"There are millions of suns circling around millions of galaxies circling around just one point in the universe, and that point is NOT YOU."
26-year-old fat, liberal Southern lady with a weakness for scruffy scoundrels and ladies who kick ass.
The day I realized that the cultural ideal of femininity was, quite literally, unattainable? The day I realized that women are supposed to be sexy and chaste, undemanding and seeking commitment, meek delicate flowers and strong backbones of the family? The day I realized that if you’re tall you’re supposed to look shorter, and if you’re short you’re supposed to look taller, and if you’re fat you’re supposed to look thinner, and if you’re thin you’re supposed to look more voluptuous, and that whatever body type you had you were supposed to make it look different? The day I realized that every woman is insecure about her looks… including the ones we’re supposed to idolize? The day I realized that, no matter what I did, no matter how hard I worked, I would always, always, always be a failure as a woman?
That was the day I quit worrying about it.
If the world is telling you that if you work just a little bit harder, you can be strong enough, pretty enough, rich enough, whatever enough… you’ll be a lot more tempted to keep running that treadmill, keep chasing the carrot that’s dangling in front of you. But if the world is telling you that if you work just a little bit harder, you can turn yourself into a unicorn and start shitting diamonds? The whole thing just becomes laughable. And it becomes a whole lot easier to step off the treadmill. Obviously the cultural expectations still affect you — I’m not claiming to be free of them, I don’t think anyone is — but it’s a lot easier to see them for what they are, and shrug them off, and get on with your life.
So guys? Listen up.
The world is telling you to turn yourself into a unicorn and start shitting diamonds.
The world is giving you an impossible task. It’s not just a stupid task; it’s not just a pointless task; it’s not just a needlessly confining task; it’s not just a task that will make you miserable. It is, quite literally, unattainable. You will never, ever be man enough.
So stop giving a damn. And be whoever you are.
Be a whisky-drinking electronic music nerd who mixes a perfect Manhattan. Be a dialog editor who bakes banana bread and does stand-up comedy. Be a tattooed poet and kettlebell competitor. Be a retired soldier who does English folk dancing. Be a software engineer with waist-length hair and a thing for Michelin-star restaurants. Be a French-speaking rare book collector who calls into sports radio talk shows. Be a porn writer and atheist activist with eighteen cats. Be a muscle-bound gym rat who sings opera and cries in public.
Be who you are. That’s actually an attainable goal. And it’s a hell of a lot more fun."
I want to live in a world where little girls are not pinkified, but where little girls who like pink are not punished for it, either. We can certainly talk about the social pressures surrounding gender roles, and the concerns that people have when they see girls and young women who appear to be forced into performances of femininity by the society around them, but let’s stop acting like they have no agency and free will. Let’s stop acting like women who choose to be feminine are somehow colluders, betraying the movement, bamboozled into thinking that they want to be feminine. Let’s stop denying women their own autonomy by telling them that their expressions of femininity are bad and wrong.
Antifemininity is misogynist. What you are saying when you engage in this type of rhetoric is that you think things traditionally associated with women are wrong. Which is misogynist. By telling feminine women that they don’t belong in the feminist movement, you are reinforcing the idea that to be feminine and a woman is wrong, that women who want to be taken seriously need to be more masculine, because most people view gender presentation in binary ways. This rewards the ‘one of the boys’ type rhetoric I encounter all over the place from self-avowed feminists who seem to think that bashing on women is a good way to prove how serious they are when it comes to caring about women and bringing men into the feminist movement."
Ricky Gervais: “Why I’m an Atheist” (via divya-winklevii)
I do believe in God, and this is still my view.
"You’re never going to find [a man] if you keep being so picky."
The phrase can be triggered by any number of things: from friends, when I said I couldn’t seriously date anyone who didn’t have at least analagous religious beliefs, or that I didn’t want someone who would pressure me to have sex and would break up if they did, or that I couldn’t date a smoker; from strangers, while reading books that looked “too intelligent” (yes, honestly), or wearing shirts that said things like “Proud to be single” or “Talk nerdy to me”; from extended family members or colleagues, when responding to their “why aren’t you dating?” inquiries with “I’m not interested in dating anyone who gets trashed and pukes all over the floor every night”. We won’t even get into what happens if I speak my mind on an issue, feminist or no.
Nevertheless, apparently this is so bad that these people — even store clerks in a clothing store or a random woman in the airport — felt the need to inform me that, if I did not change my ways, I would wind up alone, unloved, and surrounded by a million cats who would one day devour my cold, dead flesh before anyone thought to look for me.
Why? Why are we doing this? This hurts women. It teaches them that being alone is something to be ashamed of — worse, that it’s a mark of failure on the part of themselves, for not attracting someone, for being too “picky”, for thinking they’re “too good” for the regular guys that everyone else settles for. It teaches them that even women who say they’re happy being single are lying. It teaches them that the ones who aren’t lying are somehow damaged."
Lisa Unger (via quote-book)
Gabriel Iglesias, “Hot and Fluffy”