Fembots?!

Of all the stupid nonsense I’ve ever read, this one doesn’t come close to taking the cake. Heck, it doesn’t take the icing of a cake, but it certainly pisses* me off.

From MSN Lifestyle:

Fembots: The New Breed of Women
by Theresa O’Rourke

[...] In 2007, fembotism is the next frontier in the great big gender divide. We can narrow the pay gap, outpace men in earning degrees, helm a company, run the House of Representatives, choose to raise a child on our own, and match a man’s sexual appetite thrust for thrust. But there’s an unspoken disclaimer: We’d better not forsake our nurturing instinct while doing all of the above. Yeah, well, some of us are saying screw you to the fine print.

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For as long as I can remember, the most seemingly unnatural things — craving space, delaying commitment — have come quite naturally to me. I’ve always understood the power of reticence, while my mother, so warm and demonstrative, didn’t. I remember once, when she was pissed that my father was out too late with his softball buddies (as he was wont to be), she asked me to read a note she had written him. I was 12 — and precocious. “I don’t know,” I said, pouting my Wet n Wild lips. “Do you have to tell Dad everything you feel?”

Unlike our mothers, women of my generation make up nearly half the workforce. We spend seven-plus hours a day at the office, that classically male arena where men have honed a lot of their own robotic abilities. And we’re learning their tricks: You don’t have to — can’t, really — think about last night’s spat with the boyfriend; just focus on work instead. Disengage, hold things together, keep your cards close to your chest, and you’ll get ahead. Fembots have mastered these lessons and can apply them just as easily outside the office.

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When time isn’t an issue, it may come down to control. In a binge-prone world, fembots are emotional anorexics. Maintaining a safe distance from your feelings can be liberating (and anytime we co-opt a traditionally male attribute, we give ourselves a little pat on the back), but anyone who made it through Psych 101 knows that too much compartmentalizing will have its consequences. Feelings ignored can come back to haunt you. Worse still is another side effect of fembotism: numbness.

Oh, c’mon!

Is there any freakin’ label we aren’t willing to slap on every single woman out there, solely because she’s female? Jeebus!

We aren’t independent enough, or we’re too independent. We’re too emotional, or we’re not emotional enough. We’re irrational. We’re not rational enough. We’re not ambitious. We’re too ambitious.

Listen well, and understand this: Women are like snowflakes. Not a one of us is exactly like another.