Of Feminist Rants and Belated Birthdays
So I noticed that I have not ranted in my journal in about 2 months (I actually can write positive stuff...no, I swear! It's just that things that piss me off are generally the only things that motivate me to write in my livejournal. Maybe I should make a goal to write some happy stuff once in a while....later. XD)
This month's rant will be issued by my feminist side. Caution, guy-bashing ahead. Don't read unless you have the ovaries to stomach it.
I've come to the conclusion that I may very well be a fanatical feminist. I also realize nearly every week that I hate men and how women are painted as cute or as dumb for being obsessed with weight and with our looks--we are seen as shallow. How, may I ask, is a preoccupation with exterior looks really that shallow when the entire purpose of trying to look good is to be attractive to men who don't fully appreciate the efforts that women take to look good. If you consider that most women take HOURS in preparation for a night out or a social event (remember Prom night?), while many men just have to throw on clothes (I use the Prom example again--I never complained about having to start getting ready several hours prior to leaving while he complained about being forced into a "monkey suit." What does that make me? A monkey in heels?) Some people say that guys don't care about looks, however, while watching the "hilariously awful" movie "The Room" which involves some sex scenes involving a woman who was pretty, but a little on the chunky side, although not obese, I remember one of the guys in the room making disgusted noises and suggesting that it would be best if she just kept her clothes on for the good of humanity. This also was the same movie where the guys protested that the super-skinny, female side-character was not the naked lead. I was rather affronted. Women have so much pressure on them to be gorgeous and thin. There are so many expectations, many of which are not at all able to be lived up to. I remember going into a store once where I noticed the clothing didn't even fit on the mannequin--the zipper wouldn't zip all the way up despite the already cartoon-like slim body of the mannequin.
Also, I don't know if this is just me, but it seems that there are more women than men, and that the few men who aren't creepers are taken or gay. I guess my sense of this is skewed since there is a large community of gay men in my general vicinity, however the pressure of finding a guy for women over here is unbelieveable. Some girls choose not to be picky and will settle, however others, like myself, who are particular and want a guy with similar interests, who is easy to talk to, and isn't afraid to on occasion sweep us off our feet. (Alas, this could be why I remain single.)
All in all, I think that it's very unfair to have so much pressure put on us women (also careers and education fighting with the traditional ideals of housewife and mother--having to be 2 or more people at different times during the day--and STILL being able to live longer than men despite all the panic attacks and self-loathing, or self-uncertainty leading to depression, low self-esteem, dependence, and MORE anxiety). Sometimes I greatly dislike men. Part of me wants to get a hysterectomy and become asexual. The other, winning part is the part that still hopes for love and acceptance from a man--to feel desired and desireable. Is love too much to ask for?
On a non-anti-male note, I completely forgot to wish one of my NewS boys a happy birthday on November 11th, so:
手越祐也くん, (Tegoshi Yuya-kun)
おたんじようび おめでとう~! (otanjyoubi omedetou)
<3
Gomen that it took me so long!! :bows: And if you have stumbled upon my journal and know not who this spectacular man is, he is Tegoshi Yuya...
...of Japanese singing/dancing/sparkling/6-membered group, NewS.
