I hate it when I have to remember that I’m a feminist.
I’m starting to get really worked up about things. Words, mainly. Sometimes collections of words.
Like this:
….Those little Google Docs. They’re soOoo cute!
You can share a love poem with a Google Document…
You can share an Excel-like spreadsheet to plan a little girl’s birthday party…Wonderful.
But that’s like using a made-for-mud military Hummer to drive to your manicure appointment!
Now, look. I’m a pretty big nerd, and there are few things that suck me in as easily as the opportunity to download elaborate productivity tutorials that I can’t use and don’t need that much. Which is to say that I showed up on this site ready to download, re-tweet, and put the video on in the background later while I knit or do the dishes. And maybe get really excited about it and recommend that people download their tutorials.
But then I came across this. Oh, “a little girl’s birthday party” followed by a condescending “Wonderful”? Ok. Oh, wait, that’s then followed by a far more condescending belittling of a “feminine” activity and a reference to your classic prosthetic-penis car?
You know what I hear in this copy?
You’ve been using Google Docs for girly things. We can show you how to stop compromising your manhood and use them for the manly things they deserve to be used for.
You know what I say to that?
Fuck you, too.
I prefer my productivity without a side of being patronized.
