“When I look up at the night sky, and I know that, yes, we are part of this Universe, we are in this Universe, but perhaps more important than both of those facts is that the Universe is in us. When I reflect on that fact, I look up—many people feel small, because they’re small and the Universe is big, but I feel big, because my atoms came from those stars.”—Neil DeGrasse Tyson (via whimsicalele)
I am always so irritated by this. I might make a joke about being fat or ugly (not that either of those things are bad but that’s a rant for another time), or I might dismiss a compliment about my body or beauty, or I might not do anything at all, and guys feel the need to: 1) tell me how beauty, hot, sexy, perfect, whatever I am, and 2) argue with me until I agree with them or tell them to shut up.
Perception of beauty is subjective. For example, a few guys totally hate my new short hair and told me that they liked it longer. A lot of people have told me that it looks great short. I like it both ways. No one is “right” here.
Guys tell me that I’m beautiful with the suggestion that their approval somehow matters. “I’m a guy and I think you’re hot so listen to me and stop disagreeing with me.”
They completely lack empathy for or understanding of the hypersexual culture we are soaking in that tells women there is one correct body type, one kind of beauty, and our attractiveness is the #1 most important thing about us.
They demean my emotions, and subsequently me, by telling me that how I feel about my body is “wrong.”
They objectify me, evaluating my thinness, boobs, ass, legs, face, whatever, and conclude that I’m worthy from those things.
They feel that their opinion of my body/attractiveness is welcome and appropriate, not from any invitation of mine, but from their own self-righteous “expertise” on women’s bodies.
Just because you think I measure up pretty well to society’s (absurd) standard of beauty doesn’t mean you’re complimenting me.
Just experienced a particularly discomforting episode of this recently. He felt the need to hit on me by evaluating/complimenting every single part of my body and comparing them to other people’s. As if I was just dying to have his approval of every little aspect of my appearance. I just wanted to hang out and have some fun dude, I didn’t come out to be ogled and assessed. I felt so uncomfortable and objectified for days. :S
i need feminism because it hurts my heart to think that the majority of societies in the world condemn people for just simply being who they are, whether it be gay, straight, bi, none of the above, all of the above, asexual, gender-queer, pansexual, cis, transgendered, or something else entirely…because if it were my child trying to live their life in a skin that felt comfortable that i would love and accept them and try to make them feel secure when i could…because i want everyone in the world to feel loved and valued no matter what.
“I love writing but hate starting. The page is awfully white and it says, “You may have fooled some of the people some of the time but those days are over, giftless. I’m not your agent and I’m not your mommy, I’m a white piece of paper, you wanna dance with me?” and I really, really don’t.”—Aaron Sorkin (via thorninyourside)