Friday, July 01, 2005

The Selfish Feminist

I'll admit that I tend to be a selfish feminist. If you want to act like a jackass and it doesn't directly affect me, I really don't care. If you want to ogle me a little bit, that's fine. Just don't think you're being clever when you "trick" me into bending over. I cannot abide by people who think they're smarter than me, even if they are. But I'm going to tell you what really pisses me off. What really pisses me off is the way I've completely internalized that a woman's worth is first and foremost based on her aesthetic contribution to a room. I mean, seriously, when I was going to have lunch with Brittney, a person I'd never met before, who wanted to meet and talk about Tiny Cat Pants, an endeavor about which I feel very happy, what was my gut reaction? Was I happy? Well, yes, but more than happy, I was terrified that she was going to think that I was fat and ugly. Tonight, I'm going to go and finally see for myself whether Jon is Brittney or Cindy or Andrew Jackson's illegitimate great-great-great-great grandson or just himself and have a couple of drinks and a few laughs about how funny the whole blogging thing is. Will it be fun? I have no idea because I'm busy worrying about whether he and the bartender are going to point and laugh when I walk in. People do this shit all the time, meet other people they don't know. But not me, because I'm all like "What if they think I'm ugly?" like y'all are a bunch of free-roaming Miss America judges. And good lord, I've been to Walmart; there are lots of people who are worse looking than me and they go out and meet people and, presumably, do not drive themselves crazy with their paralyzingly freakish self-doubts, perhaps because they drink a great deal. But obviously, they have something that works for them. And, (yes, another 'and') I get up today and start looking over the last couple of entries and I realize that over the last three days I've been utterly fixated on boobs, like if I talk about my body in ways that make me feel confident in it, I suddenly will be. Which, I'm sure was utterly obvious to y'all. Which means that the other important little story (the first being that pretentious people deserve my contempt) I tell myself to get through the day--"Well, I may be ordinary, but at least I'm mysterious"--is utter crap as well. I'm about as mysterious as vanilla ice cream. Argh. Christ. I annoy the shit out of myself.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

You said boobs.


7/01/2005 10:52:00 AM  
Blogger Taketoshi said...

i think you're still pretty mysterious.

way more than some people i can think of, anyway.

7/01/2005 11:10:00 AM  
Blogger Yankee T said...

you may annoy the shit out of yourself, but you entertain the shit out of us.

7/01/2005 12:49:00 PM  
Blogger Twyla said...

Ditto YT. Plus, you're brave. Brave to say all this, which most of us also go through but fail to mention, plus brave to actually get out there.

Okay, let me just say it - you ROCK.

7/01/2005 01:11:00 PM  
Blogger Peggasus said...

Ah, but vanilla is the peferred ice cream flavor of the majority of Americans.

You'll no doubt be charming. They're predisposed to like you anyway now, aren't they?

Now stop fretting.

7/01/2005 01:24:00 PM  
Blogger The Corporate Shill said...

Nothing wrong with being obsessed with boobs, as your straight male and lesbian readers would likely attest (and me, who is neither a straight male, nor a lesbian, but still obsessed with boobs).

Also, if you're vanilla ice cream, then you're a variation like Vanilla Health Bar Crunch.

Say hi to Jon for me and if you get into a conversational pinch )(as if that could possibly happen) just pause and say, "Boobs."

7/01/2005 03:16:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

I told him that he was the one commenter all my corporeal friends ask about, but I think he thought I was pulling his leg.

It will be hilarious if it turns out he's Brittney...

7/01/2005 03:26:00 PM  
Blogger Rex L. Camino said...

I thought that you were Jon.

7/01/2005 05:15:00 PM  
Blogger egalia said...

Damn girrl, are you honest or what? This could be dangerous, esp. if Piss in the Wind hears of it.

7/02/2005 04:59:00 AM  
Blogger St. Casserole said...

We all know what you're talking about. I can be brave then a big scaredy-cat.

7/02/2005 09:13:00 PM  

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