we’re more ghosts than people

You can lie when you name things

i’m tired of babying grown women who let beauty standards control their entire life. stand up, grow up & get over yourself. enough. you aren’t perpetual victims. exercise the autonomy you refuse to acknowledge you have. you can choose to stop this circus anytime. grown ass fucking women acting like helpless victims to the patriarchy and then in the next breath going “COME WITH ME TO MY BOTOX APPOINTMENT😃” you are traitors and we will never make it out of the patriarchy if personal responsibility can’t be taken

like god fucking damn women for centuries fought to have financial and social independence, and we largely achieved that in most countries, just for modern women who have no idea what patriarchy used to do to us to turn around and go “i’m not the problem, blame men for saying i look prettier after a nose job” you have everything your foremothers hoped and dreamed for, all that autonomy won through blood and sweat, and you waste it offering your body up to the patriarchy because “social pressure” get the fuck over yourself and stop acting like you have no choice. absolutely pathetic

and whenever people criticize women who get cosmetic procedures done and who enslave themselves to beauty standards it’s always met with “it’s not their fault, it’s the patriarchy” and i find that to be such a circular, never ending blame game. yes fucking obviously it’s the true fault of the patriarchy but you can’t hold a system of social hierarchy accountable because the decisions individuals make constitute said system. and turning it into a chicken or the egg debate does nothing besides shift blame to something that cannot be reckoned with or addressed. stop blaming the patriarchy at large for the individual decisions of fully autonomous women

by the fourth or fifth time you "come back wrong" no ones even impressed anymore

hey sorry I snapped at you, I've just had a really hard day and [remembers focusing on myself is selfish] maybe it's your fault for provoking me?

you will struggle to say the unsayable thing for five years straight. and then it will suddenly become easy on a Wednesday morning