So I'm just going to vent a little bit here about a pet peeve of mine:
I had another round of a recurring conflict my mother a couple hours ago; we've been butting heads over this relatively trivial matter for years beyond count, and it drives me crazy how she can't see her position is based on gender Stereotypes that she claims to despite.
The crux of the matter is this: I am, and have been since childhood, a fan of hardcore heavy metal music. Bands such as All That Remains, Pantera, etc have always had the effect of defusing my temper and helping me find peace when my emotions get especially turbulent. My mother has no particular objection to the music/genre itself, but she believes with a bizarrely irrational certainty that the fact that I enjoy and even find comfort in such music is irrefutable proof that it's impossible that I'm actually female as I have maintained since grade school.
The woman has always claimed to hate the old 40's-era stereotype of women as mild, meek, submissive "proper ladies", yet that precise mindset is the only origin I can conceive for the idea that a woman can't possibly derive pleasure from so-called angry music. It's not even having her question my identity that really gets under my skin, it's the way she cherry picks elements of disparate, contradictory philosophies that happen to be convenient for her outstanding position and then with a straight face throws them at me in a jumbled lump and expects me to not only agree, but also to essentially declare that I've been mistaken about my own identity for 30-odd years. But she's still my mother, so I can't just cut loose on her with the kind of tongue lashing I'd dearly love to unleash; having been raised on those old-south manners and expectations, respect for emergency-parents especially-is too ingrained to allow me to put up more than a token protest, to my everlasting chagrin.
It seems a bit petty even to me to get so upset over one irrational label being thrown at me over something as admittedly trivial as tastes in music. But nobody can get under your skin and press your buttons like family, right? And it's just doubly galling to have to basically just take it time and again just because I can't seem to muster the spine to decide for myself when it's ok to treat a parent as an equal adult. I don't know which is more pathetic: being reduced to the default of the obedient child in a confrontation with my mother, or letting my mother make me so upset over something ultimately insignificant. Maybe if I was mentally strong enough to not let it bother me so deeply, I'd also have the strength to stand up to her about it.
Sorry for the rant, but thanks for letting me get it off my chest. I swear, with 99.99% of the people I've ever met, I can keep my cool and stay rational and in control no matter the provocation, but that woman can jab me with little pinpricks I'd laugh away coming from someone else and leave me feeling I've been completely gutted. Maybe someday I'll finally grow up...