Okay, so.
While I don’t approve of anyone telling anyone what to do (this being a very vague statement - I actually do approve in certain cases, obviously, but whatever that’s not the point, my point is the internet), people (read: women) need to chill the fuck out about the ‘boobs in the shirt’ picture.
Let me paint a picture here, and this is based only on what I’ve seen (mostly on Facebook - which is about as credible as a donkey’s ass). A majority of the girls who type up these impassioned rants about the trials and tribulations of being a woman are judgmental assholes. They are the girls who see a woman dressed provocatively and tsk, shake their heads, frown in displeasure as this woman allows herself to be objectified.
They, what’s the phrase?, slut-shame.
They are also hypocrites.
And I do so detest hypocrites.
Do not preach to me, or any other person for that matter, about how a woman has the right to show whatever she wants, especially not when you know you judge women who do dress provocatively.
Also, shut the fuck up about female equality unless you are actually willing to go to the FULL EXTENT of female equality.
You see, to me, a lot of feminist rants are built around one of two things (or even both - and deities help me if I ever fucking see it). 1. Female superiority, not equality 2. Special rights, not equality.
I firmly believe that women should be drafted into the military just like men are. What happens when I say this in a class full of women? They boo and shake their heads and generally protest.
What the fuck kind of equality is that? Special rights are bullshit. Do you think men want to be drafted into the military? Here’s the answer: No, they don’t.
I don’t like a lot of the feminists I meet because they piss me off. Men are not inferior, and your vagina does not make you better than them. In fact, gender has nothing to do with superiority. The only thing that really does is character, and even then, it’s a really debatable topic, because who says there is any such thing as superiority, or hell, morals?
Saying things only when they suit you is a douchebag move and you should really stop.
Dear empire self,
I have so much to tell you, however, I know that not only are you reluctant to listen, but it is also imprudent to tell a past self what to do in hopes of changing the conditions of the present. So I am writing this letter merely to get it out of my system, and will most likely burn it later before it has any chance of reaching you.
You will regret everything. Even now I am doing my best to clean up the mess I made when I was you. You shouldn’t have treated Elizabeta the way you did, or anyone else within your empire for that matter. I’ve spent years and money and gave my best efforts trying rebuild good relationships with most of them after the fall, Romania being among my most aggressive attempts.
As for your physically violent tendencies, they will get you nowhere socially. If you want no friends or lovers then so be it, but it’s highly rude of you to expect others to want to form a good relationship with yourself if you have no intention of making an effort to do the same.
I could guide you through. I could show you what I should not have done, and what I should have. But it would be useless in the end since you refuse to listen to any one but yourself, actually not even, if I count as one of your selves. I keep reminding myself to just let you learn the hard way as I did, but I wished so desperately to tell you that after near death will cone happiness and contentment and even positive and stable relationships, even if you would see me as weak and naive afterwards.
I’d say only you can change yourself, but then again there’s the paradox that is our simultaneous existences, but you know what I mean by that.
Regards,
Roderich Edelstein, 2011
