Riffing off the title: I would like to say that, the attention we receive from the men we love and trust is not worthless; this is the touchstone in our lives that we have been yearning and reaching toward for millennia.
There is the raw memory of being reprimanded at work for ‘not being friendly enough in the mornings’ to the caricature of a supervisor i passed mornings in the hallway. WTF does that even mean? Insecure men are the worst!
I’m here to tell you that it’s posts like this that save my sanity and life. Living here in Long Island, with the kind of men I’m surrounded by in my family (alas of a certain generation, but I’m beginning to confidently doubt that it’s simply generational) and having them constantly ask me “why are you so bitter” when I express myself similarly, your posts recalibrate me and remind me that I’m not alone. I’m not bitter! And even if I was bitter, there’s a place for bitterness. I’m not required to be sweet all the time. I will not be browbeaten into being sweet, or fearing being perceived as bitter (which is the antithesis of ideal femininity, as we know). All the tastes serve a purpose — look at ayurvedic meals: they’re all there, sweet, sour, salty, pungent, bitter, and astringent. Thank you, thank you, thank you, for all the flavors.
Great article. The continued existence of restaurants like Hooters and "bikini barista" coffee shops can seem confounding. Why do they exist? And since they do, why not similarly oriented banks, dry cleaners, grocery stores, and the like? But the answers are obvious. Hooters exists because it makes a lot of money, the vast majority of which is funneled upward. And the others don't exist yet because no one has decide to pull the trigger and invest in one yet.
Earlier today, some jackass chastised me extensively for talking about the "wrong" things on my law firm's blog. The rationale: "as the face of a law firm" you [must not use colloquial language, must not talk about feelings, must not criticize men who are having fun, must not suggest you're an expert despite the apparent fact that you are, blah, blah.]" The "face" bit alerted me to a barely concealed expectation that his feelings about my symmetrical face (attraction?) should match his feelings about my opinions (revulsion?). Your words were precisely what I needed to read. THANK YOU.
So right on.
Riffing off the title: I would like to say that, the attention we receive from the men we love and trust is not worthless; this is the touchstone in our lives that we have been yearning and reaching toward for millennia.
There is the raw memory of being reprimanded at work for ‘not being friendly enough in the mornings’ to the caricature of a supervisor i passed mornings in the hallway. WTF does that even mean? Insecure men are the worst!
I’m here to tell you that it’s posts like this that save my sanity and life. Living here in Long Island, with the kind of men I’m surrounded by in my family (alas of a certain generation, but I’m beginning to confidently doubt that it’s simply generational) and having them constantly ask me “why are you so bitter” when I express myself similarly, your posts recalibrate me and remind me that I’m not alone. I’m not bitter! And even if I was bitter, there’s a place for bitterness. I’m not required to be sweet all the time. I will not be browbeaten into being sweet, or fearing being perceived as bitter (which is the antithesis of ideal femininity, as we know). All the tastes serve a purpose — look at ayurvedic meals: they’re all there, sweet, sour, salty, pungent, bitter, and astringent. Thank you, thank you, thank you, for all the flavors.
And not surprising that the location they chose to try out the new shorts was Texas.
You been reading Dworkin and Valerie Solanas? I bet yes --and good for ya!
Great article. The continued existence of restaurants like Hooters and "bikini barista" coffee shops can seem confounding. Why do they exist? And since they do, why not similarly oriented banks, dry cleaners, grocery stores, and the like? But the answers are obvious. Hooters exists because it makes a lot of money, the vast majority of which is funneled upward. And the others don't exist yet because no one has decide to pull the trigger and invest in one yet.
I got as far as "bikini barista" and exclaimed "Oh FFS!" (to my cat)...
Not all men. Some are gay. ;)
Sing it, Sister!
Earlier today, some jackass chastised me extensively for talking about the "wrong" things on my law firm's blog. The rationale: "as the face of a law firm" you [must not use colloquial language, must not talk about feelings, must not criticize men who are having fun, must not suggest you're an expert despite the apparent fact that you are, blah, blah.]" The "face" bit alerted me to a barely concealed expectation that his feelings about my symmetrical face (attraction?) should match his feelings about my opinions (revulsion?). Your words were precisely what I needed to read. THANK YOU.
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