I feel a need to rant here, to vent some of my frustrations. There’s not one central source of these frustrations, which is a frustration in and of itself. I’m talking about the new women’s empowerment thing. The SlutWalks, the clothing, the empowering ‘exercises’, the body language, I’m referring to the whole damn thing. All of the things we, as men, would ordinarily pay money to see and we’re just seeing it in public. I understand the desire to take back certain physical and abstract entities (like, The Night… and as an aside, fuck we’ve failed as a modern society when The Night still isn’t safe for both genders). I do not understand why all of the empowering actions, choices, clothes, and jargon are more often than not now playing right into our (men’s) hands. And by hands I mean right hand.
Is the guiding principal that we can suffer some kind of overdose of sexy? Is it thought that our attraction and lust will somehow be dulled by constant visual stimulation? Are you trying to liberate these articles of clothing, these dances upon poles, these chest-jutting shoes from their old meanings and their old connotations? If so, I don’t think you’re all going to meet with much success. You could be screaming out praises for Our Great Master (Iä Ryleh!) and if your dressed like a prostitute we’d still only be seeing breasts (which we’re attracted to) and thighs (which we are attracted to in a tangential fashion) and devils take the rest.
Which brings to my giant, huge question:
Why those clothes, and those ‘dances’, and those shoes, and that verbage? Why not wear long dresses, or parachute pants, or space foam, or normal things… or anything that doesn’t play into men’s desires? Why those shoes, those heeled things which look so bloody painful? Why, instead of trying to ‘take back’ what’s been sexualized for decades and decades not destroy these things, annihilate them and insist on being normal PEOPLE who do normal things in normal clothes who get normal respect instead of a loud and empowered pair of breasts?
Who led everyone to thinking this was the path to enlightened equality and mutual respect?
What is a normal person? A person who is afforded the respect and courtesy so expected and received by us Big White Males. A normal person is one who has interests, hobbies, work, and so on without any of those things being influenced by the male libido. What would normal clothes consist of? Something comfortable and/or enjoyable to wear that isn’t spawned from an unholy union between men’s desires, men’s expectations of women, and women’s desire to be attractive. More specifically, man’s desire to circumspectly judge every bloody woman within sight, a man’s expectation that every woman’s body be open to judging, and women’s desire not to be found wanting by said judging. To hell with that! Wasn’t the point of this movement to allow women to exist without a need to rely on other people’s perceptions? To not be dependent on men? Where did that go, how did that become, ‘do what men desire/wank to because obviously they will eventually sicken of something they’ve desired since the dawn of freaking time.’
It’s like I’m taking CrAzY PiLls here!
And I know, I just know, that there will be someone in the comments section who will start on with, “oh, so I suppose you know what’s best then!”. NO. NO NO NO NO NO. I don’t know what’s best for you, YOU know what’s best for you. YOU. Not whoever’s leading the movement, not those guys on the bus who look up at every pair of breasts that comes into view, YOU. What do you want to do? Model rocketry, miniature gaming, marathons, sailing, hockey, writing, photography, sociology, political activism? I don’t know! It’s your freaking brain! What should you wear? Frilly goth dresses, short skirts, pants, cargo pants, droopy cargo pants, Victoria-era matron’s dresses, Capri things (although to be honest I don’t know what a Capri is)? The possibilities are endless! The possibilities that pander to men’s sexual appetites are not endless!