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Do you want a feminine woman, or just a really misogynist one?
I’m so tired of men deciding who I am based on my dress
I got a really annoying ‘compliment’ the other day. A man stopped me in the street and started gushing about how I was a “real lady” who cared about femininity and virtue, and how much he hated seeing ‘hoes’ in crop tops and hotpants. What he didn’t realise was that, instead of being delighted, I was creeped out and annoyed. Because far from being respectful, he’d reduced me down to the clothes I was wearing and created a version of me that appealed to his own hatred of women.
Yep! You heard me right. I don’t hate women who wear modern clothing. I don’t think you’re a slut if I can see your cleavage. I don’t think you’re lesser than me because I can see your thighs. I think you’re just a woman doing her thing, same as me. I don’t wear what I wear to be ‘modest’, I just fucking love bows, pink, tulle, taffeta, silk, satin, and pearls. In fact, I wear this to not be modest. I wear this because I feel great. I love how I look. I look exactly how I want to look: not to ‘get myself a good man’ or ‘find a provider’, but to be the princess in my own boring run to the grocery store.
But no, I’ve accidentally become a male conservative fever dream. Which is hilarious, because I’m everything they hate. I…
