Basic: Someone who is unflinchingly upholding of the status quo and stereotypes of their gender without even realizing it. She engages in typical, unoriginal behaviors, modes of dress, speech, and likes. She is tragically/laughably unaware of her utter lack of specialness and intrigue. She believers herself to be unique, fly, amazing, and a complete catch, when really she is boring, painfully normal, and par. She believes her experiences to be crazy, wild, and different or somehow more special than everything that everybody else is doing, when really, almost everyone is doing or has done the exact same thing. She is typical and a dime a dozen. There are many subtypes of basicness, such as the basic ratchet, the basic sorority bitch, the basic groupie bitch, the basic I’m-so-Carrie-from-Sex-and-the-City bitch, etc, but ultimately, they all share the common thread of being expendable and un-noteworthy and, in some cases, having absolutely no redeeming qualities.
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Basically, I’m basic.
I dress like Old Money, drink pinot grigio by the bottle and live tweet the Bachelorette.
I love big barrel curls, romantic comedies, Taylor Swift, I have private wedding Pinterest boards, I steal phrases from Wendy Williams, and even though I’m approaching thirty, I still secretly hope I can be sent back to high school undercover à la Never Been Kissed.
I shop at Zara, wear nude pumps with every dress, have a strange obsession with the Kennedy’s, listen to a shit ton of country music and take a lot of closed mouth selfies which my friends have told me make me look constipated.
I get it, I’m unoriginal.
I’ve thought long and hard about my basic-ness and as someone who grew up feeling like they’ve never fit in, I actually consider my basic bitch status to be somewhat of an achievement and a testament to hours and hours of therapy (look, Mom! I did it!).
I can’t help but feel as though this label is somehow another form of female oppression designed to preoccupy women with feelings of unworthiness. To be basic, is to fail at being a modern, innovative, progressive, strong woman. It’s not enough to be female – you have to be entirely unique, shun fashion trends and cultural norms and exist outside the realm of your female contemporaries. It’s a dangerous idea that pins women against one another to criticize how we express not only our femininity, but ultimately how we express ourselves. Do men ever worry that their being a basic bro? That they like hockey, beer, cars and butts as much as their friends and men in their age demographic?
No. They don’t.
For a long time I considered myself to be an uninteresting person because I didn’t feel there were things about me that made me unique. I was really anxious whenever I met new people, because I was convinced they would think I was boring, dull, basic.
So what if I’m a woman who loves the Bachelor franchise and creeps all of the contestants on social media? My moments of basicness don’t negate my moments of creativity which are anything but boring. My basic self is just the base of myself. It’s one layer in a cluster-f*ck of traits and habits that make me who I am.
If you’re someone who isn’t considered basic, and expresses yourself externally/superficially in a way that’s esthetically unique, that’s cool too. I’m sure we have some things in common with one another. We’re all basic to a certain extent.
Y’all don’t know me. Y’all don’t know what I think and feel. Well, now you do. I hope you’ll take back the title of basic bitch for yourself, and maybe even forgive the part of you that feels as though you’re not special.
Basic bitches, unite!