The shit stops here.

			A lot of people who know me (or think that 
			they do) are going to be shocked, dismayed, 
			whatever when they read this. 

			People think I'm "nice". 

			People don't think I get mad.

			People are wrong.



I've been "too" something on 
almost any given day of my life.


	
				Why do people seem to feel so free 
				to tell you just exactly what it is 
				that's "wrong" with you?


		Why does the gist of so many articles in 
		women's magazines seem to be: 

		follow this advice and maybe you'll stop 
		being such a loser?



			Why do I never feel pretty enough, 
				or sexy enough? 



	Why are standards for women so goddamned unattainable? 

	
						Why do models 
						need to be 
						airbrushed?



				I'm a nerd. 
				I'm a geek. 
				I'm a weirdo. 



I'm giving up. I'm just going to do 
it my way now- 'cause there's no  
way to do it "their" way and be 
happy or sane. 




		And before you dismiss this as some kind of 
		crackpot, feminazi, man-and-society-hating, 
		jumping-up-and-down-on-a-soapbox-with-an-agenda 
		rant- think again.



	If you met me on the street 
	you'd never know that 
	this was bottled up inside. 



				If you met me 
				you'd think I was 
				like your sister, 
				or your friend, 
				or the girl next door 
				(whatever *that* means). 

		

		So I know I'm not alone. 
		I *can't* be alone.


If you're fed up and sick and tired like I am, write to me and let me know. Maybe I'll start putting up links to other people who are fed up and sick and tired and we can start a revolution of normalcy. How about it? Are you in? Or am I screaming into the wind?

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