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Viva Bad Girls

Viva Bad Girls

by Kudi Maradzika / 28.10.2010

Sophisticated bubblegum pink simplicities and heart-shaped mousetraps are what girlie-girls are made of. They enjoy immense consumer market share. That cutesy obsession with Barbie and anything pink translates into real, grown up revenue. They’re big in Japan, and, these days, all over. Like dangerous and adorable Powerpuff girls, girlie-girls know what they want and how to get it. All too often from parents assuaging guilt at neglect. A sweet little smile and puppy dog eyes. Or the big guns of feigned tears and their pretty pink heart’s desires are met. Taking candy from a baby called Daddy. Sugar or biological.

A girlie-girl often grows up to be a femme fatale. She has the kind of slyly calculating sensuality few can resist. Her weapon of choice is a manipulative nature that makes Cleopatra look like an amateur or the Battle of Troy a stick fight between kids. Fearless as an Amazon. Your femme fatale has no qualms about using her sexuality to get what she wants. Does she make feminist film theorist, Laura Mulvey, who gave us the notion of a “male gaze”, cringe or applaud? Does her self-serving amoral pragmatism represent the triumph or decline of the feminist movement?

Precocious girlie-girls become femme fatales as early as high school – traditional breeding ground of bitches and boffins. Girlie-girls also suffer from herd mentality early on – the inability to act independently and a propensity to adhere to cliques governed by a Queen B(itch). See teen movies from Clueless to Mean Girls. Admittance into the alpha clique comes at a price. The aspiring member has to prove their worth. She’ll do anything to reign. Nothing much has changed since we lived in caves right!

Most of us girls remember the sad figure in high school who tried too hard to fit in and made everyone uncomfortable. The girl who would lick shoes to be part of the group. Following popular girls around just to get a glimmer of their spotlight. Ten years down the line these popular girls are forgotten and irrelevant – even to themselves. Girlie-girls have an arch enemy: ‘bad’ girls. They never see eye to eye and prefer not to acknowledge each other in the school yard. The good never mix with the bad and especially not the ugly.

Branda Fassie - Don't Follow Me I'm Married (artwork) 1989

Ma Brrr - the ultimate Bad Girl

‘Bad’ girls didn’t give a shit. They were always too cool for school – and they knew it. In the ideal Bad Girl world people walk the streets in nothing but leopard print G-strings and Mohawks. They walk in 5 inch see-through platform heels and call the look ‘stripper safari chic’. Bad Girls were never girlie-girls. Never pink or plastic. They’re totally independent. They get neck tattooed at 4 am. They relish dark thoughts. Emo witches long before Lady Gaga made out there self expression de rigueur.

They make you uncomfortable with how comfortable they are with themselves. Tell them who they are or box them in with labels and you’re looking at a WWE style smack-down. Their default response to anything is: “You cannot imagine the intensity of the f*&% I do not give right now!” They know everything about sex before most girls can even spell vagina. They spend their teenage years under teenage boys in the back seats of steamy cars. High on sex, drugs and rock n’roll. They never deny their issues. They are never afraid to be themselves. As Pavement put it: “bad girls are always bad girls – so let ’em in!”

We’re all freaks. The difference is that girlie-girls try and hide it while bad girls embrace it. We are a combination of these extremes. Depending on the mood you catch us in. I root for bad girls because they don’t care what anyone thinks. Do yourself a favour and start doing you. The people that mind don’t matter and the people that matter won’t mind. So go on – show us your fangs!

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