Women, gather your UGGs, it’s time we defend ourselves.
A couple of years ago on was on a shoot with a very talented and young director who said that his biggest fear for his future children was that they would be “basic”. What’s that all about? Rather than worrying about whether or not they would be kind, or smart, and that they’d always be safe, his biggest fear was that they’d love pumpkin spice lattes? I assume this was his age coming through. Regardless, or in the words of Gretchen Wieners “irregardless,” it was this moment that has had me thinking about this post for a long, long time. Because, the longer I’ve thought about it, the more I’ve realized that categorizing a woman as “basic,” is just another form of sexism. Another way to put women down.
It’s bullying and it’s rude. And you know what I have to say about that?
While I may not like reality TV and I don’t keep up with the Kardashians, it’s time for me to no longer remain quiet on the assault that’s been happening on our character. Our “basic” character, or according to some, our lack of character. So, here’s to us:
Here’s to us. Us basic bitches.
Here’s to our Starbucks and our UGGs.
Here’s to our 30th birthday bashes in Vegas.
To our nonsense shows like reality TV or the next Glee.
To our headbands and our natural contouring.
To frozen yogurt and it’s froyo goodness.
To Forever 21 well into our 30’s.
To getting mani’s and pedi’s and talking about needing mani’s and pedi’s.
To Grey’s Anatomy and the impact it’s had on our lives.
Here’s to Mean Girls, the most accurate portrayal of high school.
And to finally packing away our pink velour tracksuits that never made us look like J-Lo.
To reading fluffy books and Nicholas Sparks.
Here’s to selfies, mirror selfies, and duck face.
Here’s to Lauren Conrad and all The Hills reruns.
Here’s to Adele who taught us how to feel our feelings.
To Fall aka “sweater weather” and all the pumpkin spice we can handle.
Here’s to The Notebook and dreaming of dying in our lover’s arms when we’re old AF.
To Taylor Swift and her life of drama.
For loving Twilight while knowing it’s awful.
To wine and cheese parties, and knowing spritzers are delicious.
To Sex and the City and knowing if you’re a Carrie, Charlotte, Samantha or Miranda.
To wanting to BE Beyonce and trying to learn all of her moves.
To the messy bun that makes us feel cute and comfy.
Here’s to our iPhone’ aka our lifelines.
And most of all, here’s to brunch. The best thing that ever happened to the weekend.
Here’s to knowing what we like and not giving a crap.
To being more than a list of “basic” things.
Here’s to being God Damn BASIC and loving every moment of it.
So the next time you’re at a cool bar and they won’t serve you because of your pink headband, just remember that the haters are gonna hate hate hate. But you’re just gonna shake shake shake.
Because we’re totes amaze and they cray for not admitting it. And that’s a fact!