When I started making those weird voices, a lot of people told me how whack it was,” she says, “‘What the fuck are you doing?’ they’d say. ‘Why do you sound like that? That doesn’t sound sexy to me.’ And then I started saying, Oh, that’s not sexy to you? Good. I’m going to do it more. Maybe I don’t want to be sexy for you today.
Up until about a hundred years ago, there was one question that burned in every Human, that made us study the stars and dream of traveling to them. Are we alone? Our generation is privileged to know the answer to that question. We are all explorers, driven to know what’s over the horizon, what’s beyond our own shores. And yet the more I’ve experienced, the more I’ve learned that no matter how far we travel, or how fast we get there, the most profound discoveries are not necessarily beyond that next star. They’re within us, woven into the threads that bind us, all of us, to each other. A final frontier begins in this hall. Let’s explore it together.
O rly? So I, as an individual, have control of the behavior of other individuals? Specifically, I as a woman have control over the behavior of men? And how exactly are we defining “be a lady?” Am I supposed to wear heels, have dinner on the table every night, never swear, never get frazzled, and make sure that I support my significant male to the detriment of my own goals and feelings? And how are we defining “be a gentleman?” Is he supposed to always open doors, order my food for me, defend my honor, throw his jacket down over a puddle so I don’t get my heels wet? I’m sorry, but what the ever loving fuck is this shit? I realize this is supposed to be cute, but all I get from it is “If all women weren’t such bitches then men wouldn’t be assholes.” Stop painting entire groups of people by your standards of how they should be behaving. And for God’s sake stop acting like women are the root of all evil, we should be past that condescending misogynistic bullshit by now.