[WARNING: I am not intending for any offence to be caused by this article, and I sincerely apologise if I do happen to offend you with what I wrote. But I have to admit, got to stand by my beliefs, just like you would yourself.]
Something happened recently, that involved a man objectifying a woman and for once, my feministic side came out and I got annoyed and somewhat angry about it.
When did it become okay for men to treat women as objects, tools or as 'can openers'? Haven't feminists been fighting all this time so that we weren't treated like this? And if so, well then why is nobody listening? Women are humans just as much as men are, the only difference is, they have a dick and we don't, big woop dee doo! Get over it already.
When did it become okay for men to hit on women and try to have their way with them? When did we start accepting this as an a-okay thing to do? It is NOT OKAY. Sure, you can hit on us, we won't care, but to try and tease us into bed within 2 seconds of meeting us, that is just degrading. We are not objects. We are not whores. We are women and it's time we, as well as men, started seeing that.
I bet at least 5 women go home with a man they've just met every night and no, I don't think that's alright. Sure some women do it for the money, that's if their prostitutes and some women do it because they're lonely, but we wouldn't be lonely if men wised up and saw us as women rather than objects. And some women, like me, have standards and morals. And I might seem like a prude in saying all of this, but I simply don't care anymore. This time it's gone too far.
Did you know? That in some third world countries, women who are in the sex slave industry get punished if they get pregnant. Do you know what that punishment is? We get stuck in a box, with one small whole in the top and get left in the desert and fry to death. I mean, what the absolute hell? When did that suddenly become okay? And actually, it isn't, but where are the police? Where are the people who are fighting for human rights? And where the hell, are the fucking feminists!
And if we women are seen as the mothers and child-bearers of the earth, why the fuck do we get punished for getting pregnant? Tell me, where the sense in that is will you please! Why are we stereotyped so god damn much? And then punished for fulfilling the stereotype that has been given to us? And why do we just accept it? Why aren't we doing something about it? Why are we judged by our sex? What difference does it make, if I am a woman and my friend is a man? One has boobs, the other has a dick, so bloody what?
So after calming down for a bit and thinking a bit more clearly on the subject, I felt that no better conclusion than this would do for this article:
I am a feminist but I am not a lesbian. I am intelligent but I am not a geek. I am sexual but I am not a whore. I am a woman, but I am certainly not an object.
Sunday 28 October 2007
Tuesday 23 October 2007
Factual Secrets
In light of a somewhat revelation, about a certain something to do with a certain someone [not to be revealed for privacy purposes] I got to thinking; Do the facts altar our perceptions of people?
For instance, if you, my audience, were to find out that I was some kind of freak with psychopathic tendancies, no doubt, you would stop reading this blog, for fear that I might come and beat you. Of course, I am not a psychopath, yet, haha.
Some new facts about someone, whom you might say, was a good friend to me made me think about them and what I knew about them. The new facts did not seem to conicide with what my perception of this person was, in fact it was an unlikely opposite to what I thought they were. And although, these new facts, are some which I myself might not agree with, I will continue to be friends with this person, because that's what I am, a friend and just because they told me something I wasn't aware of about themselves, doesn't mean I'm going to go running off to someone else or running off spreading the facts about. That's not who I am and that is certainly not what friends are for.
I guess, at the end of the day, we all have secrets and it is up to us whether to reveal them to people whom we think we can trust, or to keep them to ourselves for whatever the reason may be. And, we may feel deceitful for doing this, but there are some things that you just don't want to, or can't reveal because you are afraid, or it is nothing that serious that is worth talking about. However, are we afraid that the facts, will altar the people we love's perception of us?
I'll admit, there are many things that many of my friends don't know about me. And many things I wish I could tell them. I just haven't found the courage within myself to do so, and if and when the time comes that I feel it is necessary for me to tell them, then no doubt, that I will. But for now, my secrets remain secret. And I, remain a mystery.
For instance, if you, my audience, were to find out that I was some kind of freak with psychopathic tendancies, no doubt, you would stop reading this blog, for fear that I might come and beat you. Of course, I am not a psychopath, yet, haha.
Some new facts about someone, whom you might say, was a good friend to me made me think about them and what I knew about them. The new facts did not seem to conicide with what my perception of this person was, in fact it was an unlikely opposite to what I thought they were. And although, these new facts, are some which I myself might not agree with, I will continue to be friends with this person, because that's what I am, a friend and just because they told me something I wasn't aware of about themselves, doesn't mean I'm going to go running off to someone else or running off spreading the facts about. That's not who I am and that is certainly not what friends are for.
I guess, at the end of the day, we all have secrets and it is up to us whether to reveal them to people whom we think we can trust, or to keep them to ourselves for whatever the reason may be. And, we may feel deceitful for doing this, but there are some things that you just don't want to, or can't reveal because you are afraid, or it is nothing that serious that is worth talking about. However, are we afraid that the facts, will altar the people we love's perception of us?
I'll admit, there are many things that many of my friends don't know about me. And many things I wish I could tell them. I just haven't found the courage within myself to do so, and if and when the time comes that I feel it is necessary for me to tell them, then no doubt, that I will. But for now, my secrets remain secret. And I, remain a mystery.
Tuesday 16 October 2007
Two To Tango.
I pose, one simple question, What happened to Romance?
