Andrea
All my intelligent life -- i.e., after the age of 13, when my hormones stopped fucking with my mind and making me think 'NSYNC was a "good band" -- I've been fighting the stereotypes that beleaguer me, and every other female, simply because I was born with a vagina. My genetics may determine that I have to have my vagina stretched out to bear children and a whole host of other wonderful things, but they surely do not have the power to dictate that I have to giggle a lot, paint make-up on my eyelids every morning, cling to men to validate my existence, and pretend to be helpless because I crave attention. Oh, hell, no.
I am a strong person. I am intelligent, emotionally-resilient, resolute in my self-confidence, and nearly arrogant about my talents and abilities. These facets allow me to separate myself from a society that predicates gender-role stereotypes and fosters adherence to them; it also allows me the ability to view with an objective - although cynical - eye this society that has the dualistic ability to both create and destroy.
I am female, but I am not a Girl: I do not primp, nor do I match my clothes, nor can I cook well or talk on the telephone for hours. And, similarly, I don't get the point of sitting around and whining about how my latest man has slighted me by not calling me for the second evening in a row - men can come and find me if they want a piece of this, I say, and such a piece is not easy to come by.
I'm also an elitist bitch, and I'm proud of it. In areas where I have profound interests, I accept nothing but the best - for example, I'm a writer, and while most people suck at writing, I am not one of them. I have very rarely seen anyone who is not a published author (and even then!) that has the appropriate level of talent necessary to be qualified as what I deem a Real Writer. Some people have It; 99% don't.
More importantly, I've got opinions, and I don't care who hears them or disagrees. I express my opinions loudly, and hurt feelings are no matter. People I'm around often reproach me for my bluntness, but I consider my bluntness one of my greatest strengths: What point is there in sugar-coating? Telling the truth, "whole and nothing but," is the best way to go. If your haircut is ugly, why should I tell you otherwise? If your significant other is a dumb-ass, why should I pretend to like him when I assert my dislike for everyone else? My hatred is non-discriminatory; I hate all stupid people.
In my life, simply put, stupid people need not apply. I think I hate stupidity more than anything else in the world. My philosophy, though not quite as eloquent as Patrick Henry's: Give me intelligence, or give me death.
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