Ten Reasons Why It Sucks To Be Female
Feb. 10th, 2003 11:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
azurite1. You have to menstruate. Guys have nothing on us. It fucking sucks. Guys don't have to pay for pads, tampons, Midol, or any of that shit. They don't need special doctors, they don't go through labor (and bullshit, I bet passing kidney stones a) doesn't happen as often, b) doesn't hurt as much, and c) doesn't have such a long-term impact on your life, potentially destroying it if you didn't mean for it to happen in the first place).
2. You're prone to about 70% more diseases, especially the rarer, more painful ones. When was the last time you heard of a man with breast cancer or ovarian cancer? Women, amazingly, are also more prone to getting AIDS.
3. You're always worrying about body image, and how you look, when it really shouldn't matter. How many anorexic guys do you know? Why is it all the guys that are "drool-worthy" are muscular and fit, and guys KNOW they have to work out (not starve themselves) to look that way? Why don't girls realize that about female models, too?
4. You're the target of 65+% of all advertising. SPEND SPEND SPEND! Everyone stereotypes girls as vapid, idiotic drones. Newsflash! We're not, and we've been proving that for the past god-knows how many centuries.
5. There are about 200% more insults made just for you. You bitch, you ho, you "mother" fucker.
6. Everything's always a competition. You can't ever really have "friends." Hence cat-fights, bitch-fights, and all that follows.
7. Inevitably, you will have a "best" guy friend. Even feminists find themselves with a guy friend or relative they come to care about and trust a lot. The problem herein lies when you start falling for them, against your better judgment.
8. That best guy friend will mean so much to you, you'll keep your mouth shut until he tells you that he has a crush on your best girl friend, or vice versa. You will actually LOOK at the pictures of them together, hoping it'll faze you out of your crush, when it won't do anything of the sort.
9. And you will sit and watch them happily, trying to believe yourself when you say that you want nothing but the best for them, you'd protect them if a friggin' nuclear warhead were to descend on their heads, etc. when you'd rather just have him all to yourself. Even if it meant losing your best girl friend, which is a thought too terrible to REALLY comprehend.
10. Guys can sit in a chat room and talk about sex and get horny and DO something about it, while girls can't. At least not with feeling somewhat strange, maneuvering, etc. Being lonely and depressed is not fun for a Monday night. I think I'm going to go to school grumpy tomorrow.
To the people that inadvertantly made me feel this way: Thanks a lot. No, I take it back. *I* make myself feel this way. You people just are the psychological trigger. Congratulations. Half of me hates you.
Concessions to MANkind:
1) You DO go to war... but you also get yourself killed, and leave us alone. Sometimes for exotic women.
2) You DO put most of the money on the table... but usually take it with you to the bar or the strip club.
3) You HAVE let us have some rights... but not half as many as we should have.
4) You ARE there when we need you... but sometimes you're as dense as rock, and don't know when to shut up and just let us hurt, instead of driving the knife in deeper.
5) You ARE generous... but also selfish.
Blah. I know I'm lucky to have the friends I do. I guess I always hate January and February though. I thought I had something to look forward to with this year, but I don't know anymore. It's not enough to talk to people anymore. I'm sick of being jealous. I wish I could just carve that part of me out, and be done with it. Problem is, I don't know where that part is. Maybe it's everywhere, like some kind of infectious disease. Whee, I'm dying...
Gah, I sound like HER. I'm stopping now.
Oh, and I changed my mind. Holly's cool. But I'm still fucking sick of all these other people getting all the attention, while when things truly matter to you, no one notices. Not even your friends. Lovely.
2. You're prone to about 70% more diseases, especially the rarer, more painful ones. When was the last time you heard of a man with breast cancer or ovarian cancer? Women, amazingly, are also more prone to getting AIDS.
3. You're always worrying about body image, and how you look, when it really shouldn't matter. How many anorexic guys do you know? Why is it all the guys that are "drool-worthy" are muscular and fit, and guys KNOW they have to work out (not starve themselves) to look that way? Why don't girls realize that about female models, too?
4. You're the target of 65+% of all advertising. SPEND SPEND SPEND! Everyone stereotypes girls as vapid, idiotic drones. Newsflash! We're not, and we've been proving that for the past god-knows how many centuries.
5. There are about 200% more insults made just for you. You bitch, you ho, you "mother" fucker.
6. Everything's always a competition. You can't ever really have "friends." Hence cat-fights, bitch-fights, and all that follows.
7. Inevitably, you will have a "best" guy friend. Even feminists find themselves with a guy friend or relative they come to care about and trust a lot. The problem herein lies when you start falling for them, against your better judgment.
8. That best guy friend will mean so much to you, you'll keep your mouth shut until he tells you that he has a crush on your best girl friend, or vice versa. You will actually LOOK at the pictures of them together, hoping it'll faze you out of your crush, when it won't do anything of the sort.
9. And you will sit and watch them happily, trying to believe yourself when you say that you want nothing but the best for them, you'd protect them if a friggin' nuclear warhead were to descend on their heads, etc. when you'd rather just have him all to yourself. Even if it meant losing your best girl friend, which is a thought too terrible to REALLY comprehend.
10. Guys can sit in a chat room and talk about sex and get horny and DO something about it, while girls can't. At least not with feeling somewhat strange, maneuvering, etc. Being lonely and depressed is not fun for a Monday night. I think I'm going to go to school grumpy tomorrow.
To the people that inadvertantly made me feel this way: Thanks a lot. No, I take it back. *I* make myself feel this way. You people just are the psychological trigger. Congratulations. Half of me hates you.
Concessions to MANkind:
1) You DO go to war... but you also get yourself killed, and leave us alone. Sometimes for exotic women.
2) You DO put most of the money on the table... but usually take it with you to the bar or the strip club.
3) You HAVE let us have some rights... but not half as many as we should have.
4) You ARE there when we need you... but sometimes you're as dense as rock, and don't know when to shut up and just let us hurt, instead of driving the knife in deeper.
5) You ARE generous... but also selfish.
Blah. I know I'm lucky to have the friends I do. I guess I always hate January and February though. I thought I had something to look forward to with this year, but I don't know anymore. It's not enough to talk to people anymore. I'm sick of being jealous. I wish I could just carve that part of me out, and be done with it. Problem is, I don't know where that part is. Maybe it's everywhere, like some kind of infectious disease. Whee, I'm dying...
Gah, I sound like HER. I'm stopping now.
Oh, and I changed my mind. Holly's cool. But I'm still fucking sick of all these other people getting all the attention, while when things truly matter to you, no one notices. Not even your friends. Lovely.
