Boys Rule...Girls Drool.

Standing awkwardly in my oversized required gym T-shirt and basketball sport shorts I await to be picked for an organized sport by two male team captains in gym class. I know that I am going to be amongst the last to be selected so I am propped near the back of the crowd gazing off apathetically.  When they finally get down to the bottom few, (all females mind you) they grudgingly pick me. Was I hurt by this? Did I think ‘oh no, how unfair that these men aren’t picking women?’ Isn’t that sort of sexist?

Guess what? I didn’t go home in tears that day, nor did I feel the need to write the school administration that I was being treated unfairly. I just had to pull my big girl panties up and realize that these guys take gym class and the sports we play quite literally and they wanted to win. None of the females are very decent at sports (sorry, let’s just be honest with ourselves shall we?) and so they didn’t really care for them on their team. They weren’t trying to belittle me or upset my feelings; they had their own agenda and motives.

*sigh* Today I would like to speak on feminism. I realize after I write some of these words down on paper I may possibly have an angry mob of hairy pitted & half nude women with picket signs show up on my door step but I am completely willing to accept their rebuttal to my self-considered words of wisdom. I would appreciate it if you would take the time to process my verses and actually ponder them rather than automatically dismiss and put down my personal opinion. Nobody ever said you had to like it, nobody even said you had to read it. Women, if you are slightly offended remember this is just how I feel as woman myself and it’s my right to feel any way that I want to. You might want to take a seat, because I have a lot to say on this one. Because, you know, unlike feminists, I don’t have the luxury of simply making a bald statement, and then moving on to the next one, without providing rational and empirical support for it.

I can honestly say that I don’t believe in feminism. Why do you ask?  I mean I totally should right? I am in fact a woman and my occupation is a male dominant domain and I should just stand up for myself…Well, if anything my opinion isn’t that biased if you ask me being as all of those are facts in my life.The reason I don’t believe in feminism is because the second that women are treated equal as men is the moment we start getting disrespected verbally, our doors are not open for us, or we won’t be asked if we need help carrying heavy stuff. Just a heads up, I like all of those things and being in a two year committed relationship I haven’t opened one of my doors, because I am fucking princess and I will be treated as such. You want to be treated like a man go right ahead, but as for me, I hold myself to a greater standard and if a man wants to open a door for me he will! Shit, I don’t want to carry the ten pound bag of flour into the house, you do it honey. I enjoy having a man wait on me hand and foot, because that is how women are supposed to be treated. It doesn’t mean that I am weaker or I can’t pull my own weight, it means that this man loves me enough to share the load.

I don’t need feminism because equal opportunity already exists. Let’s be honest here, some of the stuff men can accomplish women cannot. The same goes for women vs a man…We can have babies…blah blah blah. Men can lift heavier, their bodies can withstand certain things that a woman’s cannot. Take for example, I am in the military and some idiotic wide eyed woman (feminist) decided that being in the military wasn’t enough; she also wanted to be in an infantry unit. (Infantry is strictly all men; they are the front linemen during war.) Let’s process this for a moment, shall we? First things first, it has been scientifically and medically proven that men’s bodies are in fact STRONGER than a woman’s on average. One of the exercises of being an infantry man in the military is you have to go on long hike’s with packs averaging over a hundred pounds. They are not only fastened at your shoulders but also at your hips, women who attempted to do this feat were coming back with crushed hip bones  and needing hip replacement’s in their early twenties. Are you getting this? It was literally destroying their lower bodies just to keep up with their loads and the men who seem to not have as many issues with it. Next, let’s explore the idea that most women (No I don’t mean all so stop getting your panties in a twist) can’t seem to separate emotion from loss. It is extremely common in the military especially at war to lose someone, every single day there are military members dying from various causes; also in combat you witness some of the civilians and locals being killed. When a local Iraq Veteran returned from war she was asked why she came home early, she said: “I saw them tormenting a young child and being a mother myself it tore me into two, I couldn’t withstand the pressure and tried to save the child by putting the rest of our men in harm’s way.” Although I cannot annotate her name, please let that sink in. Especially those of you who have loved ones at war or family members who have fought for this beautiful country in the past. This girl couldn’t control her motherly instincts and almost had what could have been your son, father, and friend, whatever, killed. Just let that stew in your mind. You could be burying a body and draping a flag over your loved one because a woman and yes, emphasis on woman could not control her fucking feelings.

Okay so let’s take it back to my life previously before I was in the military. Hmm let’s go about age 14 ish and note a small clip from my life….

