BOOBS!!!
Okay, so I'm at conflict. Watching Penn & Teller's Bullshit brings up something I felt so strongly about as a young child, in my early teens. However, it's an issue I've long since abandoned in my adult years. Therefore, for the first time in a long time I find myself conflicted.
I was raised to believe that women's breasts were no different than men's, other than some extra fat. To me it seemed as though our society's obsession with boobs was dumb. The only way to end the obsession was through overexposure. Give women equal rights to men. Let us bare our boobs the same way men do. Then perhaps men would stop acting like children every time they see a boob. Topfreedom is an organization that I would have thought I'd gladly join when I was young. It makes tremendous sense to my inner child. I find it especially frustrating when it's not even about equal rights to undress; but rather I hear stories of women getting harassed over breast feeding.
Yet for all my inner child SCREAMS at the injustices women face, I am not strong enough, brave enough, or maybe I just don't believe my own hype enough to be one of the women making the difference, fighting for women's rights. The right to feed your child anywhere you go freely. The right to dress (or undress) the same way men do. I have no desire to bare my own breasts. I don't feel comfortable being neckid. It's a strange conflict I face within myself. Will I ever grow more comfortable with my own partial nudity, or will I instead accept my prudish ways? Time will tell.
I was raised to believe that women's breasts were no different than men's, other than some extra fat. To me it seemed as though our society's obsession with boobs was dumb. The only way to end the obsession was through overexposure. Give women equal rights to men. Let us bare our boobs the same way men do. Then perhaps men would stop acting like children every time they see a boob. Topfreedom is an organization that I would have thought I'd gladly join when I was young. It makes tremendous sense to my inner child. I find it especially frustrating when it's not even about equal rights to undress; but rather I hear stories of women getting harassed over breast feeding.
Yet for all my inner child SCREAMS at the injustices women face, I am not strong enough, brave enough, or maybe I just don't believe my own hype enough to be one of the women making the difference, fighting for women's rights. The right to feed your child anywhere you go freely. The right to dress (or undress) the same way men do. I have no desire to bare my own breasts. I don't feel comfortable being neckid. It's a strange conflict I face within myself. Will I ever grow more comfortable with my own partial nudity, or will I instead accept my prudish ways? Time will tell.