This week I learned that Ayesha Curry would be getting a cooking show, and initially, I didn’t think much of it. I’ll be honest; my knowledge of basketball doesn’t extend far beyond what guys on Twitter post during games. I know that Stephen Curry is like, really good, because guys on Twitter say so and Drake referenced him in a song. And I know that the Currys were kind of a thing on the Internet for a while, but I had no clue that there was anything about them that some pretentious liberal might call “problematic.” But thanks to social media, I quickly realized that Ayesha Curry was a more controversial figure than I originally thought. The people I didn’t like didn’t seem to like her, so naturally, I was intrigued. In trying to figure out people’s beef with her, I realized that she had set the Internet aflame back in December with a single tweet.
After discovering the tweet, everything made sense. Ayesha Curry had become the face of everything feminists hate: not only was she openly criticizing modern women, but she’s a proud traditional mother and housewife. Not a divorced stripper or a porn actress turned reality star. Social media runs rampant with self righteous feminists that insist that they should be able to dress and act as they please, but that no one should be able to express opinions that aren’t enthusiastic praise. Feminists of today suggest that misogyny isn’t the actual hatred of women, but the failure to greet every movement and life choice that women make with rabid, thunderous applause, among other things.
I like drinking, I like going out, and I like wearing skimpy, trendy flattering clothing on weekends before gravity takes its toll. There are plenty of people that I’m sure disapprove, and that’s absolutely okay with me. Because unlike so many feminists on Twitter that claim to be “unbothered” and empowered, I genuinely am happy with who I am, and am not seeking validation.
In a world of Kim Kardashians and Amber Roses, I welcome and encourage the Ayesha Currys to voice their opinions, because despite our different taste in clothing, modesty and loyalty are two values that seem to be disappearing in the midst of the growing mentality that there is anything brave or revolutionary about women being promiscuous and obnoxious. And don’t mistake that for an implication that the way women dress is an indicator of sexual habit- that’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that in a conversation of two competing ideologies on what it means to be a woman, or better yet, what it should mean, there is a dwindling number of people willing to to voice one side of the argument, largely out of fear by how they will be received by the social justice mob. Ayesha offers a much needed reality check to young women that are forgetting that there is a world outside of liberal Hollywood and free the nipple campaigns. Not everyone is going to agree with how you choose to present yourself, and that doesn’t necessarily make them wrong.
Show skin if you want, or cover up if you want. But don’t delude yourself into believing that dissenting points of view are in need of correction just because they’re out of line with yours. As long as you can look yourself in the mirror with dignity and self-respect at the end of the day, what anyone else has to say about you should be irrelevant.
I wish Ayesha Curry the best of luck in her endeavors, and hope that she finds nothing but success in her new opportunity.