She wouldn’t do it
Oh good god can you imagine???
A week with Willoughby???
Of course she wouldn’t do it ffs. First of all she has better things to do, obviously, but second plus third through billionth: with Willoughby. Of course she wouldn’t spend a week with Willoughby: he’s a boring rude self-obsessed demanding bad-tempered shallow blob of nothing. What would this fun project have in it for her? Not a damn thing. It would be hell from beginning to end. Of course she “wouldn’t do it.”
And look at how that utter dimwit thinks women spend their time. Clothes shopping and health spa. That’s how profound their idenniny is – they think they’re Barbie dolls.
That was my instant first thought. I have many women friends both younger and older than him, and not a single one of them does those kinds of things for fun. A lot of them climb mountains or rock crags, another trains for search & rescue almost every week, and there’s at least one who enjoys finding and wandering around new adventuresome destinations in parks and neighborhoods. Women for Willoughby are just cartoon caricatures, not fully realized human beings.
God, being forced to spend my time clothes shopping would be hell even without Willoughby. I spend very little time on that, buy some of my clothes online and the rest at thrift stores. I’m sure neither of those activities would fulfill his need to put on woman face.
Maybe he’d like to spend time botanizing? Or hiking? Or reading? Non-fiction mostly, and if it was only for a week, no fiction. I read a few fiction books a year, and the percentage of time I spend reading fiction is not high enough to get much of it in during a single week.
Somehow I suspect he wouldn’t find my week as “womany” as he would like…and I imagine J.K.R. has better things to do, as well.
It’s worth noting that all of the items Willoughby rattled off are ones that involve a transwoman invading women’s spaces, something he even acknowledges in his post. Shopping, spas, gym and ‘sport’ would all involve women’s changing rooms and restrooms. It’d be like asking a BLM activist to spend a week with a white supremacist, attending rallies, writing social media posts and marching around with a Confederate flag–you know, all the things that are ‘supposedly a prob’.
I’d like to extend an invitation to him to spend a week as a woman. Get on the next flight to Cork! Dress in wellies and old jeans and T-shirts, and help us with the clean-up after the floods. Camaraderie! Real women’s lives!
Freemage: the pitch is “I want to be filmed undressing alongside famous writer JK Rowling, in various settings, for a week.” Hmmm, I wonder why she didn’t go for it.
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tigger, I’ve longed often to invite these trans women to spend a week as a woman…it would entail washing dishes, cooking food, cleaning dirty diapers, all done after a full day of work as a waitress, custodian, doctor, lawyer…hard work followed by hard work. And maybe a few hard knocks in the bargain, if he didn’t get the dishes clean enough or bring the sandwich quick enough.
This is not what they want in being a woman. They don’t want to actually be women, they want to play women. All the glamour (which most women don’t experience all that often), none of the grime (which most women experience at some level every day, even in a good job and a relatively equal relationship).