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I am a Heartless Bitch because I openly admit that the most heinous crimes against women on are mostly caused by women. It would take a thousand relationships with small minded males to even equal the damage done by one well placed weight comment on an unsuspecting preteen by a doting, but ignorant mother. Being dumped in high school is cringe worthy, but fantasies about burning down the school are more likely caused by wanting to hurt the shallow homecoming queen popularity goddess who told everyone "She'd be so cute if she highlighted her hair, stopped printing 'zines, lost a few pounds and wore makeup." Women don't have to look outside their own circle for trouble. It's not just in boardrooms and locker rooms. It lurks silently and oppressively like a poison gas in the dressing room of stores that don't carry over a size 10, in every diet clinic set up to take advantage of women's obsession with the media, in the mudslinging snide remarks of a female coworker jealous of her colleague's power.
I do not tolerate women who have no respect for their bodies, who do not
recognize the awesome jobs handed to it with pride and confidence. I
hate "it just happened" sob stories. You didn't trip and fall on his
dick did you? Every vapid college girl who says "doesn't care" if she
gets pregnant is an insult to women. We didn't fight to get reproductive
rights so you can blow it off. Our mothers, our grandmothers didn't have
options. It pisses me off that girls get knocked up because they're too
lazy to get in a car and make a doctor's appointment. Here's an idea:
Fucking care about what happens to you. If you don't want to get
pregnant, get on the pill, get on the shot, and if you're not smart
enough to use condoms and get diseased, don't take another life form
with you. If you're too stupid to decide, fine. Get your tubes tied and
consider it a favor to humanity. If you can be a woman in bed, be a
woman in the damned daylight!
Body abuse goes for women who starve themselves and attempt to diet
their bodies into submission. This also includes hiding it under the
premise of sports. "Well, I'm a dancer, so I think I'll have a carrot
and a lettuce leaf for dinner." Or "I run track, so I can't afford to
gain an extra half a pound." Fuck that. You aren't fooling anyone, not
even yourself. Eat. Take up space.
Further more, about these women who use their bodies to get what they
want. Sure guys like them, even the smarter ones, but on a base level.
They appeal to the part of humans that like new shiny things that make
noise. They giggle, they jiggle and they don't have a damned thing to
say. I crave the day that gravity, UV rays and cigarette smoke will
claim these women back under the rocks they came from. They will hit
their peak, stagnate and suddenly find at age 25, 30, or even 50 that
you have to have something to say or something to offer for people to
actually give a flying rats ass about you. That you have to have more
than palm springs beach Barbie hair and sparkling empty blue eyes for
people to find you attractive and want your company. This includes men.
And probably at that point they will shrivel up and disappear. French
fries anyone?
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