I have to get something off my chest. Why do people even say that? Get what off your chest? It’s not like thoughts are created in the chest area, it’s like when people say, “You have my heart”. Say whaaaat? Dude, the heart is just a muscle (I’ll admit, an important one, I’ll be the first one to admit that.. hello myocarditis episode of 09′ what uup!) that pumps vital oxygen carrying blood around your body, so your body is nice and… full of oxygen I guess. Thanks trees! I guess it’s because when you have something that’s making you anxious, or annoying you, or making you feel guilty etc etc. You, sometimes, may get a tight feeling in your chest*… but still.
So, allow me to pause for a minute and rephrase. I have to get something, that something being thoughts and frustrations out of the mystery of my brain and on to some imaginary cyber paper, aka… this, blog post. Think of this post like, a letter. A mysterious (there’s that word again, who doesn’t love a bit of M Y S T E R Y? ooooh) letter, because you don’t know who the letter (more like an e-mail I guess) is for. The person it’s intended for doesn’t even know what e-mail means. I can’t make the person understand. I can’t complain about it to my family because, they just tell me to FORGEDABOUDIT, and as you can imagine, my boyfriend already deals with constant ranting by yours truly 24/7. So, I’ll just pour all my thoughts out for the lovely, lovely people who take time out of their days to read this random area of the interweb.
Dear ____________,
I know you grew up in a completely different environment. I know you aren’t really educated and I doubt you ever had the chance to be. I know your opinion and values are partly to blame on years of conditioning and unfortunately, on your part, a little bit of ignorance and stubbornness.
However, that doesn’t mean that you constantly have to force your beliefs on me. I can’t even begin to describe how much I disagree with them. I am of the female gender, I have a brain, a fully functioning brain (I hope) that is of equal value to a male’s brain. I am capable of working in a position of power, of equivalent status, to my brother. In fact, I have been given, through luck of genetics, the ability to probably exceed my brother in terms of success in the workforce. No offence bro.
I don’t see why, I should in a sense, be a slave to my brother or anyone I ever choose to ‘settle down’ with. I don’t see why, even after my brother has been home all day and I come back from work, I have to make him a ‘proper’ dinner, clean up after him and tidy his room. I don’t see why my sister’s room should always be immaculate, because she happens to be a female. I don’t know WHY you see women in general, as nothing more but housewives in the making and I don’t see why my efforts to gain an education are merely seen as ‘going to school to be lazy’ aka not learning to be a proper housewife.
I don’t understand how you can encourage a young man to treat women as nothing more but a number, an object, a thing, that can be easily replaced by the thousands of other ‘objects’ out there. If a female were to do the same, you would definitely think of her as a slut.
I can’t even begin to fathom how your general opinion of women can be so unacceptably low when you have spent a life time with an incredible woman who has attended to your every need, even while struggling to cope with herself. Without her, you wouldn’t even know how to pass the day, let alone a life. It saddens me to know that there are many others just like you, even worse than you, that don’t even know how to respect women. Men, who will refuse to trust the advice of a woman, who think that they’re allowed to ask a woman whatever they feel, even if the topic is inappropriate.
It angers me that today, women still aren’t seen as equal, to every single man that exists. It angers me that women weren’t perceived as equal for the majority of human history. That they weren’t given the same rights as men and weren’t allowed to progress the same way that men were, that women weren’t given the same chance to shape history. The fact that women actually had to fight for their rights is ridiculous. Given the same opportunities that men were given, perhaps the world would have been a different place now, perhaps, for the better. It doesn’t make sense that society can reach its full potential while one half of the human population doesn’t have access to the same rights, freedom and opportunity.
It’s tragic that in many parts of the world, women still have little rights and are treated as having little worth. It’s sad that you don’t even really care. I sincerely hope that one day, men with your horrible opinion cease to exist.
To those of you who read all that… good job, I guess? I don’t know. I’m sure every single woman has felt degraded in some way at least once, by a man. Even in western society. I sure know I have. I think we still have a long way to go in terms of changing the way that a lot men think about women, and I think in a way, women really have to help change this idea too.
Unless you’re a newbie to my blog, you probably already know, that other than black and white, I really like pink. Hey, there’s nothing wrong with caring about women’s rights and liking pink! I don’t know about this dress though, I love hot pink… but I’m not sure about hot pink and shine. Might have to sell this one.
*If this feeling is severe and lasts for longer than 15 minutes, please call 000 or 911… etc
