Elle Beau ❇︎
1 min readSep 29, 2024

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Because I clearly don't understand what you're talking about or what your point is. You keep saying that you agree with me, but then also keep reverting to what looks to me like gender essentialist stuff that is way too reductive to be valid. Engaging in your reality is different than engaging in one that can be supported in some way by facts and science. You are more than welcome to your reality, but if you're going to write about it in a public forum, as a social scientist, I am going to point out where such theories are problematic and erroneous. Why does my inquiry terminate with facts and science? I don't understand the question.

Edit: I can believe that the moon is made of green cheese, because that makes me happy to think so, and it meets some need of mine — but at the end of the day, science has the final say about what the moon actually is and does and is made of. I don’t see any upside to encouraging people to believe in stories about who and what they inherently are and are like when the single most observable trait of human beings is diversity — and those same stories are continuing to both be used to imprison men and marginalize women.

What exactly is the point of doing that except to affirm the cultural norm that men define themselves in large part by “not being a girl.”

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Elle Beau ❇︎
Elle Beau ❇︎

Written by Elle Beau ❇︎

I'm a bitch, I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a mother, I'm a sinner, I'm a saint. I do not feel ashamed. I'm your hell, I'm your dream, I'm nothing in between.

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