on the weakness of our gender...
I am totally sick of hearing what manipulative bitches we (women) are. i only hear this from guys. you all nauseate me, by the way.
don't get me wrong. i love guys. i love girls. i love being a girl. i love my ovaries, and don't even mind that i am a walking wound for a few days out of the month. we just don't understand each other.
the fact is, gentlemen, it is hammered in our brains that we are the weaker sex, before we even know the difference between girls and boys. we are taught by our own well-intentioned but methodically-flawed parents: you get toy guns, we get dolls; you play cops and robbers, we play house; you get a pat on the back for reaming the other team in little league, we get told that girls don't play rough sports. gender identity cannot be avoided, even if a parent makes a conscientious effort to not apply gender roles: female role models that aren't actresses or singers (and in my opinion a female role model should have all of her original body parts, eliminating 95% of *that* population) are few and far between. any woman politician with any real or percieved power is vilified (the iron lady is a glaring exception, but it will take many more to pave the way), female entrepreneurs tend to find themselves in ethical quagmires too often (leona helmsly, martha stewart), females in entertainment are just window dressing (britney spears lipsyncs and i've never seen her play a damn instrument, and then there is the plastic surgery issue, thanks for the horrible body image that women in industrialized nations seem to share), females in sports? well, every four years there are the olympics, but those girls never get the fame or fortune that regular sports stars enjoy. nope, they disappear in obscurity, and get training jobs. what kills me about that last one in particular is that there are women who try to make it in sports. women's professional basketball is floundering if not already dead, women's football hasn't made it off the ground, women's professional soccer here lost its most prominent member...the ticket sales just aren't there because no one buys tickets. my hats off to those brave butchy girls, for walking into the 'gentlemen only' clubs and saying in effect "i am woman. watch me kick ass, sucka!". it is liberating to those of us (not necessarily me) who were bred to be shy and girlish.
sigh.
getting back to my point: we all use the tools we have, for survival, safety, security. men have their muscles, they have their fists. they have the aggression that society encourages them to use, the aggression that society deems unfit for us.
we have our smooth skin, our silky hair, our yeilding lips, our sparkling eyes behind mascara'ed lashes and shadow'ed lids. we have our soft bodies, our little voices, our tears. we have our clever quick minds. these are the tools god gave us, can you blame us for using them??
and as for girls and other girls. same thing. i know a lot of manipulative girls. but i am a girl, and i see through them 95% of the time. for the most part, i have mainly great friendships with other girls. the ones that tried to fuck me over aren't in my life anymore, and good riddance.
so girls, be more aggressive. say what is on your mind. if you are upset, say why. your boyfriend will likely appreciate it. strike a blow for girls everywhere: ask the guy out instead of waiting to be asked out. put down your weapons. fuck the antiquated notion of femininity. we can be killer cooks and speak our minds. and don't ever tell your daughters to marry rich if they want all the trappings of life.
don't get me wrong. i love guys. i love girls. i love being a girl. i love my ovaries, and don't even mind that i am a walking wound for a few days out of the month. we just don't understand each other.
the fact is, gentlemen, it is hammered in our brains that we are the weaker sex, before we even know the difference between girls and boys. we are taught by our own well-intentioned but methodically-flawed parents: you get toy guns, we get dolls; you play cops and robbers, we play house; you get a pat on the back for reaming the other team in little league, we get told that girls don't play rough sports. gender identity cannot be avoided, even if a parent makes a conscientious effort to not apply gender roles: female role models that aren't actresses or singers (and in my opinion a female role model should have all of her original body parts, eliminating 95% of *that* population) are few and far between. any woman politician with any real or percieved power is vilified (the iron lady is a glaring exception, but it will take many more to pave the way), female entrepreneurs tend to find themselves in ethical quagmires too often (leona helmsly, martha stewart), females in entertainment are just window dressing (britney spears lipsyncs and i've never seen her play a damn instrument, and then there is the plastic surgery issue, thanks for the horrible body image that women in industrialized nations seem to share), females in sports? well, every four years there are the olympics, but those girls never get the fame or fortune that regular sports stars enjoy. nope, they disappear in obscurity, and get training jobs. what kills me about that last one in particular is that there are women who try to make it in sports. women's professional basketball is floundering if not already dead, women's football hasn't made it off the ground, women's professional soccer here lost its most prominent member...the ticket sales just aren't there because no one buys tickets. my hats off to those brave butchy girls, for walking into the 'gentlemen only' clubs and saying in effect "i am woman. watch me kick ass, sucka!". it is liberating to those of us (not necessarily me) who were bred to be shy and girlish.
sigh.
getting back to my point: we all use the tools we have, for survival, safety, security. men have their muscles, they have their fists. they have the aggression that society encourages them to use, the aggression that society deems unfit for us.
we have our smooth skin, our silky hair, our yeilding lips, our sparkling eyes behind mascara'ed lashes and shadow'ed lids. we have our soft bodies, our little voices, our tears. we have our clever quick minds. these are the tools god gave us, can you blame us for using them??
and as for girls and other girls. same thing. i know a lot of manipulative girls. but i am a girl, and i see through them 95% of the time. for the most part, i have mainly great friendships with other girls. the ones that tried to fuck me over aren't in my life anymore, and good riddance.
so girls, be more aggressive. say what is on your mind. if you are upset, say why. your boyfriend will likely appreciate it. strike a blow for girls everywhere: ask the guy out instead of waiting to be asked out. put down your weapons. fuck the antiquated notion of femininity. we can be killer cooks and speak our minds. and don't ever tell your daughters to marry rich if they want all the trappings of life.