GREETINGS, Dames Nationals! This week, we had the pleasure of reading about an 11-year-old girl to whom we're awarding our 1st Annual Michelle Obama Mimed Mic Drop Award:
Meet Marley Dias, an 11-year-old from Philadelphia who, "sick of reading about white boys and dogs," decided to organize a book drive for #1000BlackGirlBooks, both to raise awareness of the need for more diverse books in Philly-area schools and to benefit a low-resources library in St. Mary, Jamaica (where Marley's mom grew up), to which all the books collected will be donated. If you're wondering, HOW did an 11-year-old get this awesome, well, the GrassRoots Community Foundation Super Camp her mom founded to train pre-teen girls in social activism and build confidence.
If you find Marley as inspiring as we do, here are a couple ways you can help out:
By February 1st,
send books for any age group where a black girl is the main character to:
GrassROOTS Community Foundation
59 Main Street, Suite 323, West Orange, NJ 07052
As Old Stalwarts of Dames Nation will know, from time to time, we like to take a question from one of our beloved readers and do some real concentrated bossing. If you've ever wished you could phone the Dames for advice, submit your question right here! Now, for this week's question:
As someone who has never held hands or kissed a person I have found attractive, how can I start dating at the tender age of 28? Please advise, Darling Dames.
Dearest Gentle Reader,
We salute you for asking this question! It sounds like you feel behind the curve socially, and for good reason: our culture -- in song, film, tv, and thinkpiece -- is highly effective at creating the illusion that absolutely everyone 14 and up is romantically and/or sexually involved, and that we’re all terribly sophisticated about the whole thing. Dame Margaret remarked, when we chose this question for this week’s Ask Two Bossy Dames, that we’re experiencing the opposite set of oppressive social expectations now as we did in the 1950s. Then, plenty of people were having sex and having to pretend they weren’t (with often-terrible consequences) and now, plenty of people aren’t having sex, and feel obligated to pretend they are.
The good news is that at the tender age of 28, you are free from a lot of the dating “rules” that would have dominated your teens and early 20s. Your life is not a John Hughes movie. Holding hands & kissing & so forth in your teens & early 20s is really fun and delicious, but also REALLY INTENSE. What if your crush object finds out that they’re your crush object before you’re able to elaborately construct the perfect way to inform them (via a mutual friend? with a big smack on the lips at the dance? with a grand gesture? We did not do prom-posals in Dame Sophie’s day, but she understands they are A Thing now with some of the youths?). Now, that’s not to say you won’t have any opportunities for cringing mortification ahead of you -- you certainly will! -- but as you cruise towards 30, you’re probably way better equipped for two key things:
Here are some things that may be useful to remember as you embark on this adventure:
To put a finer point on those last two-- as someone who lost her virginity post-college, Dame M. angsted a LOT in her pre-sex dating life about when to tell dates about her level of experience. She just assumed that, if she went to a private location with a date, she either owed him sex or owed him an explanation about why there would NOT be sex. None of the dates ever said anything like that (if they had, Dame M. would likely have socked them) -- it was the Patriarchal Panopticon in Dame M.’s brain shouting “YOU’RE ABNORMAL. YOU MUST WARN THEM. YOU’RE IN BREACH OF AN UNSPOKEN CONTRACT.” Weirdly, as soon as Dame M. actually had sex, this stopped being a problem for her-- a light bulb switched on, and she realized “Ohhhhhhh my level of interest in sex was not a symptom of Virginal Ignorance, but like… my normal human interest in having sex. And I don’t have to explain that, to anyone, especially not anyone I like enough to go to a private location with.” Since then, Dame M. has dealt with some Entitled Dummies-- there’s no way to entirely avoid them-- but their entitlement just seemed like funny and sad, rather than like something she needed to heed in any way. So just walk in knowing: ALL PRIVATE ROOM MENUS ARE A LA CARTE. You haven’t agreed to a four-course prix fixe dinner just by entering the establishment and anyone who think you have is deserving of scorn, not explanations.
And Dame S. would like to chime in with a notion that’s fairly new to her: the entire concept of virginity is a dumb lie. Like, ok, it matters for The House of Windsor, and we have religious friends for whom it is a sincere spiritual issue, but if you are a person who thinks sex outside of marriage is a dandy pursuit, we’d like to encourage you to ignore the construct altogether. The day after you have penetrative sex for the first time may well be a day like any other (IT WAS FOR DAME M.!), while the day you have your first knee-weakening kiss may be a day you remember forever. It’s a made-up goalpost, is what we’re saying, and that being the case, we think you should make your own goalposts that matter to you. Set them, reset them, do what you want. It’s your body, your experiences, your giggles, your tears, your pleasure.
So, basically: Just start. Hop on an online dating site! Try giving your number to a cute person you spot on public transit! The World Is Your Oyster! And, of course, if you ever need first date outfit advice, PLEASE feel free to tweet us. We are all about that shit.
"I love you, interspecies bro."
Do not cross this Z-girl.
Just one item from me this week because I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT (Bowie and) THIS MOVIE.
My husband & I are making a project of watching as many of British film critic Mark Kermode’s Top 10 Movies of 2015 together as we can. A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night is billed as the first-ever Iranian vampire western, and I just can’t stop thinking or talking about it: it’s gorgeous, it’s weird, it’s unsettling, it’s ravishing, it’s about lady rage & vengeance & finding your place in the world, and it’s got a killer soundtrack. If you’ve got Netflix (or even just YouTube) please watch it & then yell excitedly with me about it on Twitter, won’t you?
A Follow-Up Bowie Link-Wake
A bunch of you chimed in with your Bowie reminiscences last week. Grief shared is grief made more manageable, friends, so thank you. Please think of this as our version of a Second Line. Speaking of which…
This Week in Hamilton
Perfect Hamiltine is perfect.
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