Being The Cool Girl

A neighbor dropped by the other night and, while giving her a tour of my apartment, I showed her my extensive beer and whiskey collection. I do like my whiskey and I definitely like my beer. She replied “I see, you’re one of those cool girls.”

I don’t know her very well but presumably she meant it in a complimentary way. I don’t think it was a compliment.

I’ve written before about being a cool girl. It’s an odd term that implies you’re not like other girls, not one of those girls. Instead, you’re more like a boy, which is seen as a positive attribute.

I’m not sure what “behaving like a girl” means really. I am a woman and I like beer. Doesn’t this, by default, make it a “girl thing?”

I do understand the idea that it’s typically men who are into beer (and whiskey and NSA sex and sports and whatever else.) Except the choice to be into those things doesn’t exist in a vacuum. You being into something is shaped by the society around you. There’s no biological reason that women wear heels and men don’t. In fact, men wore heels for a lot of history. Now, they don’t. And we somehow assume this means that people with male bodies don’t choose to wear heels, women do, and somehow these decisions were made entirely of their own volition.

I know plenty of people with male bodies who wear heels. I know plenty of people with female bodies who don’t. Those men often feel like they can’t wear heels whenever they want because they will be persecuted for it. Those women often feel as though they must to be taken seriously. Those aren’t choices you are making due to personal preference. Much of this is influenced by society.

The same, of course, goes for beer and whiskey.

I’m not cool for liking beer. (I’m cool for about 908374 reasons but not because I like beer.) And I’m certainly not drinking it to seem impressive to boys.