The following is a rant on feminine things.
Did you know that if Barbie were real, she would be 6’5, 103, and not be able to support the weight of her breasts?
I hate women’s/teenage girl’s magazines. You know the ones. Over 50% advertising, full of perfume ads, and peddling “fashion” that most people can’t dream of affording.
Their most odious element is the message. Are you too fat? Wear this. Hips too big? Wear that. You will be perceived as ugly, unattractive, and worthless unless you wear this, use this, speak like this, and talk like this.
Fuck you, pandering magazines. Small wonder so many girls have eating disorders. Oh, and by the way- the three page “true life story” of someone who survived bulimia? It is lost in the vapid gray noise of pages and pages of anorexic clothing models, messages enforcing unrealistic beauty, and whitewash interspersed with tokenism. This pretending to have a social conscience just isn’t working.
I am not ashamed of menstruation. Most every woman does it in the course of their lifetime on a frequent basis. Stop trying to tell me that bleeding is a dirty, secretive sign of weakness.
Oh, and by the way- I’m a bitch because I’m a bitch, not because there’s blood in my underwear. You can take that lunar cycle and impale yourself with it.
Furthermore, vaginas do not smell or taste like fish. They smell and taste like vaginas.
Once again, for those of you in the back:
People who think vaginas smell/taste like fish are having sensory malfunctions.
I don’t care what point in the month it is. Vaginas taste like vaginas, and that is a wonderful thing. They’re not inherently dirty or disgusting, they don’t need to be “cleaned up” by deodorant, they are not shameful.
And for the love of all that is holy and much of what isn’t, can we accept that an assertion of the feminine is not an attack on the masculine?
To those of you in society who have perpetuated lies about women: grow up, fuck off, face reality.