Diena
I am a Heartless Bitch because most of the men I know, want me to be a marshmallow they can chew and spit out and they are trying to link that with their respect for me as an individual. How can I be a soft, chewed-up, spat-out marshmallow and still be respected? It doesn't make sense at all. I would much rather be a cactus if it would get them out of my hair. Besides, in my culture women are segregated from men. I am the only female in an all-male Post graduate degree environment, in a very backward society that seems to think that women who actually read books are mad, degenerate and promiscuous. One of my classmates actually had the audacity to describe females around an eligible male like dogs with a bone. I told him what I thought of that. I got described as a wolf.
If I want to read novels and romances which sometimes get a bit graphic, that's perfectly O.K.
If I don't want to come running whenever some soppy gent beckons, that's my call.
If I don't believe that my ulterior motive in life is to serve the males in my family, that too is fine. And if I want to enjoy a natural platonic friendship with some dude away from sexual innuendoes, that is my right. All men should understand that relationships have multiple gears, not just lovers and enemies, and if believing all that means I'm mad and degenerate, so be it.
Country: Sudan
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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