My so called life

October 5, 2009

All that’s in a girl’s mind… according to Kendra Wilkinson.

All it takes sometimes is that one thing we say. I feel sorry for people who allow their interviews to be published before reading the final edit. This week’s eye opener is from someone who is a complete stranger to me – but as I have learned is an …actress/model whose rise to fame had something to do with being Hugh Hefner’s girlfriend. Hm

So – what brings me to this concise commentary is this particular portion of an interview PR.com conducted with Ms. Wilkinson.

PR.com: Explain to me the appeal of football.

Kendra Wilkinson: I feel like I have the same mind as guys, more so [than girls]. I’m not a fan of getting dressed up. I’m not a fan of shopping. I’m not a fan of putting on makeup or doing my hair. So count me out of talking about all that gossip shit with girls. I’m about gossiping about sports, and when football season is on I’m in a zone, you know?’

That’s right folks. Who knew? Who knew that a 23 year old woman who has never had to pay her own bills (before recently), who earns her living as a model, and whose ex- boyfriend to one of the oldest living sexually active organisms alive – had solved the age old question of nature vs. nurture.

Sigh. Are women still playing that game -convincing themselves that becoming more ‘evolved’ requires an endorsement of gender stereotypes typical of a 10 year old? According to Ms. Wilkinson, our cognitive expert, a ‘girl’s’ mind in full simple things like ‘getting dressed up and shopping , putting on makeup, gossiping and doing hair’ – but she, an evolved creature who does not lower herself to these practices, prefers to think ‘like guys’. Yes – she is gossiping about football and has branded a stripper pole called ‘The Kendra Wilkinson Sport Pole’. This pole, she explains, is for Sports –not stripping. So before you go judging her, possibly calling her an insolent hypocrite who should never be asked to do anything but smile, she totally explains:

Kendra Wilkinson: …I usually play fantasy football. It takes my mind off of things. My job is to be all sexy and sh**, and do photo shoots. I want to get away from my job for a second. It’s my way of escaping.

PR.com: That’s what I meant before when I said that your outsides don’t match your insides.

Kendra Wilkinson: Yeah. I used to play on a softball team. The show wanted to come and shoot, and I said, “No, that’s my getaway.” That’s my time to myself. I’m an athlete, and that’s me inside. I’m a tomboy athlete and a sports lover.

O-O-Oh I get it! So she only wants people to see (on tv) the side of her that models, shops, wears makeup – the ‘girl’s mind’ sort of thing. She’s not really like that.

What do you mean that makes no sense? What?? Oh come on. Clearly she was the only female on that softball team – Silly you. Girls don’t play sports.

Seriously? I’m thinking she should have opted for the mind of a WOMAN instead of a ‘guy’. Now I’m starting to rethink that whole premise of her sub-basic understanding of gender typing – according to psychologists, children as young as 9 are aware of the social context of our perceived roles and that both girls and boys can play with dolls and toy trains and tennis balls.

But – of course, it’s all just another chapter for the bigger story,The Pretty Girl Syndrome. They are so beautiful they can’t possibly be women – they’ve come full circle.

Sigh.

Live.Love. Laugh.

Dee

1 Comment »

  1. Dee I couldn’t agree more. In words she would prefer others see the fake side of her (the modelling, acting through her connection/relationship with Hugh Hefner)which is the make-up, cloths, modelling, etc. but does not what people to see the truth which she is trying to covey verbally.

    Idiot.

    NOW as I say this, not all blondes are dumb, but this girl takes the cake. REALLY. What a DUMB ASS!!!!!!

    She is completely backwards. Completely.

    Comment by Dalia Rene — October 8, 2009 @ 2:58 pm |Reply


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