In a world full of men, you expect to find, at least one, who would be willing to take you for a nice candle-lit dinner in a fancy restaurant or on a nice beach somewhere far far away from the real world [hey, a girl can dream] and not expect sex afterwards. Well, mister, if you're reading this, give me a buzz because I really would like to meet you.
For instance, this guy who found my 'bebo' and then started talking to me on msn, simply tried to turn the conversation into cybersex, although due to my high morales and values I was able to say no and turn the conversation around, though I don't think he was too pleased. However, the conversation, I have to admit, did horrify me somewhat slightly and sentences [which i will not disclose just because they are too crude] that should not even exist were said, which got me thinking.
Have we as women, fought for feminism for so many years, so that we could be called lesbians? No, we have not. And have we fought for feminism so that romance could go out the window? No, we have not. Men and even some women, just don't seem to understand, that women, like me, do still appreciate some good old romance.
It is due to the new technologies that exist in the world, like phones and the internet that we as women accept nothing more than cybersex and phone sex when really all we want is a nice sensual evening where we can relax and be bought by charm and romance and not be horrified or somewhat disgusted by the crudeness of what is now known as 'dirty talk'.
At the same time, and just to contradict myself, I wouldn't mind a bit of roughness every now and then. It's about finding the balance between romance and being naughty. Romance, is good but don't flatter me too much, I might just feel trapped by it, so throw me against a wall or something every once in a while, trust me, it'll keep me coming back for more!
So guys, time to get the brains [not the balls] in gear, take me out for a romantic meal and then throw me down and make me want you! And I'm sure, I'll give you something in return. Afterall, it takes two to tango.
In a world full of men, you expect to find, at least one, who would be willing to take you for a nice candle-lit dinner in a fancy restaurant or on a nice beach somewhere far far away from the real world [hey, a girl can dream] and not expect sex afterwards. Well, mister, if you're reading this, give me a buzz because I really would like to meet you.
For instance, this guy who found my 'bebo' and then started talking to me on msn, simply tried to turn the conversation into cybersex, although due to my high morales and values I was able to say no and turn the conversation around, though I don't think he was too pleased. However, the conversation, I have to admit, did horrify me somewhat slightly and sentences [which i will not disclose just because they are too crude] that should not even exist were said, which got me thinking.
Have we as women, fought for feminism for so many years, so that we could be called lesbians? No, we have not. And have we fought for feminism so that romance could go out the window? No, we have not. Men and even some women, just don't seem to understand, that women, like me, do still appreciate some good old romance.
It is due to the new technologies that exist in the world, like phones and the internet that we as women accept nothing more than cybersex and phone sex when really all we want is a nice sensual evening where we can relax and be bought by charm and romance and not be horrified or somewhat disgusted by the crudeness of what is now known as 'dirty talk'.
At the same time, and just to contradict myself, I wouldn't mind a bit of roughness every now and then. It's about finding the balance between romance and being naughty. Romance, is good but don't flatter me too much, I might just feel trapped by it, so throw me against a wall or something every once in a while, trust me, it'll keep me coming back for more!
So guys, time to get the brains [not the balls] in gear, take me out for a romantic meal and then throw me down and make me want you! And I'm sure, I'll give you something in return. Afterall, it takes two to tango.
Monday 15 October 2007
A City Full Of Danger.
Why are we so afraid all of the time? Is the world really all that scary? Well obviously, it is with bombs and guns and whatnot. But why we do let fear take us over? Shouldn't we really find the strength inside of us to overcome it and at least attempt whatever it is we happen to be afraid of?
I believe that it is more so to do with a sense of danger. We are afraid of danger. Yet its not so dangerous just to take a walk by yourself, is it? Sure enough, why do we fear danger the most when we are on our own? We have a heightened sense of things.
Paranoia? Is that what it is? Are we so paranoid that we think that there is danger on every street corner and therefore, fear? Are we just too used to being safe that when we do end up in a risky situation we feel we're about to die? True enough, death is ultimately the worst thing that can happen but if we meet a stranger in the street is s/he really going to kidnap, rape or kill us?
Chances are, he's an old man trying to find his way home, or an old lady walking her dog [sorry for the cliche] and yes, on occasion, there will be danger, a large group of teenagers with fireworks, for example.
But why do we just accept it though? Shouldn't those of us who spend our lives hiding in the shadows of fear join together? If we did that, wouldn't we feel safer? And we wouldn't be so alone either! So why don't we? Are we too afraid of human interaction?
In a city full of danger how can we ever feel safe when we are too paranoid and afraid to go out by ourselves?
I believe that it is more so to do with a sense of danger. We are afraid of danger. Yet its not so dangerous just to take a walk by yourself, is it? Sure enough, why do we fear danger the most when we are on our own? We have a heightened sense of things.
Paranoia? Is that what it is? Are we so paranoid that we think that there is danger on every street corner and therefore, fear? Are we just too used to being safe that when we do end up in a risky situation we feel we're about to die? True enough, death is ultimately the worst thing that can happen but if we meet a stranger in the street is s/he really going to kidnap, rape or kill us?
Chances are, he's an old man trying to find his way home, or an old lady walking her dog [sorry for the cliche] and yes, on occasion, there will be danger, a large group of teenagers with fireworks, for example.
But why do we just accept it though? Shouldn't those of us who spend our lives hiding in the shadows of fear join together? If we did that, wouldn't we feel safer? And we wouldn't be so alone either! So why don't we? Are we too afraid of human interaction?
In a city full of danger how can we ever feel safe when we are too paranoid and afraid to go out by ourselves?
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