What I've Learned as the Daughter of a Father (satire...)
As the daughter of a father, I am painfully aware of the discrimination and injustice that men face daily. I am grateful to my father because had I not been born to him (via my mother), I would have remained ignorant of these hardships.
For example, take public transportation. Riding on subways and buses has become boring for men, as they are confined to one seat rather than two, which would be pretty fun. What’s the point of living if you’re not able to splay your legs across some sweet plastic seats and talk loudly about how Bernie would’ve won? I feel sorry for them as I quietly enter the bus, pay my fair share of tokens, and then squish myself between two men. I adore public transportation because it feels like I am paying for a warm, sticky, uninvited hug.
Then there’s how men are overrepresented — in government, entertainment, regular conversation — and thus never get to feel special. I am incredibly noteworthy almost anywhere I go because as a woman, I can be sexualized, infantilized, or sexualized and infantilized. Men are never seen as a Hot Baby; they can only be a Boss Baby, a gorgeous film written by, directed by, and starring men.
And don’t even get me started on the how men are treated by the entertainment industry. As a woman of color, I’m not burdened by the responsibility to create art and entertainment for the mainstream culture. Hundreds of new films, radio programs, and television shows premiere every year — can you imagine dealing with the constant onslaught of opportunities to make art and get paid? It would be exhausting, and I’m already tired from avoiding rapists and calling senators to protect my access to birth control.
https://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/what-ive-learned-as-the-daughter-of-a-father