It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.
But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.
And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.
The thing is that you don’t even have to believe me, or yourself. All you have to do is get on that stage and open your mouth. You can’t do this badly, you don’t actually have it in you. You and I only have two speeds: awesome, or not at all. Who gives a crap what all the other peasants think?
Kate Mulgrew, Uzo Aduba, Taylor Schilling and Laura Prepon on this weeks cover of EW
galaxies inside your head.
Stop letting people
you cannot shine.
How to suddenly become Sub-Zero of Mortal Kombat…
Her abuse of the English language is such that I understand only every other sentence.