the only difference is that i have longer hair, so why can’t i have successful business?
why are people still clinging onto this childish gender divide that we made when me were children?
why must women be the butt of the jokes?
the male gaze is so engrained into women’s heads that we even report that we feel we must look pretty while we cry.
it’s like i am a women with a man inside of me critiquing my every move with his opinion of a model woman.
"Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it's all a male fantasy: that you're strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren't catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you're unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur." - margaret atwood, the robber bride
why must women shape up to male standards?
what even are male standards?
button nose? hairless body? short, silky hair, innocent nature, carefree attitude, doe eyes, long eyelashes. that is a child.
