America -- FUCK YEAH
I hope your weekend was as fanschmastictabulous as mine was. Remember to tell
me all about it, okay?
I got to see my boy all day yesterday. We went to see the dinosaurs and a
movie,
Team America (not as good as I thought it was going to be, but
funny nonetheless). Then we crashed Stefan's date. Whoops. But he was too polite to kick
us out. We still haven't figured out why. Then we met up with Cait so that I
could do an analysis of Jason's character and she could do one of Andy's.
Which meant that we just drank really good beer and Caitlin and Andy made fun
of me for a few hours while Jason laughed. *sigh* It's a good thing I'm so
easygoing. Otherwise, you'd find me on the pedestrian overpass at Parkdale on the
Queensway, picking off the PoPo with an M16. So make sure you look up there
the next time you drive under it.
Today's colour I like to call, "Are you sure this KD is okay?" Also known as
rgb(199,136,67). Try it. You'll like it. *passes macaroni*
I'm at a loss, folks. I can't find my jacket anywhere. It's brown, single
breasted, three buttons. From Danier. There's a hole in the lining. The
last time I wore it, I was out with Andy, and then I left it in my front
hall. I haven't seen it in two weeks. If you find it, anyone, please let me
know. I love that jacket.
Other than that, I've just got some little homeworks to do, and then it's more
waiting. I'm filling my life with fun during the week, so if anyone (this
means you, JB) wants to come with me to Malabar on Wednesday, lemme know. I
have a few ideas for my Hallowe'en costume. They involve Chel's bleeding eye
technique and a red velvet bustier. *grins slyly*
Again with the rambling. I'm sleepy and I don't want to read about the
feminist perspective of anthropology and human rights. I'm not a feminist. I
hate to admit it, but I'm really not. I'm all for being able to wear pants,
and I believe in equality of all the genders (that's right, folks, there are
more than two), but it's pretty fucking obvious that all genders are
fundamentally different from each other. It's not just biology. But it's
definitely there. I'm not a feminist. I don't hate men, although I firmly
believe (and this is from personal experience, mind you) that the majority of
them are inherently juvenile. I like it when elder gentlemen tip their hats
to me and wish me a good morning. I like having doors held open for me;
transversely, I also hold doors for people.
I know my limitations, and many of those are simply because I am female. I
have very little upper-body strength, and so my slap shot will always be
laughable. But I have legs like steel girders, and I am unbeaten at
leg-wrestling. It's biology. I know that there are some things that each
biological gender is better suited for than the other. Men, for instance, are
built to be better at the manual labour business. Women, for example, women
firefighters, can do the same things as male firefighters, but they had to
work extra hard in order to achieve that strength. Women are better at the
maternal/caring aspects of life. Argue with me all you want, but you know
it's true. When you're sad, would you rather be comforted by a guy or a
girl? Girls are squishier, anyway.
I also know that men and women think differently. Neither way is wrong, just
-- different. That's the way of the world. You can't exactly rewire your
brain. That's why there's such sexual dimorphism. It just works better in
the evolutionary sense.
I'm sick of those ragingly militant feminists who have no knowledge of the
movement at all. They're simple anti-men. They understand that the theory
involves a knowledge of an unequal power balance, but they're only looking at
it from one side, and that pisses me off. What really annoys me is the
frantic feminist who removes all traces of her femininity, shaves her head,
wears drab clothing, and insults those who choose to wear more feminine
clothing for catering to the greed of a male-dominated society. But in
removing their femininity, in a binarily-opposed system that we live in, they
have just turned themselves into men, the very enemy they oppose. Women dress
like women because they want to be women. In fact, women take so much care
with their appearance usually to impress other women, not men. Men just tend
to make sure all the curves are in the right places. They think differently.
Wow, I didn't intend this to come out as a vehement rant about feminists.
Some of them are nice people. I'm just not one of them. This is not a
manifesto, but I like dressing up to look pretty for other people. I like the
feeling of being protected by someone who is bigger and stronger than I am,
and who happens to be male. I like that my boyfriend tops me by nine inches.
I like having people appreciate that there are differences between the sexes.
Shit, I even like to cook. Why do I like all these things? I dunno. Perhaps
it was my upbringing. Maybe it was biology. Who cares? Men are not the
enemy. Deal with it.
*ahem*
Anyway, perhaps I'll actually
read what has to be said, and write a
bitingly critical review of the same. If I wasn't wearing my pyjamas, I'd
procrastinate more by going out for fudge, but I have to watch my girlish
figure, right? ;)
Posted by Ally at October 24, 2004 12:00 AM