So. My culture makes children's animated movies where worker ants are boys (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antz
) and worker bees are boys ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bee_Movie
) and boy cows have udders (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barnyard_(film
), and this is passed off as one of those metaphor things, and not important; and this usurpation of female agency is pretty common. One of its most straight forward messages is that what is true is never as important as what should be true.
There's also a little bit of the big pink fake plastic breasts that are apparently a common feature of drunken men by themselves being drunkenly humourous, as per Blackadder (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/371617406723267689/
) (and others, I'm sure) about this whole making female attributes safe by rendering the attribute that derives its value from its essential femaleness as not actually female.
Which is all ubiquitous and habituating.
But then something creeps you out again, making you aware of your self-forged kiddie gates:
There is currently a commercial for the Laughing Cow cheese snacks, which has the mother-like Laughing Cow admonishing us to eat healthy snacks, in that really condescending stereotypical Cinderella-Evil-Stepmother-guaranteed-
sensible-thing-again way. And .... and .... she has no udder.http://thelaughingcow.com/products/creamy-original-swiss/
In the 3/4 image of the Laughing Cow above, it is possible that her udder is just delicately out of frame - but in the commercial, she is sitting on the couch beside the snacker, and there is nothing in her lap, except that vaguely indecent pale patch of a teddy-bear belly.
Even when we want to draw our authority from female authority, it has to be weakened; trivialized.
It's those weird little moments that scald your awareness and remind you of the concessions you have made with your culture so that you aren't too scary to the easily scared.