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?