MY CAUSE IN A CONVERSATION:
-Wow you need to shave,
You like that eh?
- No haa, why don’t you shave your armpits?
Well, long story short, I’m just not feeling like it.
-Uhh kay, what’s that supposed to mean?
It means that all girls, including myself, work way too hard to appear attractive and live up to the standards of beauty idealized by men. You know, we go to these great lengths so that AT THE VERY LEAST men decide we’re worth ignoring, because the last thing we want is for them to acknowledge us for being ‘ugly’ or ‘huge’ or ‘gross’. So we play by their rules so that we avoid ridicule and if we’re ‘lucky’ they’ll grace us with some positive attention, which 6 times out of 10 means they decide you’re sufficiently fuckable.
Then we, I, feel so pumped that they think I’m acceptable and start hanging out with them and eventually we bang because, holy shit it appears girls like sex too! Not that it would matter because it’s all about what he wants from you anyway. Afterward you see each other a few more times and the relation simmers off because, if you’re lucky, both of you are no longer interested, not just him. You do this a few more times and are reduced to crude names like ‘whore’ and ‘dumb slut’. Not that you care because whether people like it or not, girls want sex too. But after a while of going through the motions of attempting to seduce someone and constantly vying for their attention by fussing over how those shorts make your legs look or about how you’d just die if anyone knew how hairy your legs really were, you realize it results in sex you didn’t really enjoy that much because your needs weren’t met. And that the boy you were pining after? He’s actually super unattractive from that angle and is a selfish lover who felt no obligation to finish you even though you bang until he finally cums because if he didn’t that’s a failure on your behalf, and god forbid you be bad in bed and not live up to the porn world’s idea of a good lay.
Then you realize that he, they, haven’t had to work for anything in their entire lives because someone at the beginning of time decided boys get the lazy for life card and don’t have to shave or bothering looking good because it’s their accomplishments that matter. But yours don’t, your accomplishments mean nothing and you either are good looking or your aren’t and that’s the end of it. Sooner or later you become that girl who refuses to shave her pits because she could care less about whether boys want to bang her or not, because trying to live up to their standards so that she’s deemed ‘fuckable’ is still not actually getting her sexually satisfied. So eventually she embraces what SHE likes and what SHE WANTS to look like. Because at the end of the day these boys should want to have her regardless because they should have full knowledge that they fall second to a vibrator.
-Wow sorry I wasn’t listening at all, I tuned out, what?
Alright condensed version: I’m sick of being told that what matters the most is what men find attractive & I have decided to stop playing by their standards of what looks good because, in reality, the attention I’m supposedly vying for isn’t really satisfying.
-Holy, angry feminist over here!
*cheerful smile* Fuck you. :)