Gender codes are bending to the point that drag queens like Conchita Wurst are able to break through, bearded and beautiful, and a pop star like Grimes can admit (as she did in the Fall issue of POP) that she’s never once shaved her legs. Shows like Transparent remind us how little we really know about the ones we love. Normcore may be fashion’s buzzword of choice this season, but in my lifetime I’ve never yet seen such a large-scale cultural disinterest in normalcy. What does normal even mean and who really wants that?!
Gay, straight, women, men, fat and thin ~ we’re all learning to be a little more comfortable in our own skin. Beauty is hard and soft, it is messy and real, it is butch and femme, naked or clothed. Humanity is beautiful, and sexuality is increasingly accepted as a fact of life instead of a foul fetish. All around me I see the proverbial veil being lifted, and it’s a mighty fine sight.
Women today understand that getting excited about a new tube of lipstick, or fighting to #freethenipple are not synonymous with accepting the male gaze and its impossible, imposing feminine ideals. Lena Dunham has opened doors for us to readdress our expectations of women’s bodies, while Petra Collins allows us to discuss menstruation and masturbation in the same sentence as unfettered innocence. It’s all good, girls. We’re figuring out how to embrace our sexuality and celebrate beauty in a way that’s not about pleasing anyone but ourselves.