You won’t see the comment if you head over to that post now — such is the magic of the “delete” option. It has been relegated to the trash bin, where it will languish for 30 days before passing into digital oblivion.
To be honest, I’m rather flattered. Someone actually felt strongly enough about my post to reply to it in extensive detail. I’m talking more words that the original post itself. Whole paragraphs in response to excerpted sentences. I don’t think anyone’s put that kind of work into commenting on my writing since, oh, high school? Goodness knows that nobody gives me that much feedback on my research paper drafts in grad school, even when I straight-up ask them to do so.
I was also highly entertained. The irony was just so delicious. People would think it was “cruel” to outfit my baby boy in a pink dress? Thank you for proving my point, dear commenter. Oh, and I’m so glad you told me that women wear high heels to present ourselves as “frail, vulnerable damsels” and attract help from men, and that women are less interested in science because we can’t find husbands that way. My silly little female brain couldn’t possibly have any thoughts of its own about women’s motivations; clearly, I needed someone to come along and mansplain it to me.
In fact, the comment was so ridiculous and such a perfect example of our society’s problem with fixed gender roles that I was almost tempted to leave it up.