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Time: 01:40 AM
…Tired of these expectations.
Women should be clean-shaven all over their body.
Men should puff out the hairy-ness of which they are proud.
Women with big busts, big butts and a small waist are hot.
Men with that triangular body are the definition of masculine.
A woman exposes a bit of her bra or wear shorts - she’s an easy target to be eyeballed while someone is mentally having sex with her.
A man exposes himself topless and he’s hot.
Women who are considered “fat” are sources of humour.
Fat men are considered the same way.
Certain races should act as they are stereotyped on television.
Certain sexualities should act flamboyant.
When a South Asian woman doesn’t get married before the age of 30, there is something wrong with her.
When a South Asian man doesn’t get married, he’s a failure to carry the name of the family.
We continue to hear these stereotypes; some mentioned here, and some I haven’t bothered mentioning, because I assure you, you’ve thought of your own. These stereotypes are ridiculous and possibly degrading to many people who have to hear it from others.
People blame women for their style of provocative clothing to lure rapists. That is true. Sometimes. But why is it a young woman wearing sweatpants and a baggy hoodie, hiding under her baseball cap, is also being eye-raped?
People blame men for their hormones to eyeball women in uncomfortable ways. Yet, it’s not alright if other men eyeball their sister, mom, or girlfriend. Why not relay that respect to these other women who feel violated from hungry stares?
Just as women who would be over protective over their brothers, fathers, and boyfriends - perhaps the way they dress can also prevent stares, just as they create them.
Walking up to someone and saying “you’re beautiful” or “you’re handsome” is more respectful than mentally stripping down someone and eyeing them without blinking until they feel uncomfortable. And if you’re with a partner - that can be a bit hurtful.
There is always a back and forth for these rules and expectations. Some rules apply, some rules don’t.
But here’s a middle finger to all these social expectations that caused women and men to feel degraded for their preferences;
that caused women and men to feel like they should fit into this “social norm” and struggle to get there;
that caused the women and men to feel violated from the hungry eyes of sexual flames;
that caused the women and men to feel like failures for not completing their expected goals;
Here is a fucking middle finger to every single person who hurt someone, brainwashed by these expectations, and attempting to change them for the worse than for their better.
I know there are more expectations you want to give a middle finger to.
Have you ever been in a position where you can’t tell your loved ones how you feel and what you’re going through because even you’re not aware of it? This is my life almost on a weekly basis. But here’s one thing I can share with the world:
I really, really hate this current institution us “kids” grow up in that we call “school.”
School comes with new experiences and possibly more offers to our, hopefully, future career. To reach our dreams. I get it. We all learn something, which may help us plan our future. We meet new people, create a network, and form relationships. School’s great!
People graduate from high school or post secondary, reminisce, and say, “I miss high school” and “I miss university or college.” Well, whoop-dee-doo for enjoying your experience in school. Really. Good. For. You.
Here’s my middle finger.
No, not to you. To all the institutions that remind me of school. To all the institutions that are school. To all the schools that ruined my passions for things that I once enjoyed.
Yes, I actually liked physics.
I should have seen my hatred for school at the age of six as a sign to never continue. Just because I have education available to me, doesn’t mean I have to pursue it. I can use that thing called “freedom of choice” and stop.
I decided to go to university anyway. Why? So I can take my degree and beat the shit out of every family member or relative who said I couldn’t make it. I went to university to prove to myself that I’m not a complete idiot. I went to university to feel awesome that I’ll be the first person in my family to graduate from a post-secondary institution. Am I happy? Hell no!
With the series of stress and migraines that developed in the past two years, worsening, of course, I struggled to attend classes and have work completed. I tried. But did I regret forcing myself to do four consecutive years of school? Yes. And no one should ever do something that they’ll regret or that will make them suffer. Unless they’re that determined or their parents threatened to disown or kill them if they get anything lower than 99% in all their grades.
Fucking hardasses. Give your kid some freedom.
My blogs have not been funny. No. But it’s because everything is sour at the moment. I don’t really know what I want to do anymore. I’m probably going to be stuck at this part-time job until I crack under pressure and set something on fire.
Or maybe I’ll work late nights at some dump where drunk motherfuckers demand for drinks and smack each other’s asses after sneezing into their hands.
Or maybe I will be that drunk motherfucker.
Or maybe I will be the angry barista who will serve your professional ass your coffee.
Or maybe I will end up getting fat and living with my parents until I’m 50 years old.
Or maybe I will actually do something with this one thing I have - writing.
The only thing I can do is write. It’s my company, my companion, and my release. But how long will that last?
I’m not sure how many people can relate to their hatred for the school system, where one is graded for their talents, practically being ranked. The grading system pretty much says, “This is the career you can pursue” and “Yeah, don’t bother pursuing this one.” On top of that, how often is anything hands-on? Majority of the time, our faces are stuck in books (but if you’re an English or History major… you have no choice). If someone practiced hands-on frequently on something they were interested, I’m sure they can improve that way.
I’m not saying all education isn’t hands-on. Some are, and I respect that. I just wish that there were more hands-on applications rather than constant, tedious textbooks with unnecessary big vocabulary.
My passion and soul has been completely sucked out in this world we call School. I’d rather have an education that is more hands-on rather than JUST textbook. But I guess it’s too late for me now.
I just can’t wait to graduate and never look inside a school ever again.
School is just not for everyone.
I usually don’t rant about double/social standards and women’s rights, but lately, I’ve been noticing posts that really made me realize that these double standards are really getting on my nerves.
So recently Madonna posted a picture of her armpit hair:
Some people believe it’s photo edited. Some people cringe. Some people applaud. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. However, to those who cringe and bash a woman’s makeup-less face or body hair - a reminder that most of us humans naturally grow body hair and it has many advantages as well as disadvantages. Of course, there are people who don’t have to worry about body hair. Good for you! I mean, how great would it be to not deal with that, right?
It’s cool if you’re uncomfortable with body hair and get rid of it, but don’t bash those who sometimes allow themselves to embrace natural aspects of being a human. Especially the women.
For the women (especially women who complain about double standards) who believe that a woman should be clean-shaven everywhere but her eyebrows, eyelashes and head hair, you’re just allowing social and double standards to be imposed further onto women. For years now, women are expected to be the perfect mother, be the perfect housewife, have the perfect body (hairless and fit), have the perfect hair, to be smart, and blah blah blah…
But hey - if you’re okay in living in such a lifestyle where the expectations begin to pressure you, go right ahead and give in. But while you succumb to these expectations, keep an open mind and note the double standards (i.e. why a male’s and child’s nipple is okay to show on television, but a woman’s is censored even though most babies were fed from that very nipple). I’m sure many people don’t want to be a prisoner of these standards. I say “many” because who knows - some people like that sort of thing. Y’know, being imprisoned.
You gotta stop head-faking us with your +5s and the sudden -15s the very next day. I know you have some extreme PMS/menopausal issues because you’re very old and worn out by the pollution (our bad), but we can’t just experience all four seasons within March. It’s not good for anyone, even your precious animals and plants. Also, it is impolite to deceive your (fellow) inhabitants. So give us a break already and end this snow!
A very cold human.
J: “What DO you want to be? You take a lot of English courses.”
Me: “I wanted to be a novelist, b —”
J: “An OBELISK?!”
Me: “Yes… yes, that’s what I said.”
T: “That sounds like a body part. My OVULISK.”