we need to lose weight, but what the deuce are we supposed to wear while we do it?  Can we not feel some pride in our workout gear?  I already feel like a bit of a weirdo when I run, because, well this:

Can I get some pride back with my cool, functional workout gear?  Is that too much to ask?  Is this just a Canadian problem?  I know that plus sized stores are much better in the States.  It’s a double edged sword though.  I have no other options, so I have to choose what they’re offering, which, to their statistics, or metrics, or whatever it’s called, they think their clothes are a hit.

My only consolation is that in a few months’ time, I’ll be too skinny for their ridiculous shirts, and can wear something for function, and not just because I don’t have a choice.  In the meantime, I’m the one with a weird flowery back paneled-shirt.

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