The Problems with Simping
“It’s time to retire the very concept of simping and undo the shame that has come to be associated with crushes. ”
When I was around 16, I had my first crush - well, my first real crush. It was all fuzzy feelings and rose-colored glasses. It was like she stole all the light I needed to make my world shine, and I was so happy to let her keep it. I was young(er) and dumb(er) and wholly unprepared to deal with all of these new feelings.
I didn’t know how to process them or act on them - so I didn’t. We were friends, and that was fine. It was good. It made me happy. We went everywhere together and did everything we could together too. We were friends, and for me, that was enough. All I needed was whatever she was willing to give, and if friendship was it, that was more than okay with me.
It wasn’t, however, enough for my friends. It confused them that I wasn’t trying to “go for her” or ask her out or ask more of her and our relationship together. All of a sudden, I was a “simp.”
I have been called many things in my life, and of all the teasing names, I think simp is the most harmful. Not in the way that it’s mean, but in the way it encourages us to understand women and relationships. But before I get into all the reasons I have been called a simp, let’s talk about what it means.
Google says the word originated in the early 20th century as a shortened way of referring to a “simpleton.” Since then, its meaning has mutated into the subtly patriarchal one we know today. Nowadays, simping vaguely describes “liking a girl too much,” though each friend group has their unique usage, this is what they are generally mean.
How we use simp encourages us to feel entitled to female attention and attraction. The implication contained within our use of the word is that we are somehow lesser (simple or stupid) for not demanding more of the objects of our affection. It might not be intended necessarily, but it is implied.
Now I was a young feminist, and while the term made me bristle, I went along with it. I got playfully frustrated and mildly annoyed, but deep down, I could tell there was something wrong with its use. I didn’t say anything because it was just a joke at the time, but now I can fully recognize its problematic nature.
My friends, while well-intentioned, were not immune to the patriarchal overtone.
When they said I was a simp for being just friends with this girl, even though I wanted to be in a relationship, they implied that I was entitled to more. That didn’t sit right with me. Partly because I knew she didn’t owe me romance or some deep love, but also because it felt wrong. I wouldn’t want anyone to expect the same of me.
This is the fundamental problem with “simping” today. We are all too often reducing the people we have a crush on to tools that should perform their function.
How can we possibly aim It removes the real human love and joy that comes with falling hard and fast for someone without knowing their feelings. Suddenly consent and love fall out of sync with one another, and we impose upon each other in this small colloquial way a need for unrequited love to be shunned and consent to be devalued.
Before all of this light roasting and banter, I was not hyperaware of the possibility of unrequited feelings or of the shame that comes with having a crush like this. I was just blissfully into her from a distance. This implantation of expectation and reciprocation tainted all these once pure feelings.
Soon, I couldn’t stop seeing this messaging. Sure, it was all fun and games from my friends, but I couldn’t comfortably watch Netflix or even listen to music without feeling the weight of the patriarchal imposition. There was a cloud of shame that surrounded my thoughts and my actions towards this girl.
That shame over time transitioned into resentment. And it was at that moment that I understood incel culture. All my thoughts came to a screeching halt because I realized only white boys on Reddit should thinking like this. (sorry to anyone fitting the description)
That was something I wasn’t prepared for. With this unexpected feeling of anger that washed over me, I began to harbor this irrational frustration....for nothing.
There was something crudely perverse about how I saw her now. I couldn’t live with that - I didn’t want to. I realized then that my problem wasn’t the act of “simping.” It wasn’t caring for her “too much” or being too good a friend. It was thinking that there is such a thing as “too much.” The fault lay with my conversion of infatuation (or whatever fledgling form of romantic love that comes with crushing) from this pure light feeling into something inundated with responsibility and transaction.
I was lucky enough to recognize all these subtle, harmful messages, but what about those kids my age who aren’t? These are feelings that live in their subconscious and dictate how they view and treat the women (and any other object of their affection) in their lives. We shouldn’t be imbuing anyone with ownership over another’s heart, mind, or body.
It’s time to retire the very concept of simping and undo the shame that has come to be associated with crushes.
Hayley is an emerging writer and journalist who works hard to create work that is fiercely feminist, anti racist and anti oppression on a whole. You can check out more of her work and content on her instagram @hayley.headley