Yesterday I followed the #inmyshoes hashtag a little bit and, although I get the desire to support a little, 8 year old muppet that just wants dinosaurs on her shoes, I also find myself salty and exhausted by the crusade. For reference, I posted this to the feed of especially ugly, but ( I’m sure) functional, footwear:
I mean, I feel the science ladies…ish. I think it’s great when a child loves dinosaur shoes and fossils because they are such pure little vessels of innocence that society hasn’t fucked up yet..which may be why I feel uncomfortable co-opting her story for our lady scientist crusades. As if to imply that lady lawyers and doctors and architects, etc can’t like dinosaur shoes. Or that the princess-wearing girls don’t also deserve our support. There’s a particular flavor of inclusion that feels like exclusion. Patriarchy is a real motherfucker sometimes. A universal motherfucker.
I’ve been watching a lot of videos of drag super diva Adore Delano with Tiny Diva. Tiny Diva is in love with Danny Noriega’s alter ego, especially her Hello, I Love You video. As a fellow city angel, I am completely and entirely obsessed with Adore Delano, although my love for Noriega’s drag personas began with Angel Baby who reminds me of every girl I grew up with and of myself all too frequently..
Watching Adore Delano has also provided for some interesting conversation with Little Isis, who is now realizing that being a man or being a woman isn’t as simple as what’s in your jeans or what society tells you to look like. There is a historical context to almost everything we do as men and women.
I wonder how Adore Delano suffers through a world with shoes built for XX feet.
This morning I dropped Little Isis off at school with a pinch, an “I Love You,” and the promise of an early pick up tomorrow to get milkshakes before I leave for Experimental Biology.
I was focused on getting home to bleach my mustache and darken my roots because my situation was not cute.
On the way to drop Tiny Diva at school, we heard Jack Jones’s 60s hit Wives and Lovers. Yester-year’s dated lyrics, played for a new generation of ears..
Performance art gives way to performance art, gives way to performance art, gives way to performance art. Yesterday’s wives and lovers give rise to today’s lady scientist.