a hypocrite's lecture
I used to have this strange aversion to other girls, probably something to do with losing my mother (insert "drugstore psychology") and during the last few years I've grown more accustomed to befriending other females... I've always been a closet feminist (closet because I don't always defend my beliefs and I've habitually reneged on those in favor of male attention/gender role expectations)... I mean I work at a bar where people constantly grab my ass for chrissakes... I can't really pretend to have any dignity... but last night I really felt an affinity for those types of girls, those "sluts" who seriously put themselves through the ringer because our society still breeds women to strive to be attractive and base their self-worth on how they are perceived by men. Why is it so fucking important to leave home without a coat when it's seven degrees outside, because you're going to a bar? I don't understand -- why not just take the coat off when you go inside? You can always pinch your own nipples if that's the look you're going for!
I know being sexually liberated is for some a form of feminism... but not being afraid to sleep with whomever you want however often you want is not necessarily equal to breaking the bonds of gender role constraints. At least, not if you still strive to appeal to the opposite sex in order to obtain your sexual freedom in such ways that restrict the application of common sense or put your health at risk, like not wearing a coat in the dead of winter.
I just don't get why we do these things to ourselves.
Basically, I went to a cheesy bar in Kent and got pissed at all the girls walking around in tank tops. Probably because I hung out with the quintessence of evil, "John". And he told Jeff after I went to the restroom, that it was too bad that he had a girlfriend, because all this shit could probably have happened with all these other girls.
I know being sexually liberated is for some a form of feminism... but not being afraid to sleep with whomever you want however often you want is not necessarily equal to breaking the bonds of gender role constraints. At least, not if you still strive to appeal to the opposite sex in order to obtain your sexual freedom in such ways that restrict the application of common sense or put your health at risk, like not wearing a coat in the dead of winter.
I just don't get why we do these things to ourselves.
Basically, I went to a cheesy bar in Kent and got pissed at all the girls walking around in tank tops. Probably because I hung out with the quintessence of evil, "John". And he told Jeff after I went to the restroom, that it was too bad that he had a girlfriend, because all this shit could probably have happened with all these other girls.