There’s a new blogger in the circle. She’s been commenting here and there. She’s brave to join in with us. Her name is Che and she hails from BC (as in British Columbia). She wrote a piece recently about regaining the rights to her identity. It’s quite good and worth the time to read. In it, she writes about the tension of daring to step out of the mold of being “nice” for it’s own sake and being herself yet being well-mannered. Not being a doormat anymore. I’m not sure quite what it was that she said, but something tickled the back of my mind and sent me on a hunt.
I didn’t have to hunt far.
Good old Merriam-Webster had what I was looking for. The etymology of the word “nice.” Here it is:
NICE – Etymology: Middle English, foolish, wanton, from Anglo-French, silly, simple, from Latin nescius ignorant, from nescire not to know
Well … now … that’s just super. All my life I’ve been told to be a nice girl. I’m not alone in this. All of us women have been told this.
“Nice girls don’t smoke.” “Nice girls don’t drive like that.” “Nice girls don’t … ” fill in the blank … OR
“Nice girls wear dresses to such and such.” “Nice girls don’t wear swimsuits like that.” “Nice girls …. fill in the blank.”
So … really … what we’ve all been told for a couple of generations now was … foolish, silly, simple, ignorant girls blah, blah, blah … We’ve been told that the best our women should aspire to was to be foolish, silly, simple and ignorant.
If ever I’ve heard a curse word I believe “nice” is one. I’m so fucking pissed … I could just spit. And I’m NOT going to be nice.