When my daughter cries on my shoulder because other women think it acceptable to call my daughter that, its not because she's done something wrong: its because she is being belittled. And when it happens they aren't stopping to ask my daughter her motivations: they are assuming them, without knowing a thing about her. And nor does she try to tell them - she never speaks up and tells them of the voluntary work she does helping women affected by things like period poverty, ipv and dv. She wouldn't dream of it. She does it because it needs doing.
That's not why they've spat in her face (literally, I'm horrified to say, on one occasion).
Nor is it gentle, nor is it used gently. Nor is it used constructively to say 'wait, couldn't we do this better'.
It's a gendered insult, and I really think that no feminist should ever be using the term. Under any circumstances.
And I say that, not because I am over reacting or not wishing to engage, or not recognising that I certainly have an emotional investment in the conversation.
I say it because my dd's experience of that word (and some of her friends too) has been a wholly derogatory one and I struggle to understand any argument that tries to justify the use of it.
When did we stop celebrating each other? When did we stop valuing individuality and uniqueness? When did we start seeing ourselves as 'them' and 'us'? Or assuming the worst of someone based on a slur?