It is an ordinary thought, is it not? Just think of how many less assholes there would be in society if one was freely able to kill them. Then again, we could wipe out all of humanity, thinking of all the assholes that need to be shot.
Maybe I'm not in the best mood today. But who gives a shit? More importantly, who gives a shit other than me? For this is my blog, no one else's, so everyone who doesn't like it can go fuck themselves.
Maybe I should be called an asshole for just saying that. Undoubtedly, the people I think are assholes probably think I am one myself. And so, let the killing begin, along with the destruction of our entire species!
(You notice I do not use the word bitch when referring to people. That is because I find the word incredibly offensive—more so because of the internet's recent use—misuse?—of it.)
But, seriously. My thoughts waver to misogyny. Again, caffiene high. I won't explain myself further.
Anyway, I want to talk to you about a certain culture—one that I have intimate experience with (that is to say, I used to be a part of it), in which misogyny is so inbred that everyone acknowledges it as a given. As if women are evil, and should be the lesser gender. And no one in that culture is more misogynistic than the women themselves. I have seen women who are best friends constantly and subtly put each other down whenever speaking to one another. Not to mention gossip behind their backs, all the while being completely sweet to the face. In such a culture, women who are friends (and I use the word lightly) actually follow more the role of many followers and a single leader. There is one leader in such a circle of friends. The one that everyone follows, showers with complements, try to emulate in every single way, and insult when she is not there.
In the past, I've had experience with both types of roles. First, I was (naturally) a follower. And like most followers, I was quite annoying. However, even then, I could never understand why we always did what she wanted to do. Why we always followed her wherever she went, no matter the fact that it was where I didn't want to go (namely, outside). You can tell, even then, I was starting to branch off. I was always quite the loner.
Afterwards, unfortunately, I became the leader. It was unwillingly done, I assure you, as the thought of those followers still annoy me to this day. So much so that I started avoiding them whenever I could (though a school is never large enough when you wish to avoid people). They never left me alone, they always copied what I did, and they always had a way of subtly putting me down. You can understand why I strived to avoid them.
However, I seem to have digressed. What I mean to say is, in such a culture, women are never equals to one another. All of them have been taught by society to be defined by men, and to be better than one another (in their pursuit of men). That in turn leads to a certain sort of negative competitive personality in which they view each other as obstacles that need to be taken down.
You have to wonder at the brilliance of such a society. Women cannot protest their rights, because they themselves are the largest perpetrators of misogyny.
I even see evidence of this in Western culture, when there are only two women in a certain media (a novel, a TV show, or a movie), and they are rivals for a certain man's affection. One is always portrayed as "the bitch" (mostly in high school dramas), while the other is the modest, virginal, cherry blossom (as if a woman can only be one of the two). And they hate each other.
Or the two are best friends, but they are enemies when it comes to the man of their affections (most notably, Archie Comics). And then they hate each other.
Again, I've rarely ever seen women just be friends in media. Without a man getting in the way.
Well, the point of that long and boring rant was that I'm getting really sick of romance novels.
Yes, that was what I was leading up to.
It's just that... I can never find a book where there isn't this "evil bitch" that's out to get her man, or where the woman is always this pathetic creature that strives to always be modest and virginal, or where the woman is this confident, ass-kicking girl in the beginning, but turns into this pathetic understanding creature that forgives the male anything, regardless of what he's done (because she's the pure and innocent one in the relationship), or where the only talks with the only other woman in the novel is about the man.
Maybe I'm bitter. Maybe I should "branch out." Whatever.
Sometimes, I ackowledge to myself that there's a reason I don't wish to take Gender Studies. As the mere thought of women's rights make me angry, you can imagine how I'd feel in that class.
And I don't like to be angry. It's a terrible emotion, one that brings out a very rude and sarcastic (and close-minded) version of myself.
I can just see myself say, "Fuck you and your opinions! I'm right and everyone should listen to me!" in just that very juvenile way when arguing with someone about something I am passionate about.
And, God, I'm feeling very bitter and angry today.
I think I'll be misogynistic and blame it on PMS.