Sitting cross legged in a dirty basement surrounded by clouds of smoke and random strangers as they grind on each other’s bodies and partake in puffing out little white clouds from their mouths. Uncomfortable and withdrawn, I try to make my sneaky escape by announcing I needed to relieve myself in the restroom. Upon exiting the basement I make my way to the front door of the eerie house and push through to freedom and a dimly lit street. I don’t live far from here and it’s a short walk on residential roads; I pull my jacket tight over myself and fold my arms across my chest as I begin to make my way towards home. I am dressed in a petite jean skirt, long dark knee high boots, and a jean jacket over my silk midriff baring tank top. I definitely don’t look or act like I am fourteen years old and tonight; I look like a cheap fifty cent hooker. Several paces down the road; I am stopped and asked by a group of teenage boys if I was ‘looking to have fun’ tonight. I shake my head no in response but offer a sly smile and keep hitting pavement in movement towards my house. They proceed to follow me home and keep taunting me from behind as I continue forward occasionally glancing back. Before I reach my house I am grabbed by one of the boys and pushed up against a privacy fence on the block. He asks me if I am playing hard to get, I respond with “No, I just want to go home and you’re hurting me.” Believe it or not, he actually let me go and said he was sorry for bothering me. HA! And you thought he was gonna like sexually assault me, you were all waiting for that. Quite the buildup, I know. Don’t get me wrong, I know sexual assaults happens, trust me. You haven’t even begun to scratch the surface of my past to know that I am well acquainted with rape. However, this young gentleman realized he was wrong and I stood up for myself. He did note….and please lean in to get the full effect of these words I WAS DRESSED LIKE SOMEONE WHO WANTED THAT KIND OF ATTENTION. Crazyyyy. Guess what else? I agree with him. Feminists are usually at rallies wearing signs like “I am naked and I am still not asking for it”, well hunny, just because you think you have the right to flaunt what god gave you doesn’t mean you need to flaunt it in men’s faces. (or any of our faces for that matter) We get it, men are animals just sex demons waiting to crawl out of them right? Wrong! B O T H men and women have sexual desires and needs and when you show off your body parts it awakens the endorphins and other desires within both sexes. If you didn’t want that kind of attention then perhaps you should I don’t know, cover up your body because the rest of us sure as hell don’t need to see it. There is a reason we call it ‘private parts’ when we are younger. It should be kept private. My personal opinion is, if you don’t want to be treated like a piece of meat then stop acting like one.

Well, back to the present situation of feminism in the military. Get this, we have sexual assault briefs constantly because it is a growing problem. Why? *deep breath* okay here is why, because women get drunk, or sleep with partners they at the time want to, then the next day go back on their word and decide…oh shit, my boyfriend found out better call rape! Or this is my favorite; they wake up and see that people are labeling them as a slut…well if the friggin shoe fits…so they call rape again. It’s so easy to put yourself in a victim category than it is to take responsibility for your action isn’t it? Let me just state this for all of you, whether you are a girl or a man who has claimed these accusations without them actually being true; you bring a bad name to the rest of us. I was personally sexually assaulted and raped as a god damn child, yes my innocence was robbed of me. If it didn’t happen to you and you claim it, there is a special place in hell for martyrs. Stop playing the game and own up to who you do, or what you are.

And…we’re moving on. Feminists claim that women are so mean to each other because social media tells them to be. I think we can personally take a page from the men’s book on this one. Oh shocker, I am actually going to take advice from a man believe or not they are pretty smart sometimes. They don’t hold grudges, and they aren’t catty to each other….If you think that the media forced you to ‘call out’ a girl in the hallway at school, or sabotage her Facebook with terrible words, you’re completely wrong. Learn how to be nice, let’s just play it old school and treat people the way you wanted to be treated. Simple concept, so why can’t we do it? It’s not men who are forcing you to be a bitch, it’s you girl. You’re just a straight up bitch….so stop it and quit blaming that fact on everything else.

For the record, being a chick is pretty much awesome and I love it. I don’t feel talked down to by men (look at where I work and what I do before you comment on that) and I like being the nurturing aspect in my spouse’s life. I like doing the laundry and I like cooking for him, he doesn’t do it not because I am the woman and I HAVE to do it. Because I want to do it and that is how I give back to him being the great guy that he is. If you’re complaining that the men you’re dating or married to aren’t helping out in these aspects in your life, you are probably with the wrong person. It has nothing to do with roles; it’s just the fact of life….those things need to get done and who cares who does them? Yes, most of the time it’s the women…but why is that such a problem to you? If it is, pick a new spouse. also, grow the hell up.

Lastly, Feminism should be about equal opportunity, not free birth control, abortions, and the ability to walk around like a shameless slut damning the male population. If you ask me, most of the feminists population is so wrapped around the ideas that they deserve more without going out and actually working for it. You want to get paid the same as a male CEO, go work your ass off not stand in a mob outside a building protesting. 

I don't need feminism because I actually am strong, and have worked my ass off to get where I am, and I have awards and commedations and scars to prove that. I don't need to belittle a man or blame him for something that I did not get or to build myself up for that matter.

As for other parts of the world, can I just share this photo with you?