It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.
But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.
And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy."
READ IT. READ IT ALL.
Men who can’t cook, clean, or even do their own laundry are not “cute” and “in need of a woman to care for them”. They are spoiled brats so dependent on gender roles that they never bothered to learn the minimal skills to take care of themselves.
MOTHERFUCKERS LISTEN TO ME
WOMEN GET REJECTED TOO
I KNOW WHAT REJECTION FEELS LIKE
I GET REJECTED QUITE A LOT, ACTUALLY
BUT DO I GET ANGRY AT THE GUYS WHO DON’T WANNA DATE ME? DO I ACT LIKE THEY OWE ME A RELATIONSHIP? DO I MURDER PEOPLE BECAUSE OF IT?
ALL OF YOU SAYING “IT’S THE WOMEN’S FAULT THAT THEY’RE BEING KILLED! THEY JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW BAD REJECTION HURTS!”
YES WE DO UNDERSTAND. AND NO WE ARE NOT AT FAULT
On Thursday, our school principal made an announcement about the dress code, and every rule and suggestion was directed at the girls. There was one half-assed comment where he tacked on the word boys at the end but I highly doubt any of the guys at my school will wear strapless shirts so there wasn’t a point. On Friday morning, everybody came to school and these posters were stuck on the walls and windows throughout the entire campus. The best part of it all is that the student body’s response to this protest has been totally positive. Go whoever this is. You rock, and I want to help with your next endeavor.
DRESS CODES EXIST TO TRY AND CREATE/MAINTAIN SOME LEVEL OF A PROFESSIONAL ATMOSPHERE IN THE CLASSROOM.
I have seen way too many boxer shorts and boys with their noodle arms in white sleeveless shirts at school. I have seen way too many tears in baggy pants on the seats of boys jeans. And not one of them. In my four years of school, and two years bringing my brother his stuff to school, not one of them I saw get sent home.
I was given (forced to pay for and wear) ROTC sweatpants on a 101 degree day, because my shorts were above my knees. and I was given (forced to pay for and wear) an ROTC sweatshirt because my shirtsleeves were too short, even though they completely covered my shoulders. I was told my clothes would distact other students.
And in the same class. With the same teacher. On the same day. A boy came in with a white wife beater shirt and shorts that were well below his buttcrack. And he did not get a write up.
Nobody told him his limbs were a problem.
Nobody told him to put a sweatshirt on.
I was told to put those heat stroke inducing sweats on or receive a mark on my report.
I missed a full class period.
Was he professional? No.
My clothes were perfectly fine according to my insanely chaste mother.
If it was for professionalism, that boy, and everyone dressed like him, would have received the same annoyance and disturbance of education as I and six other girls received that day. All dressed as appropriately as if they were going to church.
But no. They were left alone, those boys.
So don’t give me excuses.
Dress codes are abused and girls are getting choked by long sleeves and long pants while boys are allowed to wear whatever they please.
Don’t give me excuses.
Give me some damn freedom.
A man came to our class once,
he claimed to be a fair judge
with daughters he loved.
He asked a question to the class:
“When should a minor be tried
as an adult?”
and students began raising their hand
he wrote it up on the board.
he wrote it up on the board.
I said, “Rape”
and he paused, he asked
“You mean violent rape?”
“no I mean rape.
It is all the same.”
he looked to a boy
who said “rape only if
he used a weapon and
and I said, “rape is rape,
whether his weapon is a knife,
drugs, or guilt. She said no.”
he shook his head,
“Violent rape” on the board
I never understood,
because you can kill somebody
quietly and peacefully with drugs,
or with guns and knives or cars;
but nobody cares if the murder was “violent”
it was still murder."
So if we have to show women what the baby looks like in their womb and tell them how the process works before allowing them to get an abortion, does that mean we should teach our soldiers about the culture of the lands we’re invading, and explain to them that the people we want them to kill have families and feel pain, just like Americans?
let’s get this straight
it is not romantic to persistently pursue someone after they have refused you