What a stupid saying. Seriously. I am not sure if it is because I am sensitive to the last few years of weight gain and I feel like they’re saying fat girls like me are not allowed to cry, or if I am sensitive to my arrival at 40 and I’m being told that old ladies like me aren’t supposed to cry. Either way, whoever coined that phrase is a moron and should be held responsible for damages caused to the female psyche.
The idea behind the statement was originally targeted toward little girls growing past the age where tantrums and meltdowns are appropriate, I get that. But then maybe the saying should have been something like “girls over the age of 6 don’t lay down on the floor, pounding their fists and screaming until they get their way”. Or something similar. I am sure Fergie could have made a song equally as catchy using that title instead.
The problem is we stretched it out to mean more. As girls we had that saying in our minds when someone was mean to us at school and we decided not to be a tattle tale that time. When our hearts got broken the saying floated through our minds again as we held the pain inside and moved on. By the time we become wives and mothers we have pretty much convinced ourselves that no one is interested in hearing our problems. Big girls don’t cry. Wives don’t cry. And mothers definitely do not cry. Women have advanced abilities in keeping their pain locked up inside and putting on a smile while tending to their household duties and doing their best to make everyone feel good around them. (Now there’s a snappy song title!) Succeeding at the latter makes it all worthwhile.
But sometimes there is a flaw. Or maybe a user error. What happens when the whole system backfires?
Women are twice as likely to suffer depression than men. Why is that? Men have a tremendous amount of stress and responsibility. But just as we have come to accept that men have that inherent “hunter gatherer” thing, women are inherently “nurturing”. We cannot help it that we love babies. We want to feed and please the people in our lives. At our very core we want to make those around us be happy and healthy.
Anti-depressants, appetite suppressants, and energy boosters are replacing the cherished tradition of eating a quart of ice cream as the standard for dealing with our emotions. Isn’t it enough already?
Remember the old saying representing our male counter parts? “Real men don’t eat quiche.” Remember? Well guess what! They do! They love quiche and fruity girly drinks too! AND they wear pinkand enjoy a good chick flick. You might even get your ass kicked by a tough guy wearing black nail polish if you’re at the right bar. Their masculine identifiers are as outdated as “Don’t wear white after Labor Day.” I move that from here on out we no longer acknowledge the saying, “Big Girls Don’t Cry.” If we need a little help, we’ll ask for it, and if we are sad we don’t have to smile anyway. Even if it’s only in private, ladies, we must acknowledge our own feelings and let them out from time to time.
Who’s with me?
