Two years. We’ve been subjected to Dylan Mulvaney’s public “transition” for the last two years and to celebrate he released a song and music video called “Days of Girlhood.” I debated whether or not to share the video and song with you, but if we’re going to have this conversation, then we need to be on the same page.
Considering he used to do musical theater, the real tragedy is what estrogen has done to his singing voice, but I digress…
Raise your hand if you’re tired of hearing about Dylan Mulvaney!
I am, you are, everyone and their mama is, but the irony and hypocrisy of this latest situation is too sweet to ignore.
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 ovеrspend
Saturday, we flirt for drinks
Playing wingman to our twinks
Sunday, the Twilight soundtrack
Cues my breakdown in the bath
Am I surprised by the lyrics? Absolutely not! Dylan has been insulting and making a mockery of women for two years. He’s been bouncing around like a bimbo, normalizing the bulge, taking up space at women’s events, mansplaining girlhood to Ulta customers, and dressing like a confused prepubescent tween.
I expect nothing less.
I’ve been a girl since I was conceived in 1986. I’ve been walking in the journey of womanhood since I was ten. Most women and girls would agree that girlhood and womanhood begin and end with being female, and everything else is just extra. His version of girlhood isn’t girlhood, it’s a man’s limited, ignorant, and surface-level understanding of what he sees. He can only scratch the surface, but he’ll never get skin deep. Because he’s not and will never be female, he can only wear us like a costume and hope he passes the smell test. SPOILER ALERT: He doesn’t pass, and lucky for us, he’s not getting a pass. If you’ve ever wondered what girlhood or womanhood looks like through a male lens then here you go.
Let me be clear: I don’t care what Dylan calls himself. No one cares whether or not he’s trans. While people would love to make his trans identity the center of everyone’s ire, the truth is most people don’t see or recognize his trans identity at all. He’s just a man, and everything else is meaningless. Dylan is free to call himself whatever and dress in whatever way he feels comfortable, even if he looks like he should take up residence on a local registry. I’m not bothered by him at all, but it’s the gaslighting that pisses me off.
It pisses me off when people tell me the individual in blue is a woman and they get mad when I tell them they’re wrong. Every human language has a word for an adult human female. In English, it’s “woman.” I am a woman because I’m an adult human female, so how does Dylan fit? I’m still waiting for someone to explain how Dylan is a woman because I’m not seeing it. I’m waiting for someone to tell me why I should ignore the reality in front of my face. I can see he’s a man and it pisses me off when people try to gaslight me and other women into believing otherwise.
Women aren’t allowed to talk about their female experiences because it’s not inclusive. Whenever we bring up periods, childbirth, or any ailment or milestone involving the uterus we’re called bigots or transphobic, we’re told “not all women have periods” or “not all women can have children.” Not all women have the same reproductive experiences, but all women are not men. It’s our femaleness that binds us and sets us apart, which is why people like Dylan attempt to silence women while pushing stereotypes. Take away the female body from womanhood and what’s left are baseless stereotypes that anyone can experience. Voila! Womanhood is now inclusive!
The two-year-old above TikTok is from a trans-identified man who blocked me after I stitched him. His attempt to bring “cis” women and transwomen together didn't go so well, mostly because so-called “cis” women stopped listening to him after they heard the word “cis.”
Bringing up reproductive health is especially insulting considering he could fix his hormone issues in an instant while we struggle to find doctors who take our pain seriously. They must resort to stereotypes because anything else automatically, and naturally, excludes them from the conversation. This is why they love to talk about social constructs because objective reality would put them in their place.
We are women because we are female. Not because our pants pockets are too small, not because we’re depressed and popping pills, not because we spend too much money or whore ourselves out for a one-night stand, but because we are female. What Dylan describes in his lyrics are clinical depression and bipolar disorder. This is how he sees women
Bud Light learned the hard way that social media isn’t real life. They were under the impression that Dylan was more popular than he was and it was the most fascinating case of FAFO I have ever seen. As I said a year ago, Dylan’s popularity is an illusion. He’s one of the most protected users on TikTok and Instagram, so the absence of negative comments gives companies a false impression. Outside of those two apps, he’s not well-liked. Between the Lady Gaga/International Women’s Day backlash and this, I’m hoping Dylan learns a lesson: show some respect.
Some time ago YouTube removed the ability to see how many dislikes a video has earned, but did you know there’s a Google Chrome extension that allows you to see them? Check out that ratio! Dylan’s going to make a ton of money from this music video, and that’s his business, but knowing the world hasn’t completely lost its mind is a huge win.
To the guy in the short skit. No dear we are not in this together. Not at all. I’m not gonna try to explain to you how frustrating it is to see men with woman face on. You will never know what it’s like to be a woman because you sir will never be a woman. You will never understand the automatic looks as to where are the security lights at a shopping center to park under for safety reasons. You will never understand what it feels like being alone at a gym and a guy walks in, no sir you will never understand that feeling. You will never know the perfect feeling of having another human being breathing softly while they are rocked that little human at one time was in my body, feeling my baby kick and stretch, or the feeling that I get when I have breast fed him. No sir this is a fad that you and your wackadoodle friends are going through, it won’t last, but womanhood is not and will never be inclusive. If you weren’t born with a vajaja, you can’t belong.
You know, at this point I don’t even care if they call me transphobic. What a crock.