"Out of my way!" I say to all those cute little girlies who would rather
smile with their picket fence white teeth, faces masked in a camouflage
of base and powder, hair loaded with so many styling products it doesn't
even blow in the wind, bodies so thin you'd think they'd live in
Somalia, than be happy and show what real beauty is.
"Out of my way!" I
say to all those cool macho boys who think they're men because they can
make a girl or real guy feel like shit for wearing the wrong things;
those jerks who think talk about penises turns a girl on, excuse me, but
in case you failed to notice it's not exactly fun to hear about bodily
fluids at the table. Would you like me to compare my menstrual cycle to
the ketchup on those fries, buddy? --because surely I don't mind.
I'm
sick of all these people thinking that real beauty and power is all in
the Calvin Klein bag they got for forty bucks at the perfume counter.
The minute I see Mr. Macho Man over there put on mascara and blush and
pluck his eyebrows I'll consider wearing a little more of that facial
camouflage. The minute I see Ms. Barbie Doll do more than giggle and bat
her eyes I'll consider having a conversation with her. The minute
misogyny is banished, I'll forget about feminism. I'm a female, I have
feelings, thoughts, ideas, and I'm not afraid to express them. The next
guy who looks at a Hole shirt or snickers at the lyrics to a Bikini Kill
song and then looks at me with pity saying "don't worry, it's only a
phase" is going to get a "phase" in the hospital.
If I wanted to be an
idiot I'd try to look a little more like you Ms. Barbie, and attempt to
humor you Mr. Macho, so get off my back and grow a personality.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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