I haven't followed the Rocco Ritchie custody battle very closely, but as the product of a broken home I certainly feel for everyone involved. (But if I'm completely honest, I tend to be VERY pro-mom given my own experiences.) Yet I found myself very disturbed with Rocco's mother after stumbling across The Daily Beast's recent article on the topic, How Madonna Lost the Bitter Custody Battle Over Son Rocco, by Tom Sykes. No, I'm not about to jump on the "Madonna's a bad mother" bandwagon. Raising children is extremely difficult, and what little I know about her parenting seems like she's doing a fine job. What disturbed me is that I saw yet another example of her using terms for the female anatomy as the ultimate insult for a man -- you know, because there's nothing more demeaning you can say about a man than to compare him to a woman. (Guy Ritchie's a "cunt" and the Trump sons are "pussies.") How someone as pro-LGBT and pro-feminist as Madonna could be so tone deaf (ignorant? inarticulate?) as to think this is at all acceptable is beyond me. (Is she 12? Her social media presence makes it hard to tell sometimes. There's really no better way to describe Donald Trump's cruel sons than calling them what bullies in high school called me ... for wearing neon rubber bracelets and listening to your music?) Because of toxic masculinity, men and boys are bashed and murdered on a daily basis around the world for not living up to the societal "norm" for what being male means. (As are women for similar reasons.) I know you don't want to be feeding into this, so why are you?
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Showing posts with label rocco ritchie. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Like a Tantrum
I don't know why Rocco Ritchie refused to return to New York to spend Christmas with his mother. But I know why I'd rather stay in London with Dad.
Friday, June 19, 2015
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