Leave I Do I Do and the men wearing heels alone. It’s not disgusting, it’s not abnormal; it was a gag the marketing people were going for (a gag that was most likely stooped in transphobic feelings) and it wasn’t geared toward fulfilling some (heterosexual/cissexist) ideals of manhood, it was supposed to make you laugh because it’s so clearly playing around with them. This is Kim Su fucking Na in a noona fucking drama, and it’s gonna be glorious, even if the plot is convoluted and cliche, and I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of it.
So, dramabeans can make pretty judgmental, disdainful, heterosexist comments just because there is a photoshoot in which a man wears high heels (for a show about in which the main character is a shoe designer). And so, a lot of people can chime in on the post agreeing that dudes expressing any kind of femininity is gross, off putting, super not romantic. So, like the Internet does, some of those comments get motherfucking nasty, because heaven forbid we all stop and recognize. And so, I can feel that weird compressed feeling in my chest that happens when I am reminded of Not Belonging Because I am Different.
And this is when I have to take a deep breath and remind myself:
I AM MADE OF THE DUST OF FUCKING STARS.
You won’t stop me. I will be the queerest lesbian kdrama watcher in the land.
This is pretty much my kdrama (and most pop culture media) prayer:
I can like problematic things. I can like problematic things. I can hold multiple contradictory things in my heart, all at the same time, and be ok. I am complex. I am made of the dust of stars. I can like problematic things